Kaleidoscope 2019 (1) by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Kaleidoscope 2019 (1)
An Insomniac's Dream - 07:43
The convertible smoothly zipped down the lonely highway that hot summer day, the arid climate not housing much of any kind of vegetation in view, leaving a lot of rocky formations painting a long expanse of earthy hues.
Gale relaxed back in his seat, situated on the right side of the back seat of the vehicle. Letting the wind tease through his dark brown hair, he gazed momentarily at the moving landscape the further that Tyler drove the vehicle on. Once the convertible had been repaired and some downtime was enjoyed, they had resumed their travels. Nate had taken the front passenger’s seat for t
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“Stop evildoer!” cried Sharkman, as his amazing shark tail propelled him swiftly after the ne’er-do-well’s jet-ski.
“No thanks,” said the evildoer, doing an epic jump over a really big wave before skidding to a halt on the beach. “You can’t follow me on land.”
“Mhhhhhh hmmmmmph faaaaaah!” cried a voice(?) from nearby.
The villain turned. There stood a figure with the head of a shark and the body of a man. He struck a heroic pose, his face set in an expression of...well, it was a shark face so it wasn’t particularly expressive.
“What?
The unbelievable discovery that happened in 2357 would change the course of humanity and forever alter its destiny. In a secluded mountain range, located in a rundown old cabin was the infamous steel box containing Schrödinger’s once theoretically-hypothesized cat.
No one could believe that the box existed and hundreds of years later. Surely, any cat that might have been placed inside it would be long dead, nothing but skeletal remains to be seen by whomever decided to open the sealed box.
Curiosity got the better of the world and there were some sick remarks and memes about curiosity killing the cat, but in the end
Undercover Photographer by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Undercover Photographer
He’s a man on a mission, an army of one that vows to rid the city of the evil forces that keep its citizens living in fear. Through the alleyways at night, he searches for those that would prey upon the weak, stopping crimes before they can be committed.
Armed with only a single weapon, he braves the night and the demons that arise in its shadows, single-handedly thwarting their every attempt to take control of the living.
The weight he bears upon his conscience to do this, he would never let his friends know, as he has seen too many things that he fears would make them shy away from him if they knew his true identity. S
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Boris Johnson bounded up to the podium, grin splitting his face. He’d won. He’d actually won. Just went to show, a nice clean suit and a jolly good campaign and you could win the people over. Applause washed over him as he stepped up to the microphone, waving both hands over his head.
‘Good evening, Great Britain!’ His voice was amplified a thousand times, cutting through the applause. He beamed down at the hundreds of faces, and then beamed up at the cluster of cameras, through which thousands more people watched him on their televisions. He gave them all a huge thumbs-up. ‘We are
20:43 - 22:23 - 513 words (Slowest writing in the world)
Infect
“You go ahead, I don’t need to sleep.” Milton lied, fingernails digging into the palm of his hand until they drew blood.
Their ‘subject zero’, Ariadne was lying catatonic, and heavily restrained on the examination table. Logically there was nothing more that Qara could do. Only one of them needed to be there to keep watch, and after 32 hours on high alert he knew Qara needed the rest. But she still hesitated. Clever Qara, always alert, always suspicious, looking at him in that way she had - like she could see the inside of his skull and all the th
The One You Never Knew That Got Away by OneWithTheStars, literature
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The One You Never Knew That Got Away
It was drizzling lightly that Saturday afternoon you had convinced me to come to the college football game with you. Well, actually our mutual friend at the time had. The three of us sat huddled under the umbrella you held up chivalrously, or so I had interpreted the action at the time, while the game went on. Honestly, I was getting a little wet, some of the rain cascading onto my opposing shoulder from where you sat, our friend’s subtle efforts to be me to huddle closer to you proving in vain. The football game wasn’t why we had come here anyway.
She had asked you to come.
The peppy cheerleader that would be pe
Our Waters Run Deep by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Our Waters Run Deep
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dean’s voice reluctantly confessed after the uncomfortably long moment of silence that had remained between the two of us.
The man was an enigma wrapped up in further mystery, I had to confess. It had been obvious to me that he bore scars, far more than the ones that I could see, and his sharp tongue and sarcasm had been terribly good methods of erecting barriers around whatever he guarded so protectively.
