The Chemicals Between UsThe Chemicals Between Us9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Colin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. "Congratulations!" it began. "You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners." He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.
It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking home from a senior seminar on twenty-first century composition, the woman Colin had been seeing for the past few months stopped him on the sidewalk. His fingers searched for the warm spots in his pockets as she coolly broke up with him. "I'm sending for my partners list, and I think that we should end this relationship," she told him. "I just don't see the poin
How to survive a horror movie, reedited.1.Always the number one rule for horror movies, never have sex. You and your lover will be to distracted doing it to even notice the killer is standing right above you,ready to plunge his knife into your back.How to survive a horror movie, reedited.3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2.Never ask the police for help,they always end up dying at some point.
3.If your friend is injured, leave him behind. Someone has to live to tell the tale.
4.Don't ever tell your friends that you will be back. You won't be back.
5.Don't drive down deserted country roads. Who knows what kind of people live there.
6.Whatever you do, do not separate like they do in the scooby doo movies. The killer could easily pick you off one by one.
7.Stay in your room if you hear a strange noise coming from outside your door. Lock yourself in and close the curtain if you have to and shut the fuck up.
8.Never brush your teeth. When you bend down to spit the toothpaste out and go back up, you will probably encounter something horrifying in the mirror.
9.Use your fucking common sense, easy as that
The Shadows:PrologueThe Shadows:Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A two-story, blue and white house sat on Sun street, where a beautiful green lawn could be seen. Roses, daisies, and tulips rested in pots near the front door. Birds chirped,attracted by the bird bath in the middle of freshly cut grass. Inside were paintings, both realistic and abstract, that hung up on hallway walls. They had been painted by the owners of the house, a great hobby for both of them to enjoy. The living room held two satin couches, a wooden coffee table, and an old fireplace. Three pictures sat above the fireplace in a straight line, on top of the mantle. The picture on the right was a little boy covered in chocolate cake from head to toe. The picture on the left showed another little boy riding a bright red tricycle. The one in the middle held an adorible little girl with big brown eyes.In the picture she was sitting in the grass with a monarch butterfly balancing delicately on the tip of her nose. Three children were asleep in thier cribs, unaware of the events t
Funeral DinnerOctober 14thFuneral Dinner7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear diary, I am going to die. Well, obviously. That sounds pretty existential, so let me clarify: I am going to die in the very near future. There are a number of ways it could happen now and none of them are very appealing. Every trip Ive ever taken has involved some sort of disaster: arriving at the bus terminal late, lost luggage, flight cancellations. But Id never experienced a plane crash before.
I was going to Paris. I told my wife it was a business trip but, heres the kicker, I was going to see my son. I dont mean the one she just gave birth to a month and three days ago. The one she doesnt know about. The one I helped in the conception of fifteen years ago when I went there on an actual business trip at the beginning of my career, before I ever even met my wife. I got a call later, long distance, n
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
Can't Go Home Again My name is Jacob Mullins. I just turned 24 last week and got a phone call from my father telling me to come home. Now, as I get out of my car and head up the walkway, I'm not too jazzed to be walking back into the house that reminds me of my childhood. It took me a year and a half to move into an apartment and get a decent job and now I have to take a leave of absence to take care of the old codger before he croaks. If I lose my job over this there better be something phenomenal in that will of his to make up for it.Can't Go Home Again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As soon as I open the door the smell of dust and sickness reaches my nostrils and my lip curls. I make my way down the hallway and into the old man's bedroom and don't bother to knock before I step in. He's hooked up to a oxygen tank and his eyes look glazed over as he fixes them on me. I lean against the dresser and fold my arms across my chest.
"So I'm here."
"And insolent as ever, I see." His voice is raspy and there's a t
Feral Reincarnation - p2Nate stalked the streets, pulling his new jacket close to him. He was just leaving King territory for his own home, having taken a walk after the fight with the Feral boy.. The jacket, of course, had been stolen. He had recognized a King who had a very nice leather trench coat. And Nate wanted it. He thought of it as a birthday present to himself. It was a very nice present, and he was glad he thought of it.Feral Reincarnation - p25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning a corner, he let out a sigh at the familiar sight of home territory. Now, he would head home and- DONG
Nate looked over his shoulder, far off into the distance. DONG. A clock tower struck. DONG. Was it really that late already? DONG. Wait that meant
"My birthday " Nate mumbled to himself. A strange urge coming over him, the boy hopped onto the hood of a car, and sat through the ringing. "Ten Eleven Twelve " He grinned. "Happy birthday, me."
And that was when everything changed.
The world shook and rumbled suddenly, rocking violently back an
Like Father Like SonHe died slowly.Like Father Like Son5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He died painfully.
He died alone.
Ludwig Eberhart's body was found mere hours after he was shot. An ambulance was called. He was pronounced dead on the scene, tossed aside like trash between the overturned garbage cans. Police were called. None came. Soon, people came to move his corpse. Faceless entities that were mere puppets, controlled by those who wore crowns. The ones who saw the deep crimson pools that reflected light like rusted copper ignored it. The ones who knew what happened falsified surprise and grief and made it into an art.
