WolfThe tale I tell is true. It may seem different from what you know, but it is stillWolf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
true, the way it happened. Little was changed, just the names, to protect the people and
animals involved. All good tales of this kind begin the same; this one is no different.
Once upon a time I was on my way to visit my good friend the Fox for lunch. My
friend the Fox lived just outside the enchanted forest, which, as you may or may not
know, had only one path. It led from the west to the east or the north to the south,
depending on the moon's phases. If the moon was waxing, the path was north to south.
When the moon was waning, east to west. It was waning at this point of the month.
The enchanted forest is not a place where you could just speed along; the beauty
of it makes you slow down, just to look at the surroundings no matter how hard you try.
Which is why I thought the following was very odd indeed! I was just passing this lovely
fountain where some fairies were bathing when a little girl came s
Natural Enemies - Chapter OneWhen he first met her, she was his enemy.Natural Enemies - Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even in the face of an ever-desperate struggle for resources, though, Feldratus never really saw the opponent he faced in the arena as his enemy, but rather an unfortunate adversary of a harsh environment. He had come into the Tesara arena only knowing her name: Helanya of Vulcanus, and was so stunned by her appearance that he was almost taken off-guard.
The battle had been a fairly brief one. Although smaller in frame and strength, the female Glatorian far outclassed him in speed and experience. It was only sheer luck that he had been able to disarm her, catch her off-balance, and force her to concede. She hadn't seemed upset about it, though, as a lot of even the most experienced Glatorian would have been in her place. She simply nodded her surrender, stood, and strode out of the arena.
He had only seen her once more after that, to discuss the terms for Tesara's payment for victory in the arena. She had been brusque and thorough as they barte
DoomsdayDoomsday9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
His name is Max. He was an ordinary boy, sitting in front of his computer and writing. No one knew that day that an alien life form was constantly watching him, like a human watches bacteria in a microscope. But slowly, they drew their forces.
It all started when Max heard a loud thunder. Louder than it normally should be. He stood up and looked through the window. "Oh my godů" went through his mind. A meteorite was falling. Max quickly ran out forgetting to put a jacket on. It wasn't that warm outside. Max headed towards the meteorite. He saw it falling into the woods. He felt as if the path was darker and longer than ever. Max stopped. Three trees were around him and together they made a triangle. Suddenly, he felt a strange headache and fell unconscious.
He woke up not knowing where he was nor what time it was. He was in the same forest though. After a while, he heard a noise that started quietly, but got louder. It was a sound of a war. He knew a war had started.
Witness the EndI sat with her at the edge ofWitness the End6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a world working without us,
that we were never a part of,
and watched it commit suicide
light flashed from various sources,
and the roaring of the fire drowned
out any screams sparks dispersed in
the darkening sky, and for miles and miles
the land was engulfed by the demons
its people had unleashed themselves
the destruction thrived with seemingly
infinite energy (though we knew it
would not last), and did not discriminate
among its victims; pure chance judged
what was to be crushed, exploded,
or shot by a budding psychopath
and then the fate of said psychopath
and when there was nothing left to burn
and the fire finally flickered down, tired
and burned out for the night, when
the world went to sleep with the
ending of an era and broke the
trance it had put us in,
she turned to me goddess,
deity, with her detached look
and eyes that shone with sympathy
but were underlined with wisdom
and a profound understanding
of our place in this bu
Life After PeopleLife After People6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What Happens When There's No One Left?
What Happens When We Disappear?
What Will Become Of Earth
When Everythings Gone
And Silence Engulfs The Planet?
What Will Become Of The World
When Men Cease To Exist
And Everything Falls Apart?
What Will Happen With Life After People?
(A)Musing - Part OneIt took ten minutes for Lawrence Bradley to realize he was still on the same paragraph, reading without actually reading. He blinked at the page rather dully before opening the bedside table drawer and fishing out a bookmark. The story would not progess tonight, not as long as these thoughts weighted heavily on his mind. He folded up his wire glasses and laid them on top of the book. Sighing, he slouched his way into a more horizontal position.(A)Musing - Part One3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It would have been a lie to claim he wasn't attracted to her. And Lawrence Bradley was, among other things, a honest man. He was attracted, but he didn't know why.
She was quite sweet, but no more so to him than she was to everyone. Intelligent, yes, but weren't most of his students? They managed a passable enough imitation of intelligence anyway, at least when they showed up for class. She wasn't pretty - and that wasn't a harsh judgement on his part. Autumn Fanshaw was as plain Jane as they made them and he'd taught his share of
StrikingIt was warm.Striking2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not hot like she had been expecting a soft, gentle warmth that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. Like stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster film; the two were completely absorbed in their own world for the night while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them.
She stretched her neck and shoulder blades with a soft groan, sparing a brief glance at his watch lying askew on the nearby intable. Nearly 2:15 in the afternoon. She returned her arm back to her side and burrowed back into the blankets with a puff of a sigh.
March Madness LimericksMarch Madness Limericks4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
There was an old biker called Shipp
Who stood with his hands on his hips
He was told this was a lady thing
But he liked it so much he started to sing
"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"!!