The thorns cut deeply every time I found myself snagged on them, a helpless and stupid bird that kept flying too close out of curiosity. And yet, here I was again, trying t
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At a glance, the Human Fly wasn’t the most obvious choice of accomplice for a bank job. But X-Ray Ted wasn’t one to make decisions based on a mere glance. The Fly might not have the strength to heave a sack of gold bricks, or the mind-reading powers to get the guards’ security codes, he possessed one trait that no other supervillain had. Or wanted.
Super-corrosive bug vomit.
X-Ray Ted’s incredible X-ray vision had long ago revealed an odd quirk of this particular bank vault. The bulktanium mega-alloy of the door was capable of withstanding lasers, saws, and 99.9% of superhero eye beams, but for some reaso
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Bullies
She held the rock in her hand and practiced her right hook, pouring all her concentration into pummeling the opponent she pictured facing her beneath the rusting swing-set.
Her mouth still hurt from the last bloody lip she’d received, and the bruise across her ribs hadn’t yet faded, but every twinge of pain just made her more determined.
She was supposed to be the one beating other kids up. She was the one they were all supposed to fear, and she’d be damned if she let a bunch of little girls steal her reputation from her without a fight.
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Midnight Children
Jac
The old man stared at her for quite a while as she sat propped up by my shabby old box spring near the dumpster.
My beach cruiser had been quite the ride in her day, with her mat black finish, white flames, and cardinal pin striping. The old girl hadn't been quite the same since the move to Austin though. Between the weather and the humidity, she was quickly relegated to our patio. In sun and sleet, she stood sentinel in what passed for our yard, collecting dirt and grime year after year. After seven long years of scorching weather, she was consigned to rust, and once it came time to leave Austin for Colorado, there wasn't enough of her form
He found xir on the ground beside the trash bins.
The man was about to walk over to his car, but paused.
At first glance, xe looked merely like a pile of branches, heavily covered in leaves at one end. He noticed that some of these leaves were brown and curling at the tips. But the man saw a face amongst the leaves so he crouched and put his hand on xir shoulder. It felt dry and sharp.
When xe didn’t move, and he saw xe was breathing at least, he picked xir up from the curb and brought xir back to his house. Though xe was incredibly light, on the way to the front door he almost dropped his briefcase twice, and his suit became snagged
Lift Me Up (In Your Eyes) by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Lift Me Up (In Your Eyes)
Delia immediately froze in place as she felt the current of air pass through her dwelling, teasing through the fabric of her clothes to brush against her skin and throughout her hair. Eyes widening, she gasped out, feeling his presence suddenly there.
With her.
Turning around, she let her eyes fall upon the open doorway where Oliver stood, the dark armor he once bore under the weight of his sins purified to a pale blue and white, mirroring the sky and clouds he loved to soar among. The light in his eyes, it wouldn’t stop shining as he gazed upon her, the pure joy and lightheartedness she could feel radiating from within
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“Gnome-slave!” The White Witch clapped her hands.
“Yeah?”
The witch rolled her eyes. “Gnome-slave, I am the malevolent ruler of an enchanted land, and you are the trusted servant who sits at my right hand. When I summon you, it is a thing of great import. Do not simply say 'yeah' in response.”
“Sorry,” said the gnome, hurriedly. “I mean: 'Yeah, yer maj?'”
The witch rolled her eyes again. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do: on this day her minion's sloppy throneroom etiquette was the least of her concerns. “Gnome-slave, I have received
Flash Fiction Day, 22nd June 2016. My entries. by WindySilver, literature
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Flash Fiction Day, 22nd June 2016. My entries.
1st one. Time: 00:25
They never did the right thing. They died.
2nd one. Time: 09.27
"One knows it's their birthday," she said.
"From what?" I asked.
"From that someone wakes you up with a happy birthday message and just when you have ended the conversation with then someone else texts you the same," she gave a laugh. "True story, bro!"
3rd one. Time: 10.15
It was a dark night as usual. But she loved going out to the meadow to see the stars. She did so every night when there weren't clouds. And nothing ever happened to her there.
So I wrote to the interviewer. The answer, the next question, came soon:
What happened that night, the
Flash Fiction Day 2017 by Whim-N-Wonder, literature
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Flash Fiction Day 2017
There was a knock at the door. She was shaking, and the sound of knuckles on wood threw her back in her chair. She stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress, and inched her way to the knob. She opened it and peered out into the night.
He was beautiful and disgusting as usual, wearing a polished suit that could hardly hold the oozing tar of his body. His legs were crooked and broken, arms came out of his back, and a hand was pulling itself out of his face.
“Lovely evening, isn’t it Carol?”
