30 Day Challenge: Day 5 - Kissing"Well thank goodness that's over", Maya sighed, feeling very happy to be home.30 Day Challenge: Day 5 - Kissing27 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The party had seemed to drag on forever, with Clarina constantly gushing over how wonderful her husband was and all of the plans they had for the future. Which, of course, were far better than anyone else's.
It had all given Maya a pounding headache.
"I think I'll take myself to bed", she said as they stepped inside. She turned to Charlie and shot him a weary but warm smile. "Thank you for coming with me. I know that can't have been too fun for you".
"It's okay", he replied, smiling back at her. "It was certainly...different".
Maya's smile grew slightly as she stepped over to him and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"You're very sweet", she whispered.
And with a yawn and a swish of her extravagant coat she was gone, disappearing down the hall towards her room. Charlie watched her leave, one hand laying against his cheek, his face a bright tomato red.
He would gladly attend a thousand more insufferable par
Adventure Buddy - ThalassaNord's Art TradeAdventure BuddyAdventure Buddy - ThalassaNord's Art Trade44 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bored to death with this parchment. Bored to death with these textbooks. Bored to death with this homework. Nisa Nord slammed her quill down on the desk and said determinedly, "That is it! I will not do anymore of this dumb essay!"
Rusty, the cat, opened one eye and said in his usual drawl, "Oh, really?"
"Yes, it's too boring!"
"So what will you do instead?"
"I don't know, go wander around maybe."
"You gonna come?"
"Fine then." Nisa straightened her Slytherin tie and put on her robe as she walked out of the Common Room.
As she walked, she passed a bundle of girls who were talking about the upcoming Yule Ball and debating who Harry Potter would dance with. Nisa did not care about the Yule Ball unless it provided an adventure for her so she did not join the conversation and went out on to the Hogwarts grounds.
Instead of watching where her feet walked, she gazed up at the sky in wonder. It was so large and so blue with no clouds dotted
AA CAE: Blue SkiesMy parents don’t enjoy speaking about the year of the Invasion and Evacuations. It wasn’t a time of great triumph for us as it was for the gloating Freshu. We stuck in there for as long as we could, we fought hard. Well, that’s what I was always hearing from the individuals around me. We were prepared to move to Cruix when the time came. I realized once I got older how lucky we were that we were so organized and somewhat hive-minded. We might have ended up like Earth, the last planet to fall to the invasion, with its vast ideas and various leaders. They’d experienced mass loss in relation to most all other planets.AA CAE: Blue Skies2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I didn’t have my feathers when all that occurred, at eight I was still considered a child and my parents and family colony was adamant on keeping me and my sibling-peers as safe as possible. They don’t say it often, but Evacuations occurred much more sooner than the dates given for various planets—it was only those millions of indivi
How Very Special Are We“I promise you, Mathieu,” France said as he folded up the beautifully patterned Kwakiutl blanket. “You’ll love it in Paris! It’s so beautiful in the springtime.” He lined a wooden crate with the blanket and started packing away other odds and ends as he spoke. “The street musicians and flowers sellers will be out. You can feed breadcrumbs to the swans on the Seine. We’ll go shopping on the Left Bank. We simply must get you a spring wardrobe.” He opened the closet and folded away a few small garments. “These leather things I made for you are adequate for winter in Canada, but we really must get you something more suitable. Especially if I’m taking you to Versailles to meet the King and Queen. Oh! I’ll take you to see Madame Clotilde! She’s only the best seamstress in Paris. She’ll make a fine little suit for you. And then there’s Notre Dame Cathedral and all the parks and fountains.”How Very Special Are We3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An Alcoholic LoveSometimes I think about quitting. I want it all to stop because of the way you make me feel about myself and life. About everything. Being with you is fun, it really is, but, as it goes on, it begins to drag. The entire day becomes the most unbearable, never-ending torture.An Alcoholic Love9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's kind of like being drunk, I suppose.
No. It's exactly like being drunk.
At first, all is well. We're having fun and everything feels nice. So, so nice. I want more of that euphoric feeling so I stay, following closely at your heels, to down drink after drink after drink. And I'll drink until things start to feel weird. Even smiling at you feels weird. Not a bad weird, just--
Shots, shots and more shots of whatever this bittersweet stuff is, shoved into my hands, offered free. I happily oblige. Party hard, it's not over until we're both too dizzy and exhausted to even try raving on.
