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Bang the DoldrumsWe were the reigning monarchs of summer.

There was a wide open area behind my house, and I was only allowed out of the house for thirty minutes at thirteen years old.

So I ran out, ran up the hill and climbed up our throne of an oak tree, waiting for him.

Same time every day, same routine. His house was on the opposite side of the hill, and it was never too long before he came out after me.

I'd drop out of the tree, slamming a hug into him like it'd been months and months since I'd last seen him, not twenty-four hours.

He'd just absorb the hug and not give anything back, like the leech he was, but he'd smile at me. He wanted to have a siBang the Doldrums9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Reason Anna LeftNo one knew she had wings.The Reason Anna Left19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

the art of leaving you.you dwell in the space between two breaths.
you inhale and exhale,
and then you leave.
but i've been taking notes, and someday i will leave everything,
just like you.
you say i will only ever dream of burning it down,
after all, i never took that last step that night.
i want to hate you for that,
for being right. but i'm too sad.
its become a hot air balloon inflating in my chest, expanding
until there's no room to feel anything else
not even for you.
and you are a loaded gun,
or a starting line, set to take off like a jet trying to outrun my storm.
i am an empty stomach,
hungry for anyone that will fix my broken.
i should know by now we all have to save ourselves.
i've finally figured you out.
you're just like me, too weak to save yourself.
too proud to admit it.
thats why you're always leaving,
always entering just to exit.
because every footstep echoing away from us,
all the empty subways and faraway towns
are just a rehearsal for the day you leave us with a gun in your mthe art of leaving you.22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Karaoke Night -Intro (Hetalia x Reader)~You are Invited to a Karaoke Night!~
You knew you were going to get that invitation soon enough. Ever since Feliciano had heard you sing... He wanted the whole world to know how amazing you were.

-Le Awesome Flashback-
You had just finished singing. "That was amazing _____!" Feli squealed. "Everyone just-a HAS to know about your amazing singing!" "I don't know Feli." you honestly didn't think you were that good. he gave you his puppy dog eyes. How could you say no when you were invited?Karaoke Night -Intro (Hetalia x Reader)1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Celtic Warrior By Michael The Celtic Warrior
By Michael Watson

The door to their prison cell opened, the chamber flooding with light, forcing Sophie, Gwen and Andy to squint and shield their eyes. A tall shadow warrior clad in black armor stood in the doorway, sword in hand. “The Dark goddess wishes to see Andy.” Andy hesitated, what could she possibly want with him? The dark warrior strode forward, his metal boots making heavy, metallic, echoing sounds in the dark recesses of the prison cell. He reached down and dragged Andy by the neck and tossed him into the hall, slamming the door shut behind him. Andy was escorted through the dungeon’s halls aThe Celtic Warrior By Michael 3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

WaterlilyWater is life,
Fire is death,
White spokes of a watery crown,
Green pad of the frog and toad,
Beauty in its simplicity,
That is the waterlily.Waterlily3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Un Cuento que fue Real– ¿Sigues con la música?

– Así es. Ya sabes, hasta el final.

– Hasta el final de los tiempos...

– Ya ves, amante caprichosa. Toma casi todo pensamiento de mi.

– Y cada momento.

– Sí. Pero no notas que sea desperdiciado. Es algo que merece la pena.

– Los músicos sois magos del tiempo, ahí contando cada compás como un conjunto, cada golpe de ritmo como un segundo rápido o incluso lento. No podría con ello.

– ¿Por qué? Es todo acostumbrarse, ya sabes, practicar un poco cada día y...

– No es eso, es porUn Cuento que fue Real6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

BeatlessThe beatless heart of life

absent.Beatless8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

I Knew You'd Come Back For MeThere was only a slight ring in Tyren’s ears as he staggered to his feet. The blast of explosive energy had missed by a good twenty yards and he was thankful that the enemies’ ship cannons were launching their ammunition at random and not really picking and choosing targets.

The battle for Claw Island was waging full force and the undead abominations were still swarming in from the sea. These undead zombie soldiers or Risen as people liked to call them, were corpses animated by the ice dragon’s power and posed a great threat to all the citizens of Lion’s Arch. If they weren’t stopped here they would overrun the I Knew You'd Come Back For Me13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

AbsentEven the rainbows
Are absent
Today.Absent15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Rainbow weatherSunny, windy
Surprise sun shower.

Winning.Rainbow weather17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

AbsentAbsent mind? Yes.

Absent heart? No.Absent17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Main streetHipsters,
Homeless,
Copy-pasted
High-rollers.Main street17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

How Will It End?1. When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
"Three Days eh?" Jem asked, his voice still coming out weak.
"I told you we'd do it," I chuckled, "It's not even like the gunners had a chance."
The makeshift hospital was full of men who if asked, would call themselves the victors. Beyond the fabric walls the fires and rubble decorated what was once downtown Boise. Walking over to look out at what our 'victory' looked like... I couldn't share their view.
2. My father's family name being Pirrip, my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
Great Expectations by Charles Dickins
Holding the glass by theHow Will It End?18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

My Flower It is tempting, when walking past a field and seeing a beautiful flower, to pick that flower and take it with you, put it in water, and adore it for as long as you can. To do this, however, is cruel, for in picking the flower, you have killed it. You have taken the flower from its safe place, and selfishly brought it with you to fawn over, and in doing so have destroyed the beauty you so desperately sought to protect.
When you see a beautiful flower, growing out between the concrete cracks or amidst blades of grass in an expansive field, don't you dare walk past it without taking a moment to sit, to revel in its beauty, to enjoy the company of busy bees as they buzz harmlessly hither and yon, to soak up the sweeping colors and tones in the petals and pistils, and to smile at the miracle you are watching.
But having done so, you must, however hard it may seem to be, pull yourself away from the flower, leaving it exactly as beautiful My Flower18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Don't Starve: Wilson's LamentA mortified, disheveled Wilson P. Higgsbury burst through the berry bushes, in a clearing in the forest glen. His hair and clothes were sprinkled with twigs and leaves, and his fine suit was torn where his body had been scratched, but still, at least he was alive. As Wilson stood there, gasping for breath, he listened as the sound of the roaring Hounds faded out into a mixture of angry Tallbirds chirping by the rock fields, pecking away at the beasts’ furry hides. They probably found a defenseless egg more appetizing and easier to catch than human scientist armed with an axe. With a sigh of both relief and exhaustion, Wilson trudged to Don't Starve: Wilson's Lament23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Laugh-A Hong KongxIceland DrabbleKaoru doesn’t like it when Emil cries.

The tears are so rare and scarce, yet they still bother him. Droplets of water sliding down Emil cheeks, curving at his chin. His skin is so pale beneath the cloudy sky.

They are lying on the roof. School isn’t over, but Kaoru doesn’t really care. Emil’s tears are more important than calculus.

During lunch, Emil had run off, trying to cover his face. Surprising for a boy that was always so calm. Kaoru has always liked that about him. An outer shell made of ice. An inner core made of fire.

Emil is cold to touch. But within, he is warm. Kaoru knows this now more than ever.
BecauLaugh-A Hong KongxIceland Drabble1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Mitch's petSo, I know that I said that Mitch can't have a pet because of allergies. However, I've decided to give her a pet. But, I'm not sure what type of furless pet she should have. So I ask for you