She nodded and winced as she took his outstretched hand.
“Don’t do that, my sweet.
Kaleidoscope 2019 (2) by OneWithTheStars, literature
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Kaleidoscope 2019 (2)
The New Physician - 16:04
The train whistles cut through the air as the steam locomotive pulled into the tiny train station. The hissing of the release of steam soon followed as the train came to t halt on the track before the platform, crew moving in to usher its passengers off the passenger cart while the freight carts were intercepted by others, unpacking and hauling the contents onto the horse-drawn wagons for delivery.
One man in particular seemed to nonchalantly study the passengers getting off the train. His back to the wall of the train station, he leaned against its side, his cowboy hat drawn low over his face so as to ke
An Insomniac's Dream by OneWithTheStars, literature
Literature
An Insomniac's Dream
The convertible smoothly zipped down the lonely highway that hot summer day, the arid climate not housing much of any kind of vegetation in view, leaving a lot of rocky formations painting a long expanse of earthy hues.
Gale relaxed back in his seat, situated on the right side of the back seat of the vehicle. Letting the wind tease through his dark brown hair, he gazed momentarily at the moving landscape the further that Tyler drove the vehicle on. Once the convertible had been repaired and some downtime was enjoyed, they had resumed their travels. Nate had taken the front passenger’s seat for the time being, meaning that Ja
There was nothing romantic about drifting apart from the one you thought of as your other half, even if Hollywood portrayed it as such, that one person that had completed you in a way you had never understood until it had happened.
But I guess love can also grow apart.
Did that make it love then in the first place, or something else masquerading as love?
I tended to believe the latter option, otherwise, I would hold no hope I love for anyone then, that it was all a matter of luck. Incredible, unbelievable luck.
I knew that to be false, so I accepted the former option, that it had never been love.
As I stared at h
Flash Fiction Day 2019, June 15th: My entries by WindySilver, literature
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Flash Fiction Day 2019, June 15th: My entries
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10:26
"Hey. Hey! HEY! Are you listening?"
HEY! Are you listening? answered the echo.
"Damn. They aren't even hearing us anymore."
"Dude, that's the life of ghost nowadays. People have smartphones so they don't have to listen to us."
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10:43
"Wazzup?" I asked as I dropped by the park.
"Nothing new here, mate," told the kid in the wheelchair. "Are you going somewhere?"
"I'mma see the new Spider-Man movie 'n' I wanted to ask if ya wanted t' come wit' me," I told. "Mah treat and there's a good spot for the wheelchair too."
"Oh, I'd love that! Spider-Man is awesome!" the kid said, her eyes lighting up. "I'll text my Mom and tel
The Pain of Longing by OneWithTheStars, literature
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The Pain of Longing
Tygon lied back upon his lavish bed, but it might as well have been a bed of thorns, the angst in his veins keeping him from even a remote chance at relaxing. The entire day, he had performed his duties as dreamcrafter without flaw, the imperial court remarkably impressed with the extent of his refined powers.
A gift, it was truly a gift, more than one party had told him. It was a talent that he had refined and honed without second thought, considering it his duty to perform dreamscapes for audiences, whether high or low, and to further push his own abilities to traverse the ethereal realm. He had discovered so much in his most re
Flash Fiction Day, June 16th 2018. My Entries. by WindySilver, literature
Literature
Flash Fiction Day, June 16th 2018. My Entries.
1st story. Starting time: 8.49
"Ever thought that Mario is stupid?"
"No, why?"
"Because he is stupid."
Ending time: 8.50
2nd story. Starting time: 14.09
The time's up. Prepare to die.
Ending time: 14.10
3rd story. Starting time: 14.10
There was a day when I got lost in the woods, even though I never got lost there.
When I finally found my way back, my house had burned down.
Whatever force kept me safe from harm, I thank it.
Ending time: 14.11
4th story. Starting time: 14.27
The book of lords was a dangerous thing, a very dangerous thing. It is said that many who have tried to use it have disintegrated.
Yet I was here, a fool amon
J’kari sat in the end of the one tunnel that reached far away from the underground village that his parents and others had carved out over the past years, developing what they best could in the subterranean caverns, given the circumstances. Idly kicking at a pebble that was near the rock he found himself perched on, this was a place he liked to come to when he wished to be alone.
That was one of the problems now living underground; there was no privacy, not like before when allowed to be on the surface. But Di-Meihn and the Ar’Zhen had changed all that when they had invaded, destroying the surface world and slaughtering