darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
Bubblegum v Flossy Part IISensation was slowly returning to her limbs, but considering the situation she was in now, Bubblegum didn't take that to be a good sign. She was out of the dolly, and into the chair. And while bungee cords no longer bound her, she saw her trans-dimensional sister shared more than looks with her. Flossy had stretched her torso into a slender, thin fillament that resembled dental floss and encircled her and the chair from clavicles to ankles. Tensing against the stuff did nothing; it had a steely strength that resisted her with ease. So, Claire lay quietly if not exactly calm, there was an element of dread to the entire proceedings and tried to control her heart and breathing.Bubblegum v Flossy Part II6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seeing a distorted torso was no shock Claire could match Flossy in length easily, and possibly even strength, if not thinness. The act came to most of her friends at the Reach as easily as breathing.
But growing multiple limbs and heads was beyond a great number of them.Ess had tried to explain
A Trunk's SecretLindeena Flain was checking in the attic of her house; once she finished cleaning up the attic in the span of several minutes, she found what appeared to be a strange trunk. It was shaking in place as it awaited eagerly to be opened. She tilted her head in bemusement, thinking to herself.A Trunk's Secret8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How long has this thing been in here? I don't remember this at all."
With a shrug, Lindeena went over to the chest, pulling out the hatch and opening it up. To her utter disappointment, nothing was inside the box. She was sure it must've been something of a prank. What she didn't expect, however, that a little draft blew through the room. Lindeena looked about momentarily.
"I-is someone there?" Said Lindeena, looking around. "Huh...must've been my imagi-" An odd feeling washed over Lindeena momentarily, accompanied by a gurgling in her ballooned-up belly. Gasping in horror, Lindeena tried to push back what she believed to be her tummy growing. To her surprise, her belly didn't seem to swell up
Island Days 23: A Disease of the CleverMore driving, and night again.Island Days 23: A Disease of the Clever1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Soft evening rain ticked against the windshield like tapping fingers. The headlights poked the darkness, almost tentatively. Alana Longstone -- whole again, driving again -- flicked a glance beside her. Her passenger did not seem to be asleep, though, like the snake whose eyes and tongue she shared, she did not appear to blink or close her eyes, so who could tell?
A louder ticking echoed in the car as she flicked on the turn signal. Going left, towards a sign that said in lights against the black: Gas – Food – Lodging. The woman’s eyes slid to her, and she asked: “Why are we ssstopping?” The faint sibilance of the S in her speech was present as ever.
“I have to pee,” Alana said, a little sharply. She was tired and peevish. And again she envied the elastically gifted, as she felt the fierce ache between her shoulder blades. She needed to stretch -- but not in the way she truly wanted to.
Island Days 22: NatureLiesl von Ausdendehnungstahl sighed deeply. Her arms were beginning to cramp as she hung from, and without the extra leverage her Gift usually gave her through lengthened limbs, this whole exercise was once again tiring. Her legs weren’t much better, locked in a scissors around the neck of another unfortunate, unconscious guard who’d been stupid enough to be out patrolling instead of displaying the level of incompetence and laziness that makes an escape attempt that much easier.Island Days 22: Nature1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They’d divested themselves of the damn collars – but that hadn’t returned their Gifts. Either they were merely cosmetic, attempting to affect the Gift psychologically – a neat ploy, if true – or there was another component they were missing.
