A Door That Knocks From WithinI met her on accident.A Door That Knocks From Within8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never got out much. I had an okay job in an okay building in the middle of an okay city. I kept it up because I couldn't live on nothing, but I also couldn't live off of nothing. I put on the same grey suit every day (dry cleaned on Saturday and picked up Sunday) and spent nine hours at a desk typing words into boxes.
I'd been there for four years and my supervisor didn't even know my name. I had good conscience that the only ones who did were Pierce, who I shared a cubicle with, and Bernice, who I shared a cubicle wall with.
No, this isn't all about Bernice. She was old, thick and leathery, and wheezed just standing up to peer over the divider and ask me if I wanted a cup of coffee. She reminded me of my aunt, my mom's older sister, who said she smoked to keep off the weight but was still fat.
This is all about Este.
The dry cleaner that I brought my suit to on Saturday was a man named Ti who spoke very little English
FFM Day 29- What's Left BehindIn a dim parlor, the men sat in clusters, some chatting with ghosts, others staring mutely. Men muttered and cried, gritting teeth in agony- they reached for limbs that weren’t there anymore.FFM Day 29- What's Left Behind2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Someone slammed a door, distant, but cacophonous. Someone coughed, loud as a landslide. Charles flinched. His eyes flitted from body to body, looking for a distraction. The room was stifling, smelling of old blood and myriad maladies.
A boy across from Charles whispered to himself, eyes vacant, face cheerful. In a voice like bullets, sharp and quick, “I’m gonna drop it, I’m a coward, don’t let me drop it, just please take it away from me.”
Charles saw what the nurses and doctors couldn’t, but it never passed his lips. The sunlight spilled across the floor in gashes, rending the boards, blood swirling in the grain of the wood.
The men weren’t trapped in their heads; they were falling out of them. Their skulls were cracked open, many literally. They sw
Enduring AtlasGrunting, Atlas shifted the weight of the heavens to his left shoulder so he could check his phone. Dionysus' party looked insane, it seemed like everyone who was anyone was there. Every other photo on instagram was Dionysus with his arms around a different Maenad. God of the grape harvest? More like god of the grope harvest.Enduring Atlas3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Logging in to Facebook, Atlas saw that Zeus suddenly had a lot more female friends. His relationship with Hera had been changed to 'it's complicated' again. According to his status update, Apollo had played a few songs from his new album on his magical lyre. Reception was apparently positive. Atlas wished someone had posted a video.
He browsed a collection of party photos. Everybody looked like they were having fun. There was Demeter, pouring out her new microbrew. There was Hecate, chatting up some girl. He lingered on a photo of Aphrodite and sighed. After a while he 'liked' it, but then 'unliked' it again and scrolled away.
Was there a single deity in al
What Am I Doing Here?Joe loaded up OpenOffice and got ready to write. Flash fiction characters gathered in the front of his mind and watched the text cursor blink on the empty page.What Am I Doing Here?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“He's gonna write about me again today, I just know it,” said Gale Gullwing, equipping and unequipping his daggers anxiously.
“Don't kid yourself,” said Business, the fifth horseman of the apocalypse. “You were good for one story, if that. Face it, you're surplus to requirements.”
“Fuck off, foureyes. My joke has way more mileage than yours.” Gale glitched a bit to make his point.
“Shut up, both of you,” said Koschei, a furry gun-wielding alien totally legally distinct from Rocket Raccoon. “It's gonna be Dirk. It's always Dirk. Even when it seems like it's something new, Dirk Ex Machina always shows up at the end to explode something.”
“Where is Dirk?” asked Tern.
“He's too cool for this. He's probably hanging out with Wren an
MiraI drink the last of the willowspirit and screw up my eyes against the migraine. Dangerous stuff. Drink it all at once and you'll be dead before the dawn.Mira3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm close now. There's a forest shrine nestled in the shadow of the Edzull hills, where the wirewights commune with their dead god. I know it well, and dozens of other such places that litter the Ossifus isles. One by one I visit them, stepping stones on a pilgrimage that ends I know not where.