A Dream in the DesertThey had lost everything in the fire.A Dream in the Desert3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wreckage lay behind them, sending off the occasional flare of smoke and light whenever the fire stumbled across another canister of fuel. As soon as they'd crawled to safety, Aidan had remarked that, at the very least, they still had their lives.
"Will that be enough?" Finn muttered to himself now, dragging his eyes away from the crumpled remains of their ship. For a second, he let his eyes skim near the sun. It sagged above their heads, groaning as it struggled to pull its heavy, swollen mass toward the horizon. Here, below, the planet could do little but succumb to its lightwhite and scathing, like holy fire.
In front of him, Aidan stumbled through the sand, struggling to navigate the slope of the dune as he patched the worst of the holes in his biosuit. Finn hurriedly did the same, peeling off the hood of his suit and trying not to wince as the rubbery material pulled on his skin. With aching slowness, he tore it into thin strips and t
Facets1. He pulled a thick novel out and balanced it on his palm before fishing a pair of reading glasses from the mess on his desk. The surprise must have shown on her face, for he directed a quip at her.Facets3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. She yanked the controller out of his hands before he could lost a third consecutive boss battle and promptly died before being sent back to the loading screen.
3. She pulled out several CD's from the shelf.
"I didn't know many people in my age bracket enjoyed Celtic music so much."
4. They had planned to have a few rounds at the bowling alley to alleviate the boredom of small town life, but found their plans thwarted upon seeing the sheer number of people inside. It was just their luck that they chose the one weekend when a tournament was being held.
5. She made a sharp turn into an abandoned parking lot and slammed the brakes. "Give me thaaat!" and snatched the GPS from his hands, studying the digital map.
"Idiot. You've still got us set in the same town w
Beautiful DayThere are some days that are inherently beautiful.Beautiful Day2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hot green-yellow days in August-- or July, but never June-- where everything seems still, like you're the only person in the world, because all the normal people are inside with their air conditioners, and all the birds are resting, and you lie down on the grass and it feels like it's just you and the great growing plant world that surrounds you, and it's utterly still, the only moving air caused by your breath, and for a minute you know what peace is. And then the air stirs, and you hear a lawn mower in the distance and smell the fresh-cut grass, and some laughter or shouts in the distance because some kids are playing something, but it's still quiet in your empty space of green, even when a car goes by, even when suddenly a pair of twittering birds flies overhead, two dark spots against the blue bit of sky overhead.
Days in the winter when the clouds are thick and heavy, like a flannel sweater over the world, and they're shaking down
Digitigrade IIThe human foot contains twenty-six bonesDigitigrade II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for running and dancing and spinning
pirouettes in neat circles,
balanced on one foot before two,
starved for attention with every broken
"Ballet is more than dancing,
Grace," the en pointe trainer balanced
on one foot and named every bone
supporting her weight.
Grace spins one
circle on the hardwood floor:
her eyes land on the barre mirror.
She doesn't see the atrophied bone
ribs through pink gauze,
but only imagines herself as beautiful.
Weeks of anorexic binging display the remains
of weak structure.
One more skin-and-bone
cygnet remained an ugly duckling
as the starved light of dawn danced across the sky
on bleach bone toes.
The empty theater seats fill up
while en pointe sylphs
count their ribs backstage
at the memorial performance
where grace fluttered,
The Visitor - Part 1It was twenty-eight minutes past seven, on the sixth day of October, and London was being rained on. Rain is not something that happens in London or over London or even around London. It happens to London, in the same way that chicken-pox happens to five-year-olds.The Visitor - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
London with rain happening to it is a very different place to London with nice-weather-for-this-time-of-year. It's grumpier. People talk less, and they hurry everywhere, holding up briefcases and newspapers like offerings to the gods. Women in high heels perform that peculiar toes-only not-quite-running that is unique to the breed. And anyone arriving in a safe, dry haven, will say to the first human being they encounter, "It's absolutely tipping it down out there!"
On that morning (the sixth of October, seven twenty-eight) Doctor Rosemary Fortune was not performing the toes-only run, the newspaper-over-head jog, or any other undignified movement. She had come equipped with a very la
Fragments - Nostalgia Edition1. I wrote it a thousand times on my 1940's typewriter, practiced the words mentally a million times, mouthed the sentence into my pillow every night for years but only said it once, aloud, to your casket.Fragments - Nostalgia Edition2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Every tea party with my eight year old little sister was a very civil war. I wore my sunhats like helmets and my lace gloves like gauntlets, my tablecloth was my battle flag, and the first (and last) battle began with the final cookie and ended with time out on opposite sides of the house.
3. He used to build birdhouses and hand-size coffins in woodshop class. Never clocks or derby cars, nor trinket boxes or small bookshelves. Only birdhouses. Only tiny caskets that could fit in your palm.
I never asked but I never had to after I saw him bury a blue jay shot by his little brother with the very first thing he ever made in woodshop class a slingshot.