All too quietly, Ludwig was tossed into the back of the ambulance as if a broken toy that was to be taken to the secondhand store. Blank blue eyes stared upwards, as if the barrel of the gun was still hanging in front of him. The blood had stopped flowing from the wound in his chest, yet the clean metal floor was still stained and marred by the rented flesh, which already had begun its slow decomposition. As the door was cl
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
House-elf and cream of carottHouse-elf and cream of carott5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
ClosureJeff and Anna lay on the bed together, Jeff's mind absent from the physical task his body was performing, looking down, as if from a distance. He watched Anna moving, how she writhed, judging his current performance against all past based on body language: how tight her eyes were shut, how many words she whispered that he couldn't quite understand, breathy and tight, as though the experience lifted her, Jeff decided, to another plane of existence, which did wonders for his ego.Closure3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anna heaved, shaking her breasts more than usual, making more sound than usual. She looked like a mockery of herself, showy, "acting" as herself like she was on camera instead of just "being" herself. Her right arm hung over the side of the bed and stayed for several seconds at a time, gripping something, as though bracing herself against the bed frame. Jeff slowed and repositioned himself, putting a leg on the ground where something - a wrist, long fingers - snaked under the bed after releasing Anna's hand, cau
affection driveIf I recycledaffection drive7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the love littered at your feet
hearts would starve no more.
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
The Shadows: Chapter 4The Shadows: Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept telling myself it was just my imagination (I definitely had a big one), but my instincts told me otherwise. I finally made it to the bathroom where I waited in silence for Casey. Looking at the entrance I realized someone else was there or at least I felt like another person was there. I'd been staring at the entrance for what seemed like hours when in reality it had only been a couple minutes.
"You came." a voice said from behind me.
"Don't scare me like that!" I exclaimed once I saw it was Casey.
"So..." She replied, sizing me up as if she were trying to determine if I was good enough, "You're it? You're Camryn?"
"How'd you know my name?"
"Your brother" she answered, making me feel stupid at such an obvious answer.
"Do you have your pendant that your mother gave you?"
"Yeah,but how'd you know..." I replied awkwarding, fingering the shapes of it in my coat pocket.
I had never told anyone about the pendant I had gotten from my mom on my birthday. I had found it that
Nano 2010And thus the world was turned to sand, angry was the One Goddess. In retaliation for the blasphemers and neglect, the Namuh race was punished with infertility. Green grass turned to brown before withering beneath a sun with razor sharp rays in a blue sky turned hard yellow. The once fragrant flowers now spewed the stench of sulfur. And it was all our fault. Thus we, the Namuh, were punished thousands upon thousands of years ago. Left stranded in this sea of sand, we had but one choice. Return praise to the one above, appease her and praise her for her wisdom, beauty and generosity for we have our life, at least. We have our world and a home. Once the Fertility Goddess accepts our pleas and sorrow will she return life to our world.Nano 20105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those accused of blasphemy lose all privilege and rights as a member of the Namuh race. The Haven and Divine Guard will no longer offer protection to the offender.
The offender is to be brought in to the High Temple of the Hav
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form9 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
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Behind the FabricBehind the Fabric3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The velvet fabric
soft against her skin,
yet offers no warmth.
A dress of roses
In which she pretended to be someone else.
Even the sky knew how she felt
without her ripped-up old jeans
and the comfort they bring.
The only thing they saw
A beatiful girl,
the person behind the fabric,
her heart and soul hidden from those
who only seek beauty.
I wonder will they ever see
the real me.
The Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted DreamsThe Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted Dreams3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shhhhhh" the wind seemed to be saying.
I started to take in my surroundings, having no idea where I was or how I got there. The light of the blinding sun filtered through the trees' branches, making the dew on their leaves shine with perfection. The sweet smell of daffodils covered, the forest of trees around me.
"You have come..." a voice suddenly said, breaking the silence.
Out of nowhere a young girl appeared in front of me. She could've been in kindergarten, still all chubby from when she was a baby. Her long hair, the color of silver, trying to hide her dark purple eyes like a sword protecting valued gems. The girl was bare foot, which seemed odd with her billowing yellow dress. *Why was this girl barefoot, in the woods?* I wondered.
"Talk to Casey..." the girl exclaimed, her voice surprisingly faint and echoed.
"What's your name? Are you lost?"
*Casey?* I questioned in my head. It was like I knew her, but no face came to mind as if it were a
Black PitchIru moaned, but didn't move.Black Pitch5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It hurt. Everything hurt. Places he didn't have names for hurt. It hurt to just lie there. It hurt to breathe. He exhaled, and whimpered. They held him down, and they bit him, and they cut him, and they-
No. He didn't want to remember that. He wanted to forget. He just wanted to sink away into a black oblivion, a soft inky darkness that would smother everything. This fear, this pain, this cold, but mostly the humiliation.
They laughed. Just laughed at him as they-
Eyes widening, he inched away from the doorway. Or, attempted to. But the slightest movement sent shivers down his spine and he stopped. The door creaked open and he froze, pressing himself to the ground as if he could blend in with the blood stained tiles.
Echoing smacking, continuing through the black pitch and bouncing, reverberating forever, like the rolling waves of the ocean. Tap -ap -ap -ap. Tap -ap -ap -ap. Closer, and closer.
Iru whimpered, and braced himself for the
Nano 2010 - p3"Help! Help!" He cried, turning back to the group. "There's someone here! There's a survivor!" Not checking to see if they were following, Danny rushed forward to the man. He was lying prone on the ground, a bandaged, bloodied hand curled about a pole as if it were a lifeline. The ringing Danny heard - and still heard - was a bell, tied to a wire on the pole. Carefully side-stepping the unconscious man, he grabbed at the pole, pulling it from the ground. It slipped from the man's weak grasp and Danny looked at the bell on top.Nano 2010 - p35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This thing is huge," he mumbled to himself, turning the bell about in his hands. But he did not notice the man, his opening eyes and panicked look. He only realized that he had awoken when a hand grasped his ankle. Danny grasped. Desperately, he kicked at him, screaming and yelling. The hold never loosened, though and soon he felt the wet blood from the maimed hand seeping into his pants legs.
"Let go!" He screamed, tossing the bell down to the ground. "Let go o