The willowspirit stings my eyes, and begins to reveal the toxic sunrise. The shadowed treetops are heavy with crows and hunched things. Greenteeth and Grendelows paw at the grass by the stream. Some of these things are real and some of them are the willowspirit in my veins. I keep my distance from all of them.
Thirteen bells I wear on my belt, and thirteen magicks burn at the tip of my tongue. The book of binding sits in my satchel like a cannonball, alongside three black ritual candles that I won't be using tonight. I'll need another candle, o
To Get Out of the Rain“The signs! Look at the signs!”To Get Out of the Rain3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The bedraggled priest howls over the wind and rain as they drag him out of the police station and slam the doors shut. Finally we have some peace and quiet, at least relatively speaking; the phones are still off the hook, everyone in town seems to think we were in charge of flood prevention for some reason, and we've had three people bursting in screaming about prophecies. Storms always bring out the crazies.
Given a choice between the madness indoors and the weather outdoors, I'd probably look for a third option. Unfortunately for me, I have a crime scene to get to. I shrug on my coat and head for the door.
“If the river gets inside the office, try to save the photos off my desk,” I tell Sarina. She's on a call, but she shoots me a wink and a smile.
Outside, the wind whistles through the streets and wields the rain like a whip. The underground car park has been sandbagged, but as luck would have it I was late this morning anyway
Raknar in WonderlandRaknar the ruthless stalked the mountains, axe in hand. These were strange lands, farther off the edge of the map than any orc had ventured before, but this mattered little. Raknar was here to kill things, loot things, challenge things to duels, and occasionally dropkick small mammals.Raknar in Wonderland1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even so, there was something unsettling about this place. Something told him he wasn't supposed to be here. As much as he'd revelled in defeating the mighty invisible mouth-cat, as glorious as it had been to raise the severed head of the frumious bandersnatch in victory, he couldn't help but feel it was all a bit too easy. That last lion he'd killed hadn't even put up much of a fight. Vanquishing a lion that was quivering in a corner didn't really seem like vanquishing at all.
Still, he had to admit the treasure he'd found was marvellous. The epic axe he'd pried from the dead hands of a munchkin in Munchkin town hadn't seemed like much at first: it was blunt, with a circular head that didn't seem particu
The Long Waged WarLet out your angerThe Long Waged War3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let out your rage
Put up your fists
You've got a war to wage
Hatred is the key
To winning this war
And those you abhor
Ignore the burns
Ignore the black and blue
Just smash down the walls
Break right through
For your enemy is gracious
He accepts death with open arms
And never would he ever
Bring you any harm
He loves you dearly
For you he would die
He'd never ask twice
Wouldn't blink an eye
So don't shed a tear
He won't die in vain
When you stab his chest
He won't feel any pain
Only love for his beloved
Which is you, my dear
Too late to cower
Too late to fear
March right in
And claim your right
But instead kneel down
At the glory of his light
He is true love and patience
He is peace and kindness
He will touch your eyes
And heal your blindness
Let out your tears
Let go of your rage
For this is a war
You no longer wish to wage
EvanescenceYou’re supposed to make love the night of your wedding day, but John and I did not. Frankly, I don’t know how anyone can. We were exhausted. Our day started at the crack of dawn to get ready and was filled with constant adrenaline, standing, travelling, photos, socializing, speeches, dancing; before we knew it, it was 3 am and we had no energy left for anything else.Evanescence9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So, the night of our wedding day, John and I just sprawled our clothes across the chairs in our fancy hotel suite and crawled into bed. Both laying on our backs, looking up at the beautifully painted ceiling, we sleepily recalled our favourite moments of the day. Like when his father was the first to get on the dance floor and make a total fool of himself, and when my maid of honour made half the room tear up with her beautiful speech about how happy we’ve been from the very start.
I nuzzled my face into his collarbone and murmured, “This has been the best day of my lif
Memento Mori IIIt doth not matter how hard you tryMemento Mori II3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
No matter how much love is in your breast
Or how much jealousy is in your eyes
Every man will go to his eternal rest
(No matter how hard he tries.)