To complete this much greater than a trifecta of Worse, the guard was a big man, and without that Gifted leverage, it really didn’t take long for that dead weight settling to make your muscles burn even
Dreams and Memories. The house was filled with a familiar smell, one that young Emmeline hadn’t smelt in a long while; the warm, chocolate smell of her mother’s cookies. Emmeline, who was sitting on her bed playing with her toys like any other 6 year old girl, raised her head up and took in a big whiff of the sweet smell! She jumped off the bed and sped out of her room, glancing back and forth in the hallway for her mother, Rachelle Lapierre. The young girl with the silver hair began slowing her pace, as her excited face changed from joy to worry. As her run became slow steps, she began to call out “Mum! A-are you here?” Young Emmeline turned the corner, now reaching the kitchen, and saw on the table a plate with her mother’s cookies. Cautiously, Emmeline walked toward the table and stared, seeing now a note in front of the plate. It read “Emmy, a very important matter came up. There’s something wrong, and I needed help to fix it. I’ll be back sDreams and Memories.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Island Days 20: St Crispin's DayEasy, Carstairs told himself. This isn’t the first time you’ve talked to a bunch of fellow soldiers. Even female ones with powers beyond those of mortal men.Island Days 20: St Crispin's Day2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But what he had possessed on those other occasions was a sense of familiarity. This was in an alternate dimension, with a decidedly matriarchal sensibility. Luise and Gerthe had both assured him that, as Freifrauen, these ladies would be less inclined to dismiss his presence and ideas out of hand than most. Apparently men were not unknown in the Freifrauenland military, and could be promoted on merit – even to positions of some authority.
But he couldn’t help wondering what they thought of him. The men in their military were, not to put too fine a point on it, their men. Who – it felt so odd to be thinking this; in some ways it was quite uncomfortable -- knew their place. Men and women got along fine here – but it was all within
Late Editorial PT-5 The DeadlineRupert had a thought, between naps, that his fellow journalists hadn’t shown up in some time. He didn’t mind, he supposed, because it meant less getting shit duty. But at the same time it was very slightly worrying. He hated the blond chick, hoped she’d get shot into space. But the kid was some kinda walking world ending mega bomb so if he fell into the wrong hands then that was bad.Late Editorial PT-5 The Deadline2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He decided to bring it up to Alexander and get his expert opinion on the matter, he was better at caring about people than him at any rate. He found Alexander in his office, as per usual, holding a coffee cup in his oversized hand. He grumbled something to himself about nothing being quite his size when Rupert spoke up.
“Hey, the kid and the rubber-band ain’t checked in today, at all. Like not even a message or anything,” Rupert said casually, slouching into the chair across from Alexander. The large man in the other chair looked horrified, wow he was good at worrying.
Late Editorial PT1- Stalking Sally“ It’s not official, but the Hyper-Real, or HR, has a tendency to force people together for no apparent reason, I realise it sounds like I’m saying the universe is alive, but I insist it is. I am telling you the universe is alive and it has plans for all of us.”- Excerpt from Alexander T. Great’s book “A Guide To Hyper Reality (1992)” The book remains unpublished due to interference from T.H.E.M. who claim the book contains “Inaccurate Information” and “Dangerous Meta-Text”.Late Editorial PT1- Stalking Sally2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sally was entirely certain she was being followed, it wasn’t a minor sort of suspicion anymore. In the movies the main character always seems to spot a mysterious person skulking after them through crowded streets, picking out their pursuer through seemingly omniscient means. Sally didn’t exactly have to try hard to catch out the person following her, he was criminally obvious.
Just behind her, literally three feet behin
The News Team is born (July 1)July 3rdThe News Team is born (July 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alexander T. Great is not a conventional man for several reasons, the foremost of which being that he’s a journalist and there’s something about being a clone of Alexander the Great. But when you get right down to it wanting to be a journalist is much stranger than being a clone of a historic figure. See a lot of people wind up becoming journalists because it’s the only thing you can do until you pen your first great novel, or it’s the only way you can look through windows with a high powered camera and not be arrested.
But as soon as Alexander was hatched from his tube, sloughing plasma and life support cables off himself like greedy remora, he knew he wanted to be a journalist. He’d been fed a diet of world history and a fascist regime implanted by his creator in hopes that he would bow down and serve as the figure head for the conquering of some small island nation, allowing the scientist access to blah. Blah blah, yackety sax you get it.