4. My grandmother had a never-ending spool of yarn in her knitting basket. I know because I never once saw her buy anoth
Small WordsHe says "when you publish a book" in the same way my mother says "when you go to the store " like it's something I've already made up my mind to do, but I'm waiting for my schedule to open up long enough to take care of some errands, type a few words, be something.Small Words2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
FFM-2012-5It's been so cold since you left. I put on long sleeves because it feels like a hug but it wasn't enough. So I hugged my bear instead, but he never hugs back and maybe that's why I never gave him a name.FFM-2012-53 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I guess what I'm trying to say is I still miss you.
The Glowing White Tree Gave Birth to the TwoThey met at the tree with the white leaves that glowed. He was up sitting in the branches and she was sitting on the ground. She'd come and curled up for a nap, her blonde hair curling softly in the grass. He was swinging his legs back and forth while staring up at the clouds through the glowing leaves. She had on a white dress with lace and a little bow was clipped in her hair. One could tell it had been placed there by a meticulous mother. He had on a dirty pair of overalls and a checkered shirt. One could tell that he'd put all of it on by himself.The Glowing White Tree Gave Birth to the Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He finally looked down, and with surprise, he called down, "Hey, what're you doing here? This is my tree!"
She looked up with her bright green eyes and she said softly, "I was napping."
"Napping? Girls can't nap here. This is the magic tree!"
"Boys can't sit in the magic tree. It hurts it."
He frowned. "It does?"
"Yep. It told me so."
"Then why hasn't it told me?"
"I don't know."
The little boy hopped down, and sat next to the girl. "The
Heralds of SnowThe wolves heralded in the winter and it held for over a thousand years. No one dared challenge it. No one. The trees hung barren, just waiting, for the laws of nature had given up and the earth had breathed its last breath and succumbed to the rule of whatever would pick up the standard of power. The seasons, the sea, the skies, everything that lived and breathed and existed upon the earth was left to command it as it would.Heralds of Snow7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So the wolves claimed the winter and the frost and the snows that hung deep over fields and mountains that waited patiently for their turn. And we, the humans that found all our power and might reduced to the same level as all other creatures, let them rule. It was a very confusing time.
We had been the masters all along. The earth was ours and all things in it. But what happens when the earth gives its power to all things and there are no rulers, no kings, no masters?
Seafoam and AshA girl once told me she was conceived by the ocean. "By" not "beside" her skin was the color of new seafoam and you could follow her green eyes into the deeps and drown there. She had a soft, papery voice that sighed in and out and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like dried seaweed.Seafoam and Ash3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was born along the sea strand, where the ocean met solidity and pounded it into tiny grains. Perhaps she was delivered in a clump of seaweed or crawled her way out of a pink conch shell and learned to swim before learning to walk. She carried an air of calm serenity that rippled around her like an aura wherever she went, content to flow instead of fight.
I met a boy born from the fire tailing comets rushing through the atmosphere. His hair was a shock of red swinging upward and he lit up entire rooms with his presence. He always spoke a little too fast, the words rushing from his mouth like sparks off a firecracker, flickering and dancing. His golden eyes flashed
TestamentThey say that all the great stories only have one plot. The ancient tales tells of the struggle of heroes to greatness, the fall of villains. The same thing over and over, on bark or hide or clay, the fight between good and evil.Testament2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But this story begins with a simple man. Begins with, though perhaps no further, because being a simple man does not make things simple. And remember what else they say, that even the devil himself was once heaven's greatest angel.
He found it in a pawn shop. There were no horror-movie-esque histrionics, the shopkeeper warning him against it, begging him not to buy it, he just handed over a couple of notes and that was that. He was shopping for a present for his girlfriend when he found the small porcelain figurine, sitting innocuously on a dusty shelf surrounded by all other odds and ends that defied classification. It took a little frowning while he tried to work out was it was, a kind of warped angel, form twisted and blood-red wings streaming down i
InheritanceHe plucks a bitter C noteInheritance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a two hundred year old violin
that belonged to his mother,
and her grandmother.
The strings have never fallen flat before.
Inferno - WIPSeptember is a sultry tangleInferno - WIP2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've got my own hell to return to.
blasphemy IIgolden even as nights grew paleblasphemy II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and long, the little light reminisced
glimpses of a tattered face;
it was with eyes that sought in
blindness that he reached for
a figure, and it was with intention
named for an angel he only knew
briefly that he became the little
brother named shealtiel, the one
and in bitter reconstruction, Heaven built its fabled trees from blood-soiled wreckage, planting wayward flowers and whispering of betrayals for there were those that had almost-but-not and fewer that had remained wholly loyal.
in a skin that blossomed with
novel sensation, shealtiel recalled
few moments of infancy: there was
sunset, there was warmth, there was
one called abdiel who spoke like he
pained; in the midst of violent hands,
against a backdrop of peril, he stood
like a terrible specter, and had shealtiel
ever known such a love? it burned like
needy bile, retching ugly thoughts of
never finding his memory in the heaps
of lesser brothers or finding abdiel les
ExcessiveShe hadn't forgiven him. She'd just stopped being angry.Excessive3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People change they said. Cut him some slack. She did understand that a few rounds of alcohol made a completely different person. And it was his bachelor party. She had no business crushing his last night of freedom.
Still, the can-can girls had been rather excessive.