Leap Without Looking"So," Mercutio said with a smile too wide for his face, "since you are staying with me, where shall we visit first?"Leap Without Looking3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in Cian made him wonder why he just agreed to spend more time with this man. Mercutio, at best, was an unknown party. Cian knew him as another Eternal, one who had possibly more than one name, and a personality that was more complicated than it appeared. But he looked so terrified of being alone again. The expression of sheer panic and terror that Mercutio couldn't have controlled had been enough to change Cian's mind. Since when had he been so easily swayed? That incident with Chara had been a fluke. He wasn't a man who changed his mind like that. And yet
Cian sighed, "You said you had been traveling around this galaxy," he murmured. "Where did you still want to visit?"
"There are a number of mountain and garden worlds that I was looking at but h
FFM23:Destroyer of WorldsI thought it was some kind of government bullshit. Some saw a giant man made of smoke. Others saw a mass of tentacles. I saw hundreds of golden gears connected by wriggling maggots and ribbed, purple strings. The only thing we could agree on was the one, giant eye ringed with teeth.FFM23:Destroyer of Worlds3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It peeled the moon like it was a grape. As it wrapped itself around what was left, the pieces disintegrated into a fine powder---the trail stretched across the sky. That's when I knew this wasn't a government conspiracy designed to stir the masses.
That's when the creature turned its eye toward earth.
FFM 1: Celery"Celery is the absolute worst," the Kitten Crusader said, "All vegetables are. Why can't we have steak?"FFM 1: Celery3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before the demonic, telepathic kittens had been banished, he had changed his costume. His usual ridiculousness was replaced with a brand new ridiculousness. Instead of his kitten isignia, he had printed and sewed a picture of himself in costume on his costume. Desdemona scooted to the edge of the bench, hoping he'd get the hint and let her eat her lunch in quiet.
"I mean, the demons are gone. What's the problem?" he asked.
He spread out over his lunch, arms curled around it like he was some kind of hungry dog. Instead of using utensils like a civilized human being, he used the tip of his razor claw to spear each vegetable and transport it to his mouth. Desdemona didn't know how he managed to do it without cutting his mouth, but she decided she didn't particularly care either. The demon kitten debacle was his fault, and once again, she had had to step in and fix everything
FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars"It's just $5,000 dollars, for real?"FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Andrew stared into the jar. He could almost see the people, but the outline of the city was very small, vaguely Ancient Chinese, vaguely Ancient Greece. The jagged edge of the what he guessed to be the main temple wasn't quite familiar.
"Some would say it's a bargain," the salesman said. From the way his lips thinned under his pencil thin moustache, Andrew got the impression he wanted to snatch the jar out of his hands and hide it on one of the many shelves. The store had hundreds of the jars, hundreds upon hundreds. If the man couldn't part with one, there was something wrong with him.
"I'll take it," Andrew said, handing the man his card.
He'd never really thought about owning an entire civilization before. He'd gotten lost looking for the Potion shop, and ended up in Civilizations R' Us. He'd seen the ads on tv, made fun of them with Kelly. Who puts civilizations in jars and sells them to amateur wizards? It wasn't just crazy, it was stupid.
FFM12:It Longs for SilenceIt-the-second felt a sharp push near the top of the stairs. It fell, metal impacting metal. The cranial casing cracked, severing the wires connecting to the neural processor. Damage was too extensive for repairs.FFM12:It Longs for Silence3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It-the-third repaired the radiation shields. It didn't feel anything until three bolts embedded in torso, power supply, and self repair systems. Key systems failed in rapid succession. It started a fire. There was nothing left.
It-the-fourth was locked outside of the radiation shield during the wind storm. Computer error.
It-the-fifth passed through the garbage disposal. Sensors maintained there was a clog. Sensors did not detect the leak. The acid disintegrated the remains.
When they were gone, It-the-first relished the quiet.
Because You Helped MeMercutio heard his own breath come in ragged hiccups as he stared at the grass in front of him. The tree he was leaning on was a good support, not the best, but it was keeping him upright. For now. He tried so hard not to notice it when Cian walked into his line of vision, but it was impossible not to. Cian planted himself in front of Mercutio, all of his body in direct sight. Mercutio shivered as he heard Cian take in a breath to speak.Because You Helped Me3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Cian asked.
Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. Mercutio thought spitefully, even though he was painfully aware of the fact that Cian actually knew nothing of Mercutio's situation. And it wasn't that he was trying to find a way to hurt Mercutio right now. In fact, from the tone and inflection of his voice, it was easy to say Cian was concerned. Rightfully so, really, because wouldn't anyone be
It's A StartThe shift from the bare, dark, silence of space to a bright, warm, forest world used to be jarring for Cian. Now it was as simple as breathing. The forests of Sesmia were soaked in humidity, making Cian's dark curls frizz out and sweat begin to coat his skin. It wasn't unenjoyable, but he knew planets with milder climates. He also knew planets with worse climates, but that wasn't important. Curiously, Mercutio didn't seem bothered by the muggy climate. The humidity made his straight hair a bit wavier, but he didn't look as uncomfortable as Cian knew he had to be. Mercutio still had that silly smile on his face, and he walked with a definite spring to his step. He shouldn't be walking that happily.It's A Start3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You shouldn't be barefoot," scoffed Cian, hating that he had to be here right now.
Mercutio sighed and gave Cian a sidelong glance. He had one eyebrow quirked up, his smile thin and wry.
About UsIt was comfortable here, snuggled between a blanket and sheets. Cian couldn't remember the last time he was in a bed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept either. Sleeping was nice, something his people didn't need to do all that often, but something that was still enjoyable. For a time sleep had been something of an escape for Cian. But now it felt like an action that he had desperately needed. Groaning softly under his breath he turned so he could hug the pillow to his chest. It smelled like salt air. There was another smell in this place too. Something sweet and doughy. It wasn't at all unpleasant. Nothing was that unpleasant here, really.About Us3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And that was when Cian realized something was terribly wrong. His violet eyes shot open and he jerked up in the bed. A bed? Since when was there a bed?! And blankets, and
FFM28: He Was as Blind as the Moon"And you're certain you own the rights?" the spaceman asked.FFM28: He Was as Blind as the Moon2 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"I fell to earth," the Goblin King said, "Everything I touch belongs to me. Thus the earth is mine. Do you want it?"
The spaceman nodded. He was listening to the face stealing hack of a musician's rendition of Time Will Crawl in his space helmet. The Goblin King pretended it didn't annoy him the dumb little man wasn't giving him his full attention. It was difficult considering just how much the Goblin King hated his doppelganger. That oaf had been profiting off his likeness for far too long.
"Very well, you know the price," he said, holding out an impatient hand. In his other, he held a crystal shaped like the planet Earth.
The spaceman deposited the raygun into his palm and hurriedly signed the contract. He immediately turned into a goblin. The goblin king shook his head at the stupidity of mortals. While it was true he had fallen to earth, it probably didn't give him the rights to sell the world.
Then he decided he didn't c
FFM8: Swarm SongKatherine heard the hum when she listened to the distress signal. An electric current pulsed through her neuron port, making her body shudder---it was too strong to reroute.FFM8: Swarm Song3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She seized up in the control chair. The port fried. She lost control.
There was nothing but sound and pain. She felt the impact of the ship as it crashed, as her body shut down. She felt the metal crumple around her, felt the heat.
Her last thought as she powered down was for the safety of the crew, sealed in the living quarters.
She had failed them.
The tunnel was like clear glass, but much, much harder. It circled the city, branching off and down at seemingly random intervals. The wires and cables that had once connected to the transportation pods hung from the ceiling, frayed and useless. Elijah had no chance to get things up and running again. Everything needed to be stripped out and rewired.
After the crash, he had expected things to be bad, but not this bad.
"We're going to have to walk, aren't we?" Ryan aske
Doesn't It Bother You?"That was marvelous!" Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.Doesn't It Bother You?3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time! It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again! After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death. He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder
"All of the dancing and singing! Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.
If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs. The silence, while nice, was too much sometimes. There was no sound, no music, no crunching of dirt or leaves or twigs out in space. Simply silence.