Island Days 16: Forging AlliancesIsland Days 16: Forging Alliances3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A soft humming.
“Bloody hell,” the voice said, quietly. “Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell…”
“Are you all right, Gav?” Carstairs’s voice at his ear, Carstair’s hand on his shoulder.
A…loop of something gently encircling his chest and holding him upright. Sparks danced behind his eyes, bright like fireworks; the lids ached from being squeezed closed. He wouldn’t -- daren’t -- open them. Not until he got a signal everything was normal again.
Sparks behind his eyes, waves sloshing in his belly. Skin tingling. “You utter bastard Barry. Think I’m going to puke...”
“It’ll pass, Gav. Open your eyes. With what you’d seen by now, I would’ve thought you’d be prepared for this.”
“Balls. All I’m going to see are white padded walls, and a helpf
Whispers in the Dark chapter 5"Ilana Why?" he says coming to stand by Aya who is ignoring her damage and looking directly at Ilana. "You would never_"Whispers in the Dark chapter 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I would never hurt anything?" Ilana says and laughs. "Death changes things Razer"
"I blame you Razer! I hate you. It is your fault. You said you would come back for me but you did not."
"It is not Razer's fault." Aya says now standing in front of Razer. "There is no possible way that he could have arrived in time."
"Razer became a Red lantern because he lost you. He has done nothing but be consumed by the guilt he feels from your death. But it is not his fault."
"It is his fault. He should have found a way." Ilana says angrily.
"There is no way he would have know." Aya says.
"You are a Robot you can't understand anything of how it feels!"
"No I can not understand. But I understand how it feels to love him! I do not wish for him to die. I want him to live and I want him to be happy even if that happiness does not include me." Aya says.
"You both shall die!" I
Whispers In The Dark: Chapter 3"Aya! Where are you!" Hal yells into his ring.Whispers In The Dark: Chapter 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I am currently going after Razer." Aya said as she flew through space tracking his signal.
"Why what did that Poozer do to you!" Kilowag's voice came in.
"I apologize Green Lanterns but Razer has told me before that it is personal." Aya said thinking of the time when she saw his past.
"Aya get back here we will go after him together." Hal says.
"So we can personally punch his face in for whatever that Poozer has gone and done this time!" Kilowag yells.
"I am tracking his signal and there is a 75.2% chance that if I go back for you I will lose it. I am perfectly capable of retrieving Razer myself." Aya said before cutting the connection leaving Hal and Kilowag to yell for her to give them her position without being heard. Aya continued to track his signal that she hoped would lead her to a still living Razer.
Sacrifice Chapter 6: Hal Jordan Saves the day!A Giant Red Serpent slithered quickly to them blasting dirt into the air as he slide against the ground.Sacrifice Chapter 6: Hal Jordan Saves the day!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was huge obviously he had eaten more than enough travelers and villagers but didn't stop. Razer observed it further as it came to ensure their deaths it was like a red dragon that had its feet taken away from it with spikes coming out of its head and red bloodthirsty eyes.
It came closer and closer.
Razer looked at Aya one last time. Her eyes were closed and she was still squeezing his hand. Then a green light came from behind him. Razer turned to see Hal Jordan Standing there and the Serpent slamming to its side.
"Aya, Open your eyes" Razer spoke softly relieved they were almost saved.
Aya opened them slowly and looked at Razer and than around him.
"Green Lantern Hal Jordan." Aya said with a hint of relief in her voice.
"Miss me?" Hal said and ran over to cut them out of the chains.
Razer and Aya were freed but not out of danger yet.
"Hey why are you two holding hands?" Hal aske
Sacrfice Chapter 4 Serpents"Kilowag! I found the material Aya wanted!" Hal said while holding the detector high in the air and celebrating.Sacrfice Chapter 4 Serpents3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Great Jordan now we just have to go get the kids and the materials back to the interceptor." Kilowag sighed knowing he'd be the one carrying the giant hunk of rock.
