Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Kelly When I was six, I was going through alot of stress. I was being bullied at school and, as you can expect, the school did hardly anything about it. Then back at home, my parents were always too busy with their own lives to play with me or really even talk to me. I felt very sad and alone during this period of my life. However, there was one person that helped me get through this time in my life. That person was my big sister, Kelly.Kelly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly and I weren't really sisters at all. In fact, she was just our neighbor's 16 year old daughter. She was blonde haired, loved the color pink, and was the best friend I could ever dream of having. I remember the day we met. I was on the swing set crying because everyone was too busy to pay attention to me. She came over to me and asked me why I was crying. I told her that nobody wanted to spend any of their time with me and then she offered to play with me. I agreed and we went to her house and played Monopoly, even th
BlueAs I watch the scene unfolding before my eyes, there is only one word that comes to mind.Blue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is pitiful to see someone, someone who you thought was so powerful she could crush the world in her hand, floundering helplessly about and drowning in her watery grave: a pool of deep, blue water that she had dug and flung herself inside.
I cannot feel her pain, of course. I cannot feel anything, for that matter. I can only feel the deepness of the dark blue. It is the sort of blue that makes your stomach churn and your heart race. It is the sort of blue that slowly sucks you in, and before you know it, you're falling --- crashing beneath the surface and being pulled by watery, ghost-like hands towards its depths. It is the sort of blue that I hate the most.
And I hate blue.
Imagine-6ws"What now?"Imagine-6ws4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tale of TwoHe is the one nobody sees.Tale of Two2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The boy in the corner of the room, the one who speaks only when spoken to, that constant, shadow-like presence that is noticed only by others when he's gone, and they wonder why they feel as though something is missing.
It is no wonder, then, that one of the things he seeks the most is recognition. This, and one, two, a few people he might be able to call "friends."
And who can blame such a person for making the choices he did?
"You'll be one of us."
This is the message they feed him, the words that he has longed for more than anything else, words he needs to hear with almost the same necessity as the need to breathe, or the need for nourishment.
But of course, it could never be as simple as this. Because, of course, no great gift is given without a single catch.
"Just do as we do. Forget what they told you was right. If you want to fit in, then you'll have to be like us."
The notion entices him in a way nothing else has -- give up a small fr
Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.Confession of Betrayal2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhaps the courage - to do so.
"And what made you change your mind?"
She blushed and glanced downwards, before continuing. "I-it... Honestly, I don't know. I was..." She mumbled incoherently to herself, and he patiently waited for her to speak up again.
"Every day, I plotted against you, even while I gave you fake smiles and claimed to be some
EmigrantSpoke English.Emigrant3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Always thought in Italian.
We imagineUnable to see daylight, we imagine.We imagine4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Power of Broccoli"Six foot..."The Power of Broccoli4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Musical ChairsThree women.Musical Chairs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WishHope.Wish2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though some might claim that it brings with it only a futile sense of expectation, few can deny that without it, many a despairing soul would have long ago lost their minds and their lives.
So, fueled by this same hope, and also instinct embedded in our very nature we will grasp for a thread of light when faced with naught but darkness, no matter how fragile that thread might seem to be. Even a tenuous connection to hope, after all, is far better than none at all.
For the desperate will cling to these threads, dreaming of a future filled with the joy that their lives lack, no matter how impossible that future might be.
And from that one action, they somehow gain the strength to carry on when otherwise they might have given up.
Let not, though,
The End of the Relationship"Not football again. Let's watch Twilight."The End of the Relationship4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Where's the Eiffel Tower?Ticket: Paris, FranceWhere's the Eiffel Tower?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Plane: Paris, Texas
Decree AbsoluteWe married.Decree Absolute2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HopeHope.Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the greatest allies you could have, and yet at the same time, also one of your greatest enemies. For what else could life your spirits in your time of greatest need, but also blind you to the truth, cause you to view the world through distorted lenses?
And when she deserts you, she'll leave you empty, because by that time, you won't be able to live without her. Despite what you might think, she isn't to be trusted; her whispers of a beautiful world that will come, if you only just wait, are nothing but delusions, lies.
But Hope, she is powerful, far more than any mere mortal like you or I, and even knowing all this, you will believe her. That is a fact, one that will never change. Because it is instinct to cling to any thread of light, and any creature will follow instinct, even if it knows that that thread is false, that what might be its saviour today will almost definitely lead to its downfall again eventually.
So keep trusting that beautiful little trickster, because t
Out For The CountCalm before math homework.Out For The Count3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jelous!America X Reader X CanadaJelous!America X Reader X Canada3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and America went to the world meeting together. You were a new country and you befriended America very easy. It was your first time going to the world meeting, of course you had meet many countries before, but not all of them. When you and America entered the meeting room, many countries were already there, England and France argued over something, Italy begged Germany to eat pasta after the meeting and Antonia teasing Romano. You just saw someone all alone by himself, you feel bad about him, none deserves to stay alone. When you turned around you saw that America went to England, and like usual England just wanted to hit him upside the head. You went to the lonely country and sat next to him.
"Hey there!" you said to him, making him jump in his chair.
"Y-You're talking to me?" he asked, a little shy, huh? He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He seemed familiar and then it hit you. This is Americas brother. You remembered that America said one time that he had a brother, but he
Theological Discussion"Is there a God?"Theological Discussion3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Handlebar"Luxuriant moustache, sir!"Handlebar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's 'madam', actually..."
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Lailah's Christmas listLailah's Christmas list3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lailah's old Christmas List
I found this letter while snooping in my mom's room. I wrote this when I was eight years old.
Dear Santa Claus,
My name is Lailah Diana Morales, but you probably already know that. I have decided to write to you things that I want for Christmas. These are things I know mom might not get me. I know you will since I am on your "Nice List". I am on your nice list right? I should be. I better. I know where the north pole is. I'd hate to have to put on my snow suit, fly to the north pole and feed you your own reindeer before shoving you onto thin ice. Don't test me Mr. Claus. I'll ruin Christmas.
Anyway, these are things I want, and shall get from you for Christmas.
Barbie Dream House- I will put it to good use and play with it often, I promise you. First I will paint the pink house black and white. I hate pink. I will say once I am bored with it, it will be burned in a small contained fire in my backyard.
A red bike- Mother won't