Mechanical MalfunctionAs the midnight breeze fluttered his overcoat, he carefully checked all of his equipment. He clicked his night vision goggles on and sprang into action, jumping from the rooftop. He counted the floors as he fell, carefully aimed the grapple gun and shot. The steam engines made so much noise no one could hear him. He swung on the cable, kicking his way into the glass window, rolling in the floor and onto his feet. Success.Mechanical Malfunction1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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The door on the other side of the room opened with a mute click. Preferring action over thought for once, he ran. Pneumatic pistons on his boots clicked and clacked on every step, doubling the ground covered, increasing his speed. Grandstepping Boots, she called it. She never saw them working, he remembered. His determined grin covered by the gas mask, he kicked the guard hard and fast as soon as the door was opened. Muffling the guard's cry with his gloved hand, he stepped out. No lights. Steam engines cackling maniacally far away.
He opened the door slowly. A
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A laugh resounded in the warehouse, bouncing off the walls and various boxes stacked on the shelves found in that certain area. A boy with brown hair, upside down, red triangles tattooed on his cheeks, was doubled over with laughter from what his friend, a raven haired pale boy, had said.
"It's true, though," the raven murmured with a small smile as he hid a few chuckles behind his hand. "Tsunade has all these strict rules about our dress code, but she gets to wear those revealing outfits every day?" the teen shook his head. "The students can't have any eye-candy, but the teacher's sure can."
"Dude, Sasuke," the brunet addressed his friend. "Do me a favor and run for Student Elective," he snickered, fanning his face. "Do you know how good you'd be able to run the school?"
The other, Sasuke, raised a thin, black eyebrow at his friend. "Firstly, it's well, not good. Second, I can't stand those type of things. You know that, Kiba."
"See! Already correcting me an' shit,"
The day she stopped tryingShe stood in front of a clock store. When she was a kid, the constant tic tac of clocks felt comforting. She enjoyed watching clocks, be they mahogany pillars, small round ones hanging from the wall or cuckoos.The day she stopped trying1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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The grey sky vomited tiny drops of water, singing a sad song when they hit the black umbrella she had in one hand; the other hand rested inside her purse, squeezing something. She wore a dark brown overcoat, a pair of boots, denim pants and a shirt. Her perfectly applied make-up masked any imperfection that could have been born in the last two years. Her eyes, small from last night's crying, nervously scanned the deserted streets.
Suddenly, he was in front of her. Messy hair, stubble, jeans and T-shirt, exactly as she remembered him, every inch as handsome as before. Hands in his pockets. He had changed absolutely nothing.
"Hi.", he said as a half smile drew itself in his face.
"Hi.", she answered, more anxious than startled.
They just stood there for a while. She kept ho