The future holds one fate
No matter the tears you cry
You shouldn't even try
For it doth not matter how hard you try
Remember your mortality
Remember you will die
The Legendary Golden ChickenboGale Gullwing sat with a chickenbo in each hand, rubbing them together vigourously.The Legendary Golden Chickenbo2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Have SEX,” he hissed.
Sir Siegmund raised his visor, squinting in bafflement. He'd just been passing by on his way to the galley, but after witnessing this he had no choice but to stop in his tracks, besides which he'd lost his appetite.
“What the hell are you doing, Gale?”
Gale fixed him with a glare. “Don't call me that. That's my default name. I'm Tempest now.”
“Some old dude in Guttertown offered to change my name in exchange for a magic mirror. Now I have a name as badass as I deserve.”
“Wait, the magic mirror? The one containing the princess' long-lost sister's soul?”
Gale put a finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
Siegmund frowned. “Why do the subtitles still say 'Gale'?”
“What?” Gale went into the pause menu and checked his status. “That fucker.”
lunacy.what the moon teaches us islunacy.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
no one exists as a constant.
some days you will orbit elsewhere.
the angles of light that
make up the shadows of you
will keep moving.
it is the same with the ocean
and how it does not meet
the shore the same each time:
some days it will come crashing,
eroding: or it comes back to kiss
its edges over and over
there are some days i am more
of a tsunami. there will be days
you will be eclipsed.
and i don't mind this. the moon is
up in the sky but the ocean still feels
the weight of its pull, always.
i want to drown in the
push and pull of your gravity
in all the ways that's possible.
i could get used to the
different phases of this:
i could get used to our lunacy.
Noctis dreamsShe is ever so silentNoctis dreams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And she never moves
She only wanders in my dreams
Searching for sin to remove
Her wings are like light
In my noctis dreams
They shone like the sun
Her beauty, it gleams
But when I visit her
There in that lonely place
I see no sign of movement
Not even a trace
There she rests
For all eternity
She is stone and cold
Practicing perfect taciturnity
700I read a story once about a man who had six PhD's in six different fields. I don't remember what fields they were, but I was impressed - that much I remember. As I read on, it became clear that the reason he found so much success was his severe OCD. He was so consumed by the disorder that he read each page of each textbook hundreds of times. And I remember thinking it was crazy, insane, psychotic. But I guess it worked for him. So I forgot about the man with the six PhD's and the torturous perfectionism that some call "disorder."7003 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Until I Met Candyce Karolyn Ethanson.
It was fourth grade and I called her names behind her back because she had to get on the swings so many times in a row that she never even swung. Before she could get on the swing well enough, recess was over. She cried when our teacher pried her from the swing-set, not allowing the repetition to continue. Then we went back inside for class and I remember seeing blood on her fingernails from where they were buried in her l
DP: Lab Rats Roleplay - Chapter 4Lab Rats roleplay, Chapter 4DP: Lab Rats Roleplay - Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: JessTFfan2212 and AuroraFox
Elijah laughed a little under his breath as he was being led out of the room. He didn't care if he got shocked. Knowing that the idiot was afraid of him was priceless enough.
Shortly after that little 'who's scarier' moment, they reached a lab. Once inside, the teens could see two chairs with TV screens beside them. Elijah rolled his eyes and moved toward a chair, wondering what kind of questions he was going to answer.
Clockwork smirked before he was roughly shoved towards his chair by Labcoat. The teen scowled at him and just continued to the seat.
Elijah looked around as he sat in the chair. "So what is this? Some kind of thing where you test how smart we are? Shouldn't the obstacle course be enough?"
"Pft. Oh no. That only tests your physical power and your ability to adapt and overcome obstacles. THIS tests your intelligence." Said Labcoat. Clockwork sat down in his chair.
