The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.The Secret22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i
Six Word Story: Hope"There's hope, you know."Six Word Story: Hope14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 1Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 115 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lone child wandered the empty roads of a town. A stuffed bear, made from rags clutched tightly in his arms. From a distance, this child appeared like any other. But when they’d turn their head two bull-like horns extended out from either side of his head. As one would get closer they would see the child has midnight black skin, and misshapen feet. He has six mouths, one where it’s supposed to be, then three on his chest and torso and two on his back. The ones on his body were curled into a seemingly permanent grin. He also had large, piercing red eyes with cat-like irises.
The child kept to the shadows, only his dimly g
Metamorphosis (Chapter 10)Metamorphosis (Chapter 10)13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The phone rang loudly. I groaned and rolled over on the couch. My head was pounding and I was so exhausted and I seriously didn’t want to get up to answer it. I hadn’t fully registered where I was or why I was there...then I felt the weights on my chest…the hair in my face…the sweat on my brow…and it all came back to me.
“I’m coming, damn it.” I growled. I stumbled off the couch and leaned against the counter, reaching for the phone, still ringing loudly. I grabbed it in my weak fingers and held it to my ear. “Hello?”
“Cheryl? I…I was expecting Chase to answer.&rdq
Don't Stop Me NowJohn Watson raced around the playground, yelling his head off with the other five year olds playing tag. He loved recess and getting out in the sunshine. It was the best part about school, though he liked learning too. As he rounded the basketball nets again, he saw little Sherlock Holmes sitting by himself in the grass. The pale boy was holding a small magnifying glass and studying something intently. John waved at the other kids and headed over to Sherlock, wondering what he was doing.Don't Stop Me Now19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Go away,” Sherlock said before John even opened his mouth. “I’m busy.”
“I don’t wanna go away,” John repli
Our Secret (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting), don't like don't read.Our Secret (Hetalia Omorashi)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't get too far ahead of me, Italy. I don't think anyone would believe me if you were kidnapped by Bigfoot." Germany said, as he followed the Italian down the trail.
"He's just a myth~!" Italy smiled. "It'd be more likely for a longana to get me where we're going."
"Longana?" Germany asked.
"Sí, it's like a faun. It is half-human, half-goat."
"Like that one Greek god, right? Pan?"
"Sí~!" Italy said. "Longanas live in coves or on cliffs in groups."
"And we're on our way to one of these cliffs, right?" Germany asked, unsure if the Italian had stopped paying a
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 3)Kate carefully exited her vehicle, carefully balancing the hot box of pizza on one hand while she grabbed her purse and keys with the other. After work she had managed to snag an extra large pizza for free after winning a bet with one of the other cooks, thereby winning a free pizza. The bet in question was on who could make the most sales, and Kate wasn't exactly a new girl in the restaurant business. Even with her time in the kitchen, Kate still managed to outsell every other waitress in the place- primarily due to her exceptionally wonderful mood. Although she still felt guilty about what she was planning in regards to Andrea, she hadAndrea's Roommate (Chapter 3)7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paper ThinPaper ThinPaper Thin22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pen pricked her tender flesh and she bled ink
The Grand Heist- America PathI was running down the halls of the east wing in a high-speed pursuit. On foot.The Grand Heist- America Path9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey!” a voice came from behind me. “Stop!” I looked behind me and one of the agents was hot on my tail.
I could barely made out the figure of the hit man. His straight blonde hair was shining in the moon light, combed neatly to the side, bobbing with every stride he took. But the strange curl never seemed to go down, like Felicia’s. He took off his mask. Quickly exchanging it for his glasses, letting me get a glimpse of his blue eyes.
He was gaining quickly. I had to lose him. I made sharp turns in an attempt to try to l
Random Meeting pt. Fifteen (HiddlestonxReader)You jumped as a knock came on the door.Random Meeting pt. Fifteen (HiddlestonxReader)17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“(Y/n), are you all right? You’ve been in there for a while…” Tom called softly.
“I’m fine… I’ll be out in a minute.” You called back, shutting the water off and wrapped a towel around yourself. You sat on the edge of the tub, holding your head in your hands and shut your eyes. You were confused about what had transpired between you and Tom before you’d gotten into the shower. You wanted to believe that he was truly interested in you but the fact that you were a nobody and he a star made your stomach knot up. You figured you weren’t goo
Not So AloneNot So AloneNot So Alone21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was the best way to describe this hellish place. He was alone here. It was a lonely forsaken place. Nothing sane lived here. Monsters, beasts, mind-numbing impossibilities, oh this place crawled with them.
Wilson stared into his meager campfire, listening to the sounds around him. Within the inky blackness distances didn't seem to matter. The snoring beefalo he knew to be only a stone's throw away sounded farther than the croaking frogs several clicks distant. That darkness was oppressive, dangerous, and Wilson had the very real sense that if he stepped out into it, the darkness itself would be the thing to take hi
A Kind Unkindness"That is a very cool wristband you're wearing."A Kind Unkindness20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She didn't look up from her book she was reading; not to me or to glance at the wristband I was complimenting on.
'Where'd you get it from?'
'I wish I knew.' She was morbid, alright.
'Was it a present?'
'Yea,My best friend gave it to me. ' Still no glance. Was she human? Even her voice was drained of any emotions.