Then as Hal turns to pry the Rock out of the Wall one of the villagers comes from as grabs him around his shoulders. Hal immediately slams him against the wall of the cave than pins him there with his arm.
Kilowag turns to look at Hal as he leaves his already knocked out villager on the floor.
"Care to explain why you attacked us?" Hal asks.
"We were suppose to keep you from going back to the village to retrieve your fellow travelers! Now let me go!" The villager screams.
"What are they going to do to them?" Hal asked him as he pins him harder against the wall
"Our village uses young travelers as sacrifice for the giant serpent that attacks our village so we don't get eaten!" The villager squeals
"Thanks" Hal sa
Sacrifice Chapter 2: A Strange World"See Razer! It isn't as bad as you thought" Hal remarked as soon as they stepped off the interceptor onto the planet.Sacrifice Chapter 2: A Strange World3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Humph" was all Razer had as a response as he crossed his arms and walked further ahead to where Aya was as Kilowag and Hal lagged behind.
They had landed on a planet with everything on the planet. Plants, landscape, and otherwise were either extremely large or incredibly small. So they either stepped on a small tree or ran into the largest bush like plant ever seen in existence.
"I have found the location of the materials we will need" Aya started as she held her device out in the direction. "The materials also seem to be near a large quantity of life forms"
"A village?" Razer asked as he started to walk with her.
"Possibly" Aya nodded.
They reached the village quickly with Razer and Aya still far ahead of their companions.
They were greeted quickly by life forms with huge eyes, purple skin, short legs, and long arms. These inhabitants also happened to range in size li
Gum Belle: EpilogueWhen she awoke, she feared that it had all been a dream, that she was back in the vat, floating in empty shapelessnessGum Belle: Epilogue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only she saw no acid-eaten steel catwalk, but a pristine ceiling of white tiles, with a glaring electric bulb in the center. Where was she?
She heard movement and voices, muffled and unclear, as through deep water. Embarrassment flooded her, and her gum-vision rippled in agitation. How many people were here? Had they been watching her? She was naked.
With the desperate speed of a girl who wakes up in a stranger's bed after a wild party, she pulled together a body, clothes, colors, her flesh stiff and sore, the way she used to feel after sleeping too long. How long had she been out?
It seemed to take hours, but she finally congealed into a fetal position, fresh eyes squeezed shut in desperation, new ears burning.
A boyish whistle, all too sharp and all to near. "That was keen, Da!"
Ricketts? She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. Oh, God. Who
The Elarae Tales, Vol. 1"And you're sure this will work?" Elarae asked with concern. She sat on her knees atop an assortment of pillows and cushions on the floor. Before her was a small table with the hands of one magical acquaintance of Elarae's. Elarae looked forward at the dark green locks of the maiden waving her hands in front of her, sitting parallel to her in the same position.The Elarae Tales, Vol. 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of course it'll work. Don't you trust me, Elarae darling?" the beautiful witch responded. Odia was a relative newcomer to Athon City, but she rightfully held her place there. She had once saved an entire nation from a rampaging minotaur army with minimal effort on her part. Not that it wasn't worthy enough of a cause. She just didn't find it much of a challenge. She specialized in defensive spells, placing barriers, and fortification and enhancement spells. In the field of sanctifying ground and strengthening walls, no one else in her home nation even came close. It was because of her fortification finesse that she was enlisted
Island Days 12: The Apple"Last call, ladies and gentlemen! Last call!"Island Days 12: The Apple3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The accent was British, and if not quite polished to the tones of the most extreme upper-class, it was certainly no Cockney or Birmingham accent - - the speaker had clearly been to the right schools. A few of the women in the Nouveau Reach raised their eyebrows; in more extreme cases heads bobbed on the ends of extended necks in surprise.