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "And what do you expec
Raknar ReturnsHe'd travelled over the hills and far away, off the edge of the map to the furthest reaches of fiction. He'd slain every beast, and bested every challenger. With no lands left to conquer, he began to thirst for his throne.Raknar Returns2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now was the hour of Raknar's return.
He hadn't expected to find himself deposed.
“Who art thou?” demanded Raknar.
The goblin king stammered, his eyes unable to break from Raknar's magical lollipop axe.
“I- I- I'm the goblin king,” he managed eventually.
“You dare sit on that throne before Raknar the Ruthless? I who left these halls a king and return now as a GOD?”
“W- Well, goblin king is j- just my name, I'm actually a democratically elected-”
“SILENCE, FOOL! I have matched wits with the red wyrm of the lonely mountain and won. I have sung the songs of the purple dinosaur, and torn out his tongue so that I am their sole master. Your words are the inarticulate noise of a squalling child, and nothing more.”
Under Better Circumstances 12 - Among Other ThingsTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 12: Among Other ThingsUnder Better Circumstances 12 - Among Other Things3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 12 Among Other Things
Traversing through the dock's holding area was gradually becoming a depressing sight. The crowds continued to grow as more and more became refugees from the Reaper invasion. The photographs on the Memorial Wall piled atop each other, stained with the tears of their successors. Nevada disliked venturing through this level of the Citadel. It served as a painful reminder that she could be doing more, fighting harder and finding ways to bring this war to an end sooner.
Coming across the first make-shift room, she stumbled upon her shirtless Lieutenant. With his back towards a batarian tattooist, he appeared to be enjoying himself. He caught the familiar silhouette of his endearing Commander from the corner of his eyes and immediately began glowing.
Chronicles of Midlurth VII: Beyond our BordersWith a scorched cloak on his back and two arrows in his arse, a dwarf made his way along the Amberlea riverside. He saw the sign of the Golden Dragon ale house and shivered. Dragons. Too soon.Chronicles of Midlurth VII: Beyond our Borders3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he passed the door, a ruddy-faced halfling raised his beer thimble in greeting. “Ho there! Here for the vegetable competition this afternoon?”
“Have you not heard?” asked the dwarf. “The Necrolock has raised a world-ending army. Every human able to hold a sword marches west as we speak! The smart races are heading East.”
“You should see Mrs Hurgsplirdle's pumpkins, I'd bet you ten thimbles she'll be walking home with firs' place!”
“Are you not listening to me? Monsters are coming! You need to get out of here now, or you and everyone you care about will be dead within the week!”
The halfling snorted. “What goes on beyond Farmer Gherkin's hill is neither here nor there.”
“No, it definitely is there, and it'll be here t
The Problem With Mary Sue I think with any characterization there’s a point where you empathize, no matter how much of a deviance his or her actions may be from your understanding of humanity.The Problem With Mary Sue7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, sports fans, I’d like to talk about a subject that is long overdue: the Mary Sue (or the male equivalent, Gary Stu). But before I can talk about her, I think I should define what I think she is. This is important because the webs are teeming with varying definitions, and my idea of what she is may not jive with other people’s; the definition I see most often calls to mind Mary Poppins – practically perfect in every way – but I’ve also seen the opposite, where she is described as being impossibly weird. She’s got a bizarre (and an impossibly long) name, eye color, hair color, or other distinguishing feature that somehow signals she’s “special.”
Anybody Can Write a Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write A Novel - OutlineAnybody Can Write a Novel - Outline6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A Step-by-step Guide for Anyone to Learn How to Write a Novel
This is an Outline of all my current articles, and a look at what is to come. I will try to update it, at least once every two weeks. Also note that just because something is absent from the Outline does not mean I don't plan to write it. This is a compilation of only chapters that have already been written.
(You'll notice that I have neglected some points and chapters within this Outline. This this is simply a result of realizing that there is so much to learn, when it comes to writing. Don't worry, I'll be sure to come back and fill in the gaps. Also, if this list inspires any requested topics that you would like me to address, please feel free to suggest them in the comments section.)
Chapter 1– Beginning to Write
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!