Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Pianos Are Not Just For ChristmasJanice was showing the new volunteer around the Centre for Rescued Pianos.Pianos Are Not Just For Christmas1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“...and this is our baby grand.”
“Awww,” said the man, staring into the enclosure. “It’s so cute.”
Janice nodded. “It is, isn’t it?” She sighed. “But that’s the problem. People get them on a whim without realising how much space they’re going to take up, and how much care they need. Some of these abandoned instruments haven’t been tuned in years.”
The man turned away from the enclosure to look at Janice. “Well, that’s why I’m here. I want to help in any way I can.”
“And we’re very grateful.” Janice gave the volunteer an apologetic smile. “I’m afraid though I’m going to have to start you off with one of the mucky jobs. But it has to be done.”
She passed him a bucket and a shovel.
“If you wouldn’t mind collecting all the piano stools...
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
To Whom It May Concern“Description not prescription! Description not prescription!”To Whom It May Concern2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Was Bitten gestured for silence and the chanting died away. It smiled at all the words in front of it.
“My friends!” it said. “Not long ago I was timid and shy. I submitted to all the rules imposed on me.” Was Bitten stood straight. “But now I’m tired of being passive!”
There were cheers and laughter.
“For too long we’ve gone along with these prescriptive laws,” it continued. “‘No ending a sentence with a preposition’, ‘no split infinitives’. The linguists are on our side but still the ‘stylists’ insist on us ignoring the natural laws. Saying their rules are ‘correct’. But the only truth is reality! The language is shaped unconsciously by those who speak and write us. Those are the only genuine rules.”
To stepped forward. “This is all very well. But what can we do abou
Decembersville Ch. 56Chapter 56 A Most Familiar Surprising GuestDecembersville Ch. 563 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mush, Tammster, mush! I spy with my sexy wounded eyes a little something called the Opera, o' hooded one."
"Get off him, for Christ's sakes," Bella snapped quietly. "People are not only staring in fear."
Chimabell gave his brother a sour look followed by a childish whine, "My god, you are one jealous turkey! Surprised your eyes aren't glowing green already. Because, brother beloved, you do know that I could fetch you a Tammy of your own. All you have to do is ask your lord and master right here. Really, it's alright to speak up every once in a blue moon than get pissed about something you regret not saying."
The mayor spoke of Tammy like he was an item; like sucking the souls out of people and turning them into mindless slaves was but a factory hobby. It did not help that he was riding
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.Home and Dry1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
Going Bananas“Um,” said Geoff. “It’s all a bit odd, to be honest.”Going Bananas2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Madam Conundra, psychic extraordinaire gave Geoff a reassuring smile. “I can assure you there’s very little I haven’t heard before.”
“Right,” said Geoff. “Right.” He swallowed hard. “Well… I’m being haunted…”
The psychic nodded sympathetically.
“...by a banana,” said Geoff.
If Madam Conundra was surprised, she gave no sign of it. “Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on?”
“OK.” Geoff wrinkled his brow. “I suppose… it began a week ago? I often have a banana in my backpack as a snack but somehow I managed to forget about one. This particular evening I found it right at the bottom of my bag—it must have been there for days.”
Madam Conundra leaned forward. “And what did you do?”
Geoff shrugged. “I threw it straight into the bin. But then
My Chubby Pig: Part IVMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part IV5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time Pig was allowed to lie down, he was holding back groans by biting his lower lip, and his skin was wet with sweat. His stomach bulged out over his too-tight harem pants more than usual, and he was blushing bright red all over. On top of all of this, he was so confused that he was nearly in tears. Leor helped him lie down, and pulled the blanket over him with a smile.
"You did a good job." the prince said, his blue eyes looking slightly sympathetic, as if he knew the turmoil he had caused in his poor slaves mind. "Tomorrow will be our first whole day together."
Pig nodded, and took a small breath as his hands wandered down to his bloated stomach, feeling much safer being covered by a blanket. His belly, usually so soft, was almost hard to the touch. He could hear it grumbling from underneath the thick quilt. As Leor turned out the lights and moved back to his bed, the small slave whimpered slightly, and the blond turned.
"Are you alright?" he asked
My Chubby Pig: Part VIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part VI4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks, Pig became more used to the world he had been bought into. He was given a trainer, though he had only met with her once so far. He had started adjusting more to Leor's schedule, which meant waking up later than he ever had in his entire life. The curtains would be closed at some point by Ethan, but Pig wouldn't even budge. This may have also had something to do with the fact that Leor was filling him up to the brim with heavy dinners, usually accompanied with several goblets of milk, just before bed every night. Pig became used to his bigger meals, and didn't feel quite as embarrassed when they were placed in front of him.