Or perhaps not surprise, perhaps more shock and resignation. It had now been at least a couple of hours since Amorpha had departed, and the events leading up to that had, as emotion and stress will sometimes do, led to more drinking. Many of the Nouveau Reach's patrons were now fairly numb if not comfortably so, enough to convince themselves that they were.
"Are you sure that's your job, Alana?" Claire Huffnagel, elastic candy heiress and occasionally rubbery spokeswoman for her parents' company under the work name Bubblegum, asked. "This is Elena's place, afte
Lora Jett becomes a companion cubeLora Jett becomes a companion cube3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One unpleasantly rainy day, Lora Jett had received an anonymous phone call. The female, almost automated-sounding voice had asked Ms. Jett to investigate a place called Aperture Laboratories.
The red-suited elastic heroine pulled into a seemingly abandoned parking lot in a rented sedan and entered the facility through a small door.
Soon Lora's investigation led her to a cylindrical room about 9 feet in diameter, lined with monitors on its walls and a glass tube in the center. What struck her suspicious was the bluish-green field covering the room's only entrance. She tried placing her hand into it, but nothing happened.
As soon as Ms. Jett entered the room, the screens turned on showing promotional videos of sorts and a male computerized voice came on through a loudspeaker.
"Hello, and welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment center. If you are a non-employee who has discovered this facility among the ruins of civilization, remember: Testing is the futur
Driving ConditionsIt was raining in the City of Lights, on a day that should have been sunny and happy.Driving Conditions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the Boulevard du Montparnasse, water drenched the streets and sluiced down the gutters, carrying before it the detritus, dreams, good cheer and hopes of those that had come out today.
Héléne-Thérese Gonflable, the (literally) inflatable representative of a small tire sales firm, shook her curly-haired head, shivered, and wished she'd at least brought her working uniform, if not a rain-slicker and a parapluie. She walked with her head bent, ignoring the world, curled and dry and contemplative within herself.
Frantic honking, and a car a Citroen -- pulled up beside her at the curb, the tires hydroplaning and the water spraying forth as a liquid wall. Despite the cold, despite the damp, and her already-wet skin, Hélene-Therese still felt the new drenching, penetrating through to the safe, warm, core inside herself, and she shuddered. Kept walking.
Intruder - For Almond077One great advantage of being like this, Daria often considered, is you can mark in the tub…and not worry about getting any of your papers wet!Intruder - For Almond0771 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Speaking of papers, this particular student – who would remain nameless – got credit for showing the work, but still had some ways to go before figuring the puzzle of math. Almost reluctantly, the hand at the end of her elongated arm, at the easel propped against her bathroom sink, drew a bright red X against the last answer. Her other hand flipped the workbook face down to join the growing stack next to said easel, then snaked up without even pausing, pulled the next one down from the stack just above that, and..
Hold up, Daria told herself. Now she stretched her neck. Not far; her hair was wet and dripping, and the entire point of her setup was to prevent that mucking up her work, wasn’t it? She noted the name and flipped the cover open, took in the first question at a glance
Laurel Dunes Pt2: Morning RoutineLaurel Dunes Pt2: Morning Routine1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Louis sleeps and he sleeps to dream. He dreams of cessation, he dreams of himself and he dreams of a distinct crackling sound. The crisp slap of burning wood assails him as he sits amidst nothing. The sky is an endless nothing of white as is the rest of this place, all around him exists blankness with no promise of end or being. Simply him and the little fire he sits beside. The film is minuscule waning with every passing moment. The flame bats about like a dead rat in the paws of a cat.
He feels sympathy for some reason, some indescribable part of him wants to keep the fire going but he has no way to do so. The fire begs him for sustenance and he feels pity that he can’t supply it. Pity that he can’t keep this little spark going. Shame that he has nothing to offer. Worry of what will happen to him if the fire goes out. This is a dream but dreams run on a logic all their own, worrying about a flame is a sane thing to do. He searches the white expanse and finds nothing to bu