Singing Flames He sat staring into the singing flames. She sat down beside him, long black hair casually draped around her shoulders. They fell dangerously close to the licking flames as she bend over to look at his face. "You look familiar." She tucked her hair behind her ear, but it fell down again instantly.Singing Flames11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked up from the fire. She was wearing a short, black dress, blood-red lipstick and a pair of casual sandals. There was sand in-between her toes. He wanted to brush them clean.
"I'm sure I've met you before," she said. The flames were reflecting in her amber eyes.
He looked back into the flames. Leave me alone, he thought. He was rubbing his hands.
She wasn't. She was grabbing him by the cheek, turning his head towards hers. "It's not polite to look away when you are talking to someone."
"I'm not talking. You are."
She let his head go. His eyes went back t
blackout (FFM 3)At some point, I start to become aware of what's going on around me. Not all at once; it's a flash here, a voice there, a touch on my shoulder. But gradually, I'm waking up. I open my eyes, blinking at the bright light. I'm on a couch. There's a girl standing with her back to me, holding a cellphone. I know her, I think.blackout (FFM 3)11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All at once, I'm panicking, terrified. There was danger. I had to hide. No-one was supposed to find me. I fell. I couldn't get up. Why? How did I get here? She turns at the sound of my quickened breath.
"Sarah, you're awake! How are you feeling?"
I can't respond, I feel sick, I don't know what's happening. I'm hyperventilating.
"You must be freezing. I'll grab you another blanket."
She leaves. I doubt she even realised how awful I felt. Or maybe she didn't care. Confused, bewildered, I tried to remember.
* * *
It's dark, and I'm running, but I've never been very good at walking in high heeled shoes, so I stumble. A lot. I'm running, and it's dark a
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
behind, and to the righti.behind, and to the right10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were a series
of battles won--
of your strength
litter the kitchen bench,
something to hold on to
when the need's
wasting you away
twelve months sober
undone by one hour
the vodka bullet
dismantled a persona
in jagged pageturns,
like tomorrow was
already a memory,
and one day, tomorrow
you died on valentine's day;
symbolism gifted in the form
of a flowing red bouquet
and desperate hopelessness
at least, that's what
they didn't say,
once the war
Come With Me if You Want to Live“Are you Sally Connal?”Come With Me if You Want to Live2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do I know you?”
The musclebound gentleman stared through his sunglasses. “That is improbable.”
“Because you look kind of familiar. Aren’t you the Governor of somewhere?”
“This is not a productive area of discussion. Are you Sally Connal?”
To Sally’s surprise, the man slowly drew a large handgun from his coat pocket. To her even greater surprise, a motorcycle crashed through the café window next to her, knocking him through a similar window on the opposite side of the building. The rider of the motorcycle did a tight lap of the room, brought the vehicle to a dramatic halt and stretched out an arm.
“Come with me if you want to live!”
Sally glanced over at the first guy who had spoken to her. He was already standing, the glass under his feet crunching dramatically, as it would under the feet of an implacable bad guy in an action movie.
Sally set do
Space BlanketsPurple cloudsSpace Blankets2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
draped over crescent hips--
bashful twin moons.
Andrew SarchusAndrew Sarchus stood in the old woman's blood, struggling to keep his dark side in check. Grandma was dead. A normal wolf would eat her before her body started to cool, or another wolf arrived to compete for the carcass. Andrew was different. He couldn't help but wonder how he would look in her frock.Andrew Sarchus10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Giving in to his compulsion, he donned the flowing floral dress and twirled in front of the mirror. He felt more like himself than he'd ever felt before. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the feeling disappeared. Panicking, the wolf shoved Grandma's body into the closet and jumped into her bed.
A girl opened the front door and ventured into the cottage. “Grandma?” she called.
“I'm in bed,” said Andrew. “I'm afraid I'm a little under the weather.”
“Oh, there you are. Mother sent me to bring you some cake. My, what a deep voice you have. You must be ill.”
The wolf coughed nervously, covering his snout with a paw.
“And what gian
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power11 months 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
Don't Scream It's late. You're tired from a long day and decide to sleep; rest your mind. You change into something comfortable and slip into your bed. Of course, you don't check under the bed or in your closet. Monsters aren't real; they haven't been since you were younger.Don't Scream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes begin to close, slowly but surely, as you drift to sleep. Every internal guard you may have built around your mind is retracting; everything you want kept out is silently creeping in as well as anything you want kept in is gradually oozing out. Your wonders, fears, hopes, despairs, displayed. You're vulnerable. Subconsciously realizing this, you wrap yourself in the blanket, hoping for some kind of protection. It won't help though.
Your breathing continues at a steady pace, slightly faster than your breathing when awake. You shift in preparation of the long hours ahead. Silence.
Your mind, still slightly aware, registers the light tapping at the window as a branch blown by the wind. The qui
build yourself a palace. never leave.a string is tied around my neckbuild yourself a palace. never leave.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at least i know where i belong
pile up on the floor
i'll dust them off later
please do not sweep away the shards
they're my mind
singing like seagulls
out in the real world
i die every day
but we are rich kids and don't know pain.
post mortem.Some days,post mortem.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we grow old:
little love letters,
dated and sealed,
on the roadside,
with the fag-ends
and drifting crisp-packets
of the fast lane.