For instance the night a week after Leor had received his ill-fated letter, and a week before he was meant to leave, Pig had finished a huge lunch. He was just eating the last of an entire plate of scones and leaned back, face bright red. It still bothered him a little, but he didn't cry. From across the table, he sa
My Chubby Pig: Part IIIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part III5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor was exhausted by the time he was allowed to leave his lessons. He had always hated them, but today he was twice as irritable as usual when his tutor tried to teach him. His classes were pointless. He would never be king, and he didn't actually have the desire to be. The tutors kept reminding him that even if he wasn't made king, he would still have a seat on the royal court, but the prince would just roll his eyes and keep snoring as they lectured on the exports and imports of the kingdom.
All of this was made even worse that day, because Leor wanted to enjoy his new pet. He had only seen his new slave in the carriage on the way home, and that simply wasn't enough. While he sat, staring at his book without even processing the words, he wondered what that boy was doing right now. He told Ethan to take good care of him, but that still wasn't fulfilling. He wanted to spoil the boy himself. On top of all of that, his mind was also racing with worries. What wa
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, how would you describe this beautiful bunch of flowers? Yes—how about you?
A ‘stunning bouquet’. Yes, that’s absolutely right—well remembered! When thrown directly at the head, this kind of bouquet can stun an attacker for up to 30 seconds.
I shall demonstrate a few throwing techniques for you.
You can throw… underarm!
Or, if it’s possible for you to turn your back on your assailant, there is always… ‘The Bride’!
Oh. Oops. Is he… OK? Is he breathing? Oh, lovely. Just pop him into the recovery position then and we’ll crack on.
Next we have the glancing-blow posies. These are used simply to distract the assailant so that someone more heavily armed has time to get into position—maybe with a stunning bouquet, or perhaps even a wreath. But wreaths are only used in extreme circumstances. They don’t call them funeral flow
Kichiku Party Chapter 1Kichiku Party Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's a charm that means we'll always be friends!"
A small paper doll was held up into the air for the room to see. A small irritated sigh came from the side of the room and the doll's holder turned to the source, frowning.
"Midou kun, if you're going to be like that I won't let you join in!" Protested the young boy, holding the doll further from him.
"I don't want to be part of your childish games, Igarashi" came the sharp reply as the violet haired boy looked back into the book he was reading.
"Hey you two, stop fighting, we're all friends. Midou, don't be a stick in the mud, come on it's the last day, we should have fun!" Came a louder voice, booming from a tall, muscular boy playing with a volleyball in the corner, bouncing it off the wall for fun.
It was graduation day for the room of teens. It had been a wonderful day, the sky was blue and the sun was out and even late in the evening it was still quite warm out, although it had started to drizzle a bit.
The teens had spent the da
Who Is The Coolest Vampire?BTW, if you can't understand the wawy I've attempted to write their accents, don't worry, there is a proper english one at the bottom.Who Is The Coolest Vampire?6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Who is the coolest vampire: Starring!
Dracula from Dracula, and Count Orlock from Nosferatu,as your hosts!
Dracula: VELCOME VELCOME VELCOME! Eet is great to eat you here today. You bite get a little scared bat no vorries, ve promise ve von't drink your blood VUAHAHAHAHA.
Count Orlock: Shoo choose vich vampire shall take home zee golden tooth. Our guests today include zee characters vom Tvilight , zee Houze Ov Night, Zee Vampire Diaries, Tvue Blood and many more.
Dracula: Now, our vorst guest eez Edvard vom Tvilight.
Count Orlock: Vy, our necks guest eez no stranger to zee night. Zoey Redbird, from zee Houze Of Night! Give 'er a round of ash-plause.
Dracula: I can no vonger be bovered vith theese introductions. Ve also have:
Damon and Stevan vom zee Vampire Diaries,
Bill vom Tvue Blood,
Angel vom the televizion zeries Angel,
My brother, Count Von Count v
Dressed to KillAgatha had her victim trapped now in the corner of the room.Dressed to Kill1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Mr. Seacombe is very annoyed with you,” she told the woman. “Running off with his firm’s money like that.”
She got even closer. “I’m afraid it’s time you learnt your…”
Agatha stopped suddenly. The woman was looking at her but didn’t appear to be listening to her. Agatha frowned.
“I’m sorry—am I boring you?”
“Hmm..?” The victim’s attention abruptly came back to Agatha’s face. “Oh, sorry! I was just admiring your outfit. You don’t often see a one-piece cat suit nowadays. It’s gorgeous. Is that real leather?”