'So, can you ask her where she got it from? I'd really appreciate that.'
'Why? Did you guys fight or something?' Not that it was any of my business but well, hey, it's me we're talking about.
'She's dead. She died 6 months ago in a car accident.' If
Soul Eater: Troubled Souls Chapter 1A New Day is Dawning: Different Sides of the Same CoinSoul Eater: Troubled Souls Chapter 119 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Month 1, Week 1, Day 1
Seven PM in Death City. The streets were quiet to the point a needle could be heard dropping. The moon had ceased its snickering, and the streetlights were on. A few stars dotted the black and purple night skies. This was a typical evening in Death City. Rarely, normal activity was conducted at these hours.
Rarely, however, being the keyword. Walking down one of the calm streets of Death City was an innocent family of three—a husband, wife, and young child, all whom were not at all perturbed by the disquietude lingering the streets of Death City.
Worth it's Weight in WordsLark grinned as he walked through the market place, one of his favorite spots to hang out, a brown leather satchel was hung over his shoulder, weighed down by something. His bright blond hair almost glowed in the sunlight as he walked. His dark green eyes scanned the booths to his right and left, hoping to find a new treasure or two to take home. The venders were of course trying to push their wares, a man in a turban was trying to convince an obvious tourist that his rainbow colored seashells brings luck to any who posses them. On Larks right he witnessed two women argue whether Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone was worth 6 apples, orWorth it's Weight in Words21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
my vertebrae crawl in timeI watch shadows dance along your piano, and I wish that the vertebrae of my spine were keys for every time you touch me my skin sings. My eyes watch the room shift to black and white. My ears listen to the lullabies that echo of the walls of my heart, and I wonder where you've gone.my vertebrae crawl in time1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Did I mention that I'm afraid of my own human nature? You could read my soul page by page, but I misread the colors in your eyes. And your lips caused an overload of ecstasy on mime, but only mine were smiling. The only time you smiled was when those damn keys whined under their master's touch. I prayed for glue and tape, so I could plaster that grin there. Becau
MeloxydrenamineMeloxydrenamine16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After forty-five minutes I am five milligrams closer to you. In two seconds I am halfway across the country, in your state, your town, in a room painted white against the indigo blue of your favorite shirt. Seven minutes of silence. Three minutes of hesitation. We sit across from each other, knees touching between our jeans like magnets. Poetry once wove our hearts together in the stars, but words are a bridge you burned down long ago. I have been excommunicated from you, but as our hands intertwine I am tempted by the contrary. Guard down, I allow your lips to steal every sentence I ever gave you. Human monster, god displeased, you are exact
Ship Wrecked TressesThere is a woman, rising from the sea. Salted sea grass lashes her face, crossing her cheeks with vivid coral marks and from the folds of her skirt come the children.Ship Wrecked Tresses3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, the children.
They extend alabaster fingers that clutch and writhe as they beg for supplement, love. Hollow cheeks shudder as cruel winds flow from their lips; the waves eddy beneath them, toss and turn and crash.
The woman, oh, the woman does not hear.
Indigo eyes flash triumphant as she skitters in to land; pebbles and grit make for a primitive runway beneath those crippled feet. Silt lines her shores, crusting in the heady rush of sudden sun.
And the children, they lie within beds of sand and cry.
They cry, for a woman with sea grass tresses and indigo eyes has borne them into arms without love. And it is this thing that she does not regret, that she does not mourn.
Because now, the woman has risen from the sea.
sucking air at the the smell of vodkaSef lay catty-cornered along the couch and floor fingering the empty slits in the remote control where the buttons should’ve been. TV static reflected off his sunglasses. Thane locked the door behind him and hovered by it uneasily.sucking air at the the smell of vodka11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are. You drunk.” He scanned the floor for the hallmarks: the razor, the mirror, the bags. It was only bottles. Bottles, magazines, little gray buttons of rubber, and batteries. A bottle of Absolut rocked between his thighs while breaths shifted his weight. It was as if he had fallen from the sky and someone propped the liquor there as an afterthought. When his legs slid to the floor, the bottle
Fordorsia vs TerroristsAfter an operation to take out a terrorist organization by Fordorsian Special Forces went wrong, another team was sent after them to find out what happened.Fordorsia vs Terrorists12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The team found the previous team in an undisclosed location, lying dead amongst dozens of dead enemies. Every member of the team was killed, but the way the bodies were laid out suggests that each man had resorted to using their knives after they had ran out of ammunition and barricaded themselves in a room.
"If you have found this knife, you most likely found it in someone’s chest, in which case, I am dead".
-Engraving on a dead Fordorsian's combat knife, found in someone's chest
Oh, Masochism!He Cried.Oh, Masochism!18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She Laughed Harder.
Vitreous“Guess what I did today.”Vitreous11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Iiiiii don’t care.”
“Guess though. Guess.” Sef’s presence hit him with a wash of peppermint noise and tobacco. Thane kept his eyes closed. It had been a long day? Week? He felt jagged, as if shards of glass replaced the tissues of his back.
“I’m sleeping. Go fuck something or-“
“Congratulations. Guess the other thing though.”
“I don’t-Hhhhhhnn.” He rolled over as the magnitude of the scent increased. Sef’s heat loomed.
“So. A thing happened and they are just, y’know, screaming their eyes out, yeah?