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free
diamonds, bones, and oak spirits(moussaieff)diamonds, bones, and oak spirits2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a petal,
i fall in spirals to the grounds of the garden,
leaving my sorrows on rosebuds
as i pass by --
hoping to see them crystallize,
hoping to see them grow,
hoping beyond hope that they will shed
tears of their own.
i've bent my bones
like stars reflecting off lake wobegon
or a dragon undergoing psychoanalysis,
so i dream a little dream
of your coffee shop around the corner --
about the silky espresso sunrises
melting my already fragile skeletalia
and transforming me into a career man.
here's the thing:
i don't like driving sports cars,
or trying to fit into limousines,
or drinking pricy champagne
at benefit dinners for people who don't exist;
i don't enjoy this new life
any more than i did the old.
i want more than anything
a good massage therapist
who knows her way around the lumbar,
who could maybe loosen up my
too-tight hold on reality for just
a moment, just long enough for me to
catch my breath and learn how to walk again.
A simple HeartHe remains bewildered before her calm eyes,A simple Heart2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sorry escaping his lips for the millionth time.
Yet with a shrug, she smiles and lets him know
it no longer mattered, he only tore a heart in two.
FFM 4: VillainyI read the note on the door twice to make sure I wasn’t missing a joke or something, and stormed into the apartment on numb legs.FFM 4: Villainy11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What the fuck is this?!” I stammered, holding up the paper in a clenched fist. Morton just peered over the top of his laptop. “Where’s Alma?” He shrugged. “There was a ransom note hung on our door!”
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “I thought I heard some rustling around this morning, but I figured it’d be better not to investigate too much, y’know?”
“What?!” I could feel my voice reaching a cracking point.
“What? If I’d checked, I would be just as fucked as her. Do we have enough to pay the ransom?”
I double-counted the zeroes. “Fuck no, we don’t!”
“Man. That sucks, I’m gonna miss her a lot.”
“Are you shitting me!” I couldn’t eve
Don't Tell Me"Don't tell me you love me," I hold her face in my hand as she speaks, her gaze locked with mine, "you're only saying that because you need me, and you think that will make me stay."Don't Tell Me9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't understand where she gets these ideas from. I'm quite certain I don't need anyone. I'm practically perfect all on my own, but on the off chance I'm missing something obvious, I take stock.
I can feel every muscle in my body, flexing and un-flexing each from my toes to my face and down my arms to my finger tips, careful not to move too radically for fear of startling her or breaking her face. I can feel the weight of her in my hand; she's pulling away from me emotionally, but there's no doubt she's moving into me physically, and that feels... wonderful.
"I never know what's going on with you," she's speaking again, and while I continue to self evaluate I still process her every word, "when you're not looking at me, it's like you're a million miles away, it's like you're fixated on everything but me,
Condiments are *always* useful.She gently brushed the dying spiders off of her jacket, then set the body on fire.Condiments are *always* useful.11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And that's 11." Agent L straightened up and took yet another look around the train car, exasperation with the situation showing in the extreme volume of her sigh.
"Arnichidaeans. What piece of shit is stupid enough to try and illegally import Arnichidaeans..?"
They were an alien race, possibly sapient but nobody cared to have them around and alive long enough to find out for sure, for they had numerous issues:
Armored pseudocrystalline hide.
Ability to eat almost anything.
High reproductive rates.
And so per the Tycho Treaty they were banned from Earth. Hell, they were banned from the entire galaxy. But their hides were worth a pretty penny for everything from alien art to effective body armor, so idiots would keep trying to ship them in to raise as incredibly irascible cattle.
Fortunately they had a..severe allergic reaction to powdered mustard seed,
Nightmares and AnchorsI jumped awake at the sound of his groggy shouting. He was sitting up in bed, the covers twisted around his arms and legs, breathing heavily. I sat up with him and gently wrapped an arm around his trembling shoulder. He jerked away at my touch, still wrapped in whatever dream world he'd been dragged into, but I kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Reilly slowly blinked, pushing away the last cloying tendrils of his nightmare and relaxed into my arm. He rolled over and rested his head against my chest, still trying to catch his breath.Nightmares and Anchors11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew how it worked now; he would listen to my breath and my heart beat until his slowed. I would whisper to him through the dark and tell him that everything would be alright. I would straighten the covers and wrap them over us and we would fall asleep in each other’s arms. Some nights we didn't perform the routine, some nights he slept through until the alarm beeped or someone knocked on the door. But some nights his past would come for him in his s
Blink.there's a futureBlink.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want
past I don't
want to let go,
and a present full
of distance intimacy
I hold closest,
because it runs
so deeply with their own.
and in the balance
of all of this
is where my story sits
Lingering LoveShe told her best friend about him,Lingering Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
said he's passionate and sweet,
she spoke about the happy glint in his eyes
each time he looked at her,
and his kissable red lips.
He promised never to hurt her,
to always stay true.
He fell head over heels in love
she sensed it in the way he speaks her name
The tenderness in his whispers
and the warmth of his embrace.
He was there every morning,
and a text came through each night.
He found a new home in her dreams,
and fended the ugly nightmares.
She felt his care deep inside her,
warm her to her very core.
It's been so long she almost forgot
just how sweet passion can be.
Though she had to admit,
in the silence of her days
she prayed for their story to stop
at this beautiful moment of confusion they live in,
before the phase of love and pain.
She wished for it to linger till sunrise
and maybe, just maybe,
she'd forget about him
and he'd leave in peace.
shallow by designshe's a bare distraction,shallow by design10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
echo falling from her lips
over and over in revolutions
that do little more
she's caught in a curtsey
that's half seduction,
and half a mannequin movement
poised just how you like her.
they carefully planned her
from blueprint bruises,
the puppeteers dripping vice
down her strings like virtue
in saccharine whispers;
a lewd command-cum-question
leaking slick into moments
that were supposed
to be dulcet.
and you can't help but pity
the porcelain fleshling,
for she's only