Every song suddenly reminds me of you and they're all ten thousand times better. The music is too loud
LorettaA little woman with coke bottle glasses and a mustache appears at my window. I open it and let her in. We talk about the weather, how spring is coming, how good the coffee is. We talk about the apple bonkers and our places in line at the last movie. She shows me a gold ring, and says I gave it to her long ago. I don’t remember it. I don’t remember her. But she’s nice, and strange, and I like that. I shave her mustache and braid her hair into pigtails; we make love on the floor. Now I remember. She was the paper girl I married in the seventh grade with a cigar-band ring. How it turned to gold, I don’t know. Life is funny that way. At last she has to leave for dialysis. I am inexplicably sad. I know that I’ll never see her again. I don’t know why I care, but I do. I care a lot.Loretta10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
wolves aren't the only thing that howl at the moonIt was in the shrug of her shoulders, piercings flashing like iridescent warning signs to stay away but the almost sad curl of her hands, fingers curling into themselves again and again, that spoke of something with a tinge of desperation.wolves aren't the only thing that howl at the moon10 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had violent eyes and a ruthless smile that stole hearts before their owner was even aware of its absence and maybe it was in the arrogant jut of her chin, the self-satisfied tilt of her lips that spoke of a pampered life, of a hard life. A contradiction. Like how she was skilled in piano but also the art of street fighting. In how she carried a picture of her deceased brother yet curled her lip whenever his name was mentioned. She was so determined to be ferocious, to be fearless, that she wore her anguish like a coat - unimportant to most but, then again, I am not most.
She hid her beauty with a haircut that was as short and jagged as she appeared to be. Pierced her eyebrow several times, had a snake tattoo peeking out coquettishly
E: Flash Mar14: Myon [Kyung]“It’s too fucking late because it’s too fucking early.”E: Flash Mar14: Myon [Kyung]13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Blame the guard and sitting up all night?” The birds chirped in the silence that followed. “Myon, can I ask you something… serious?”
“…Does Neata still bother you?”
“I… never mind…” Myon exhaled.
“She does. Still feel her spell when we sync. Bitch changed my soul somehow.”
“yeah… how’s still unclear, but I meant… do you still want closure? … need it…? You never killed her.”
“…I was a little shit then, I couldn't of.”
“But you want to still.”
“Yeah, still want to.”
“I’m sorry I asked.”
E: Flash Mar14: Quincy [Monica]Sleeping with soul protect down wasn't allowed back home, only with special circumstances, so the first few nights were restless. Eventually the novelty wore off and Quincy was able to rest at ease... Well in regards to that matter anyways. His dreams were another story. Nightmares plagued him since he'd arrived at SNP fueled by fear for his safety and being new to killing. Morning was welcomed and unpleasant. Yet today he found further reason to worry. He'd woken to find himself sunken 3 inches into his bed, now sporting a Quincy shaped hole. Unconscious magic was a bad sign.E: Flash Mar14: Quincy [Monica]13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
E: Flash Mar14: Izune [Kina]Morning is a loose concept. Sometimes it's mundane and involves waking in bed. Sometimes it's waking in the middle of a warzone 4 days after sleeping in that same bed and being surrounded by fire and screaming. Sometimes it's night and the city whispers on the wind for him to come play. Sometimes you're 7 and drowning in the koi pond. Sometimes people are staring and food is on your face as your plate had become your pillow. Sometimes months have passed. Sometimes you don't have to wake up alone and the world is at peace. He likes those mornings.E: Flash Mar14: Izune [Kina]13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
E: Flash Mar14: Raishi [Kina]Blink at daylight and your room. How did you get here? It's a quarter past 2 and the window is open. Your head is glued to the desk, but it's better than the floor. The date says that you missed another day, your body that you haven't slept for two, and your soul says all's quiet. You are alone. Stand. Stretch. Check for broken bones. Check for bruises, cuts, injuries, marks, tattoos; anything that's new. Check for bottles and broken glass. None this time? Good. What was your permanent roommate doing? Your eyes scan the desk. There’s only an envelope.E: Flash Mar14: Raishi [Kina]14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Guiltywe sit in the pale half-light; summer dies around us. you reach over and pluck the cigarette from my fingers, inhale like it's the last time. and maybe it is.Guilty14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the jury is out there somewhere, preparing to sleep on their choice. we both know that you may not come home tomorrow, but neither of us are willing to say it out loud.
smoke curls in the air between us; I pretend not to notice when your body begins to tremble. when you begin to cry, I tell myself you've rubbed ash into your eye.
RainboyAndrew liked the rain, he really did. The rest of the town despaired, the lack of sunlight, the never-ending wetness, the mud, the floodings. But Andrew loved the smell, the pleasant coolness, the constant pitter-patter of raindrops on the ground. Whenever it rained, he felt at peace.Rainboy16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Little did he know, his peace would soon change.
He walked home from school slowly one afternoon, simply enjoying the water dripping from his hair, into his eyes. It was because of the water in his eyes that he thought he had imagined it. Drops fell into a puddle, and as it grew (abnormally fast), a head poked out of the water. following the head, a pair of narrow shoulders, slender arms, a bare torso, and bony legs. And a boy pulled himself out of the impossibly shallow puddle. Andrew rubbed his eyes. The boy stared back. "Hello," he said.