"I have been wandering the galaxy for a while now and completely forgot how much I enjoyed the Av'ikir! I should make a note to"
"You lied to m
You Should SleepAfter that vivid explosion of emotions Mercutio was rather demure. That made the process of Cian blocking one of his powers that much easier. Mercutio was calm while Cian reached into Mercutio's energy. Energy configurations were something complicated, but not impossible to understand. It helped that Cian was as old as he was, since that sort of age aided in understanding energy.You Should Sleep3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though, to be honest, Cian had never really sat and stared at an energy configuration. Mercutio's looked like a thousand of intricately woven braids, all tangled within his body. Cian had to wonder if his was similar, but he would ponder that thought at a later time. Right now he had to sift through all the threads, occasionally tugging at one, testing which ability it was. Mercutio was silent and still l throughout the entire process. Cian didn't think it was hurting Mercutio, and surely his friend would say som
Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 1The sharp clang of a sword hitting chitin, echoed through the whole island for sure, as Teldryn Sero fell to his knees, muttering a Dunmer curse under his breath. A flake of chitin had been chipped off his helmet and it could have become an even deeper hole, if the female Nord hadn’t disposed of the attacker in time, an arrow piercing the bandit’s neck. The sword was dropped to the ground right next to Teldryn, who grunted in further annoyance, getting back up on his feet. Once again they were surrounded by the eerie stillness, except for the ash still whirling around them after the fight.Tales of a nordic wolf - chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Varga pulled her dark red hair back into a ruffled knot, since it had come undone during the fight, while looking around them, before coughing abruptly, trying to wave away the ash near her face. Still new to Solstheim, she hadn’t grown accustomed to the foul air and it was a wonder she was even capable of fighting in it. That was why she had picked up Teldryn the moment she had see
In This Shell“You don't have to be so difficult,” Cas said.In This Shell2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Communication Assistance System, or Cas for short, was a jumble of circuits and contradictory pathways in a silver case strapped to her wrist. It should have responded to her questions in the same calm, detached manner as the last Cas unit she'd owned. Instead, it seemed to have gotten stuck on argumentative. Most of the time, Mika was amused, but other times, it was downright irritating. Sometimes, she suspected Cas was even smarter than it let on.
She braced herself against the wall as another rumble shook the tunnels. Tremors weren't unusual on the station, but Mika hadn't gotten used to them in the few short months she'd been there. She grown up a colony brat, accustomed to the open air and red skies. Being confined to one small building on a tiny asteroid orbiting the planet was a hard adjustment. The smell of recycled oxygen combined with dust from the tremors made her nose itch.
“I'm not being difficult,”
A Revolving DoorTo be honest, this wasn't a technique or ability Cian had really used, at least not in the last millennia or so of his life. Looking for someone, anyone was something he had never done, and now he was trying to find one out of an infinite number of people in the known (to him) universe. The idea was daunting, but as he shut his eyes and blocked out the world of Sesmia, the smell of the muddy air, the heat and humidity that would have strangled him, Cian found this to be almost peaceful. There was something natural about the feeling of blocking out everything, reaching out with only abilities, and moving his essence through space. Bodies were such limiting things, but Cian's power, his being, all of that was so much stronger.A Revolving Door3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On any other given day Cian would have described space as empty, cold, silent, and nothingness. Yet, as he strode it like this, it was almost colorful. He could feel all of the life withi
RejectedHe was there when she rounded the corner. She cursed her own stupidity for not letting the vampire hunter handle things like she should have. But Ella had thought the vampire's interest was just a passing thing.Rejected6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ella, he said, I've tried to stay away, but I had to see you.
He blocked the stairs to her apartment. Not that she was fast enough to out run him anyway, but she liked to think she had a chance. Heck, if she could get the door open, there was hope.
His fangs dented his lower lip as he smiled.
Go away, Edmond, she said, but in her heart, she knew it was hopeless.
He barely acknowledged anything she said these days, and what he did accept, he twisted to suit his own insanity. He had convinced himself they were more than casual acquaintances; she had barely said more than hello.
Don't be like that. All I want is a minute.
I'm not interested.
He sighed, a pale hand sliding through his hair.
Don't fight this, he
Stray - Chapter 1Stray - Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
The .32 pistol grazes his chin. Flak tries not to twitch. The pistol in his own grip doesn't waver but his legs are shaking. He feels every single step he's run from Paradise Falls to here, wherever here is.
He lifts his gaze to the other person holding the pistol.
His light armour is constructed of miscellaneous junk. A metal plate in the middle of his chest is strapped in place with thin leather bands and buckles that stretch around his torso. Everything is suspended there by a metal ring around his neck. There's a brace or pad that covers his right shoulder, decorated with spikes. The raider's pants are ripped off at the knees, and his boots are high on his calves. This armour barely protects anything. Not his skin that's caked with dirt; brown where it had cooked under the sun, golden and bronze where the light falls on it. It doesn't hide the wound he has. It's a mess on the left side of his torso
LoveLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something in all of us,
different but still the same.
It's a way of expression;
some times normal,
well some times strange.
It's a feeling that you have;
or sometimes sad.
It's a curse,
or a blessing.
It makes you lose yourself,
or helps you discover who you truly are.