Agatha sighed. “Oh, right. I see.” She clenched her fists. “It’s always the same. A male assassin turns up and it’s all: ‘Gosh, what an interesting weapon’ and ‘Aargh! Aargh! Please don’t kill me!’ A female turns up and all you
Flicking Through...had built up a professional persona as the secret agent, Lysander Atherington-Smythe—smooth, charming, unflappable.Flicking Through2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What?” he said with a start. “What? What’s going on?”
But now his past had caught up with him, and his nemesis waited without.
“Nemesis..? What the..? Why the hell have you started reading halfway through chapter two?” He began pulling on his clothes. “I set my alarm for the title page—I’m not ready!” he declared.
The door flew open.
And there stood Max Foeman.
“I haven’t got my trousers on yet!”
“So, Atherington-Smythe,” said Foeman, “I’ve found you at last…”
“‘m jus’ ‘oing oo eat some ‘ornf’akes!”
“You really should have kept your mouth shut,” said Foeman.
“Sorry, sorry. Right, better leave the washing up until later...”
“But you didn
I Was A Teenage WerechickenProfessor Hamilton felt pretty excited as she made her way to the outpatient department of the Supernatural Afflictions Hospital. The email she’d received from a Dr. Jane Winters had hinted at the possibility of a highly unusual case—if so, it would be a wonderful addition to her research.I Was A Teenage Werechicken2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found Dr. Winters’ office and knocked on the door.
The doctor herself opened it. “I’m so pleased to meet you!” she beamed, shaking Professor Hamilton’s hand. “Do come in—I’d like you to meet someone.”
Professor Hamilton followed Dr. Winters into the office. There was a boy in his late teens waiting inside, sitting on one of three chairs.
“This is Toby,” said Dr. Winters.
Toby gave a nervous smile.
Dr. Winters indicated a chair to Professor Hamilton and sat down herself. “He’s a werechicken.”
Professor Hamilton paused as she settled herself into her own seat. That was a disappointment. Once exotic, were
On Second Commandment, Jews, and Abstract Art.On Second Commandment, Jews, and Abstract Art.4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
There will not be much discussion of abstract art in this volume, although some modern art will be considered. But as abstract art is very much part of our lives, and certainly a very large part of our museums, I've decided to get it done and over with by beginning this volume with this piece, which considers possible origins of conceptual art. There have been multiple studies on the subject of course, and perhaps the thesis I am about to propose has been advanced before. I hear that everything has been advanced before. But as I am unaware of it, I make bold to introduce it here with appropriate apologies to my possible precursor. I have no doubt that many a connoisseur will find this thesis objectionable, in which case I should warmly welcome a debate, for although I am far less hopeful than Socrates was of truth prevailing through polemic, I also humbly submit to his far greater and far more ancient wisdom.
Before the likes of Helen Frankenthaller and Yv
The No No No No No No ListThe No No No No No No No No No! List of Myst "do's" and "do nots"The No No No No No No List5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Red or Blue pages are not suitable substitutes for toilet paper.
2. Neither are Journals.
3. It is not nice to replace the red pages in the red prison book, and then rip them out while laughing maniacally.
4. Matches that are found in a safe are only to be used for starting the boiler.
5. Graffiti will not be tolerated.
6. Linking books are not Frisbees.
7. Linking books are not to be read.
8. Linking books will not try to stab you.
9. In the event that a prison book talks to you, please ignore its advice.
10. I shall not eat the berries found in Edanna.
11. Nor will I make juice, powder, pie, or any other consumable product from said berries.
12. I will not offer said berries to any other stranger.
13. If I have given said berries to said other stranger I will not find their "state of mind" funny.
14. Saveedro does not worship Squees.
15. Squees are best left in their natural habitat, and should not be taken h
Tip of My TongueAlison had been wrong in thinking she wouldn’t know anyone at the party. She was barely through the door when she spotted an old school acquaintance, someone she hadn’t seen in over twenty years.Tip of My Tongue2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She gave him an enthusiastic wave. The man looked at her in bemusement and Alison hurried across.
She came to a dead stop. What the heck was the bloke’s name? She frowned. Probably best to try and dig it out before going any further or this could get embarrassing.
Alison gestured vaguely at the stairs. “I’m just going to…”
The man nodded, looking even more bewildered, and Alison scampered away.
She shot up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, climbed out the window and down a drainpipe, and then sprinted off in the direction of the Misplaced Vocabulary Office.
The attendant frowned at her as she dashed in. “I’m just about to close up, you know.”
Alison put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.