Forgetting this didn't make any sense for a moment, Andrew responded,"Hello. What's your name?"
Andrew studied Rainboy. He was younger than him, and muc
Myth Rewrite: Phil and BeulahIn beautiful Beverly Hills, two exceedingly wealthy men – Zenos and Malachai – were living in the lap of luxury.Myth Rewrite: Phil and Beulah16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zenos, the wealthier of the two, made his fortune as a business investor. His investments always worked out extremely well for him. Cushioned by a large trust fund from his rich father, Zenos spent his money on bets and games. He was either very skilled, or very lucky, hardly ever losing. His luck helped him even more when he placed his money on new businesses and interesting stocks. He had a mountainous-sized mansion, a parking garage full of cars, and numerous vacation homes to prove it.
Malachai, younger than Zenos, started out struggling on the streets stealing and vandalizing property. In school he was always in the principal's office for pulling pranks. He was headed downhill fast, but luckily Zenos found him one day spray painting a wall. Zenos gave him support in his art, and soon Malachai had a newspaper route, then a full scholarship to a prestigious ar
Surviving You Surviving Y O USurviving You17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I. to bathe in your scent
In the antique clawfoot tub you paid a fortune for, I decide to pour the ashes of your things and bathe in them. Black dress on the floor, dressed in the smirks you often wore, and with a Gold Flake between my lips, a 1937 Glenfiddich in my hand, like testimonies from a witness stand, I can’t wait to fucking laugh in your face.
The man from the movie in the bedroom agrees as he barks with laughter, holding his stomach and I know that scene too well because you forced me to watch that goddamn movie five times the first week we dated.
Believe me, darling, it was never actually that good.
“Look! Look at him, love,” you’d demand insistently, left hand grabbing my wrists. I would stare at the glare within the screen, trying to see what you see, but all I could find was h
El CultoDavid era la clase de niño al que todo el mundo consideraba extranjero en un primer momento. Ojos azules, muy claros y prácticamente grises, y un cabello alborotado de un rubio muy luminoso. Se sentaba ante la puerta que daba al patio de su casa, dónde la abuela había abandonado el cultivo del tomate y la acelga para dar paso a la sala de entrenamientos que martirizaba al pobre chico día tras día. No tenía apenas fuerzas de beberse la lata de Aquarius que tenía a medio empezar apoyada en la masonería del portal. Una gata vieja y malcarada aprovechaba el frescor con que el ocaso bendecía a cada día de fines de verano para echar una corta siesta espatarrada a su lado. El niño intentó acariciar al animal, que se desperezó y, haciendo caso omiso (o lo contrario) se largó.El Culto1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
David Ochoa vio como su abuela se le acercaba reproduciendo los pasos de la gata, pero al revés. Había
ProvenienceTwo scientists strivingProvenience1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To convince the other
Too loudly at the moment
“But you'll die.” Pearson had a knack for pointing out the obvious.
“So will you,” Mathers replied, determined to win at this game. “So will every other person on this entire planet. So has everybody else in the history of this planet, so far as we know.”
“Yes, but not immediately,” Pearson pushed on.
“Exactly immediately! Everyone will die immediately! Or else! That's the whole point! I'm going to die, you're going to die, everybody will die, unless somebody decides to be a bit more direct about the whole thing and take one for the proverbial team!”
“What about Charles?” Pearson was not willing to concede.
“What about Charles?” Mathers wasn't either.
“He's dumb enough, I'm sure we could trick him into doing it.” Not a strategy likely to succeed i
...:::Valentine Problems:::...It was the day before Valentine’s day when a pink hedgehog had to look everywhere for someone she had loved ever since they were little. Her shoulder-length hair carried by the wind every time she ran, her emerald eyes sparkle when she thought that she found him and would gloom when it was not him. She sighed in defeat as she slumped down on the bench she found in the park. It wasn’t fair! It’s almost Valentine’s day, she need to find where he is! She, Amy Rose, couldn’t fail!...:::Valentine Problems:::...1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For the past years together with the gang, she wanted this Valentines to be special, no matter what consequences are there. Everything is set, all she need is her soon-to-be Valentine.
“Oh! Sonic!” She groaned desperately. “Why must you always run away from me! I finally changed okay?! I’m not the pro fan girl you always thought I am.”
She stand up again and absently wipe her dress. About her dress, it’s finally the one that the hem wasn’t wi
SDR2 Souda X Reader part 2: An awful reunionMany years has passed. You were a young (male/female) and you had changed a lot.SDR2 Souda X Reader part 2: An awful reunion1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You and Souda called each other every week and told each other what was happening. You had agreed together that you go to Hope's Peak Academy. The good news is that both of you have been admitted, but the bad news is that you couldn't catch the plane anymore. So you couldn't go to Hope's Peak.