It's something that will always happen,
whether like it or not.
But something that can't be controlled,
or be freed.
But always be happy,
that you can love.
Little WolfLittle Wolf lived in the woods with her grandmother.Little Wolf7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Every afternoon she'd walk barefoot down the path through the trees to the creek. That was as far as she dared go alone. Her grandmother warned her to be careful and to always be home before dark. Strange things hunted in the forest, looking for little wolves just like her.
For the most part, she was content to splash in the water and chase the silvery schools of fish, but sometimes she wished for someone else to join her. She could still remember a time, from very long ago, when she lived with her mother and father in town.
Towns were nothing like the quiet forest. There was always someone to talk to or play with and there were many strange foods to eat. Towns were busy and noisy and filled with other wolves, and when she lived in town she didn't have to hunt.
She was lonely living with just her grandmother.
One day, she heard an unfamiliar sound crashing down the path on the other side of the creek. She had stayed later
FFM13: Help from the StarsHer crater was no bigger than one of the stores just off the square. The girl who fell from the sky was even smaller than we were. She could have rode comfortably on the back of my cat, Mr. Death Machine, if he didn't possess an intense hatred of having his back touched. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The fever was starting to get to me.FFM13: Help from the Stars3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was humanoid, but only just, and her body glowed like an ember. Her skin looked like melted copper. To be honest, I wasn't sure if she was a she. Her body seemed to curve in vaguely feminine ways, but what did I know about aliens? I felt my gut twist. Tom would have known what to think, but he was in bed and getting worse. It wouldn't be long now.
It took her two minutes to climb out of the crater. When she neared the top, she stopped to stare---as though she couldn't decide what to make of me. She had three eyes, blacker than anything else I'd seen. No eyelashes or eyebrows though, but it didn't make sense for anything made of rock to grow ha
Cavanaugh part 1Not now, Maggie Summers said as the engine sputtered.Cavanaugh part 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
Her brother's car was a piece of junk, and it was supposed to get her to Des Moines. Fat chance of that now, she mused. There was about 150 miles to go, and if she managed to find a mechanic savvy enough to get the junk bucket running, it would still be past visiting hours. Black smoke billowed from under the hood, clouding her vision and making it hard see the road.
She could, however, make out the long stretch of grave stones to her left and the weathered city limits sign on her right. Welcome to Cavanaugh, it read, population 200 and steadily dropping. Someone had spray painted the last bit in bright pink.
A small town was better than no town, and hadn't she read somewhere that small town mechanics were less likely to dick you around? A gas station peaked on the hill, but directly across from it was the saving grace of Dover's Garage. She coasted into the drive.
The mechanic, an ancient man in a red baseball cap, appe
FFM30: These Silver SoldiersDax was more than an arrangement of gears and wires under a sickly hued synthetic skin. Rachel knew this. She felt it in her core, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. Two years was just too long, and sleeping through danger didn't sit right. She settled in the pod, willing her mind to quiet.FFM30: These Silver Soldiers2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It will be difficult if you do not relax," Dax said, "Breathe deep, Captain. I have reviewed all protocol. I am fully capable and fully prepared. Everything is going to be fine. Do you not trust me?" He did not smile. Rachel didn't know if he could.
The first injection stung, but it was followed by the comfortable warming of her limbs and a sleepy feeling. He was right. Everything would be fine. Dax would get them through the radiation belt. He'd pilot Ship and direct the maintenance bots. Hell, with his memory, he'd probably do a better job.
She tried to smile as he sealed and adjusted the pod's settings. She counted backward from ten. The silver D emblazoned across Dax's uniform wa
FFM22: Some Kind of RedemptionThe traveler left gifts on the altar. Proper gifts, Andra realized. She recognized the ritual jars filled with strawberry jam and honey. He broke generous portions of a thick crusted rye bread and recited the old prayers. The words were an unfamiliar dialect and his accent was strange, but he was sincere.FFM22: Some Kind of Redemption3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For that reason, she let him pull her memories back from the abyss. She would help him if she could.
Andra felt the blade press against the soft of her throat. If the rock really was magic, it was wearing one hell of a good disguise. It looked like an ordinary rock in an ordinary jar. She did not meet his gaze. Instead, she stared at the signet ring on his third finger---the emblem of a scorpion killing a spider.
He had traveled far to find her.
"I don't know what you expect me to do with it," she said, "This is nothing."
The blade pressed hard enough to cut through the first layer of skin. Not enough to draw blood but almost. She almost wished he'd just get it over with and kill her.