You were terribly disappointed and Souda too, but he'll keep calling. You kept calling and texting each other. But after a few days when he arrived at Hope's Peak, you had never heard of him.
You only thought about Souda and about your school. You did your math assignment, until you suddenly heard a voice from the speaker.
"Attention. Will (F/n) (L/n) come to my office? "
You thought, "Oh no, did I do something wrong?"
You closed your book and walked out of class. You walked down the hall and you arrived at the door of the Director. You knocked on the door and walked into the office.
(y/n): You wanted to see me, Dire
AA CAE: IraDarTiI lived through the Evacuation and refugee camps and all that stuff that came with my people moving from Yaolzerac to Cruix. I…have absolutely no idea what happened during that time, only that my mother—who is Stock—and I survived it. It’s not surprising that my people figured out how to survive through the invasion.AA CAE: IraDarTi1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zolhom was the Nation we created upon being punted from our home. I grew up in the Dar district in the second level. Not too bad of a place, right smack dab in the middle of the district. I was taught my spells alongside the others of my age range in classes when I hit the age of five. The Zolgen are a smart race because of our schooling ways, though some aliens would think the separation a heartless thing. Nah. It’s an alright thing, I have no pangs of sorrow or anything like that from leaving my mother so….yeah.
I was not as good a student as most of the others in my class. I spent a lot more time procrastinating. But since some of m
Stargazing (Russia x Reader)Stargazing (Russia x Reader)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were in bed next to your boyfriend, Ivan. You were restless, not even a yawn could escape, eyes glued to the ceiling, unable to close. Ivans body pressed against your back as you felt his deep breaths. You lightly shake him trying to get him up. He wakes up and stares at you with his big, purple eyes.
"What is it my little sunflower?"
"I can't sleep Ivan." you say as you brush some of his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes.
"I will help you [Name]" he takes your hand and pulls you up out of bed.
"Follow me, little sunflower." he opens the window and takes you out onto the roof, much to your bewildered amusement. You lay beside him and look at the grand number of stars in the sky.
"Count them for me and you will fall asleep in no time." his thick accent showing through. He placed feathery kisses on your neck for every star you counted until his lips grew tired as you reached 100. He let his hand caress the small of your back, losing any tenseness in your body.
My Hiding PlaceAs I laid on the back letting the sun warm my face, I listened to the creek by me, slowly trickling over the smooth, mossy rocks. This is my special place. I like to come here when I feel stressed or overwhelmed and am in need of relaxation. I rode here on my vintage, rusty bicycle, letting the wind toss my hair around as I rode here. Free. That's how I feel when I ride to my secret place so quickly.My Hiding Place1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I take the old trail near the field at the back of my neighborhood to get here. As far as I know, no one else is aware of this spot. There are wildflowers, plenty of trees, shade. There is the perfect little creek that runs through here to give me just the right amount of ambient sound for this to be the perfect spot to call my own. I've never brought anyone else here. I don't think I would ever want to. It would be like giving away a part of myself that I would like to keep hidden.
One of my favorite things to do here is write. I write about all kinds of things. I even bought a special pe
March 9th, FactoryMarch 9th, Bottom Of A Dark Dark Damp Culvert Full Of Stale Air And A Cold Cold MeMarch 9th, Factory1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I followed a rabbit downstairs. It was dragging my notebook in its mouth. There are buck-toothed marks all over the covers. I knew exctly where the rabbit was going. I will try and replace the covers soon. I knew exactly where I was headed. The rabbit is gone.
I know exactly where I am.
The stars have come out. Clouds are still stretched across the moon, but I can just make out Cassiopeia. When I was little I would wonder if the man in the moon and Cassie were in love. Or if they were like my parents. Why can't I remember?
My leg is throbbing horribly. I think it may be broken. I think....II knew how to make a splint. When did I fall? Why did I fall? Or did I do this myself?
Watching the sky change is giving me....making me...gods, where is the moon?
where am i?
To the Blue and the Red:Hey... Listen. We need to talk.To the Blue and the Red:2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's nothing bad. Nothing important, either.
Except that... well, you see...
You sort of make me feel lame.
Like, useless lame, not disabled.
I know that you grew up differently.
You were both given your colours and had no choice.
You were both told and taught and disciplined into those colours.
Those colours... well, they're you.
They're what make you you and you've grown to like them.
And you know what?
You been pretty happy and have been doing pretty well.
And, maybe, just maybe... since, you know, you didn't have a choice...
You gave me one.
You let me choose, even though I was already stained with shades of you from the moment I was born.
I would be different than you. That much was certain.
And you tolerate it.
Even though I'm not pure.
Even though I'm not what you wanted me to be.
Even though you trusted me to take on your goals.
You even go along or, gasp, help me with my goals!
So, really, I don't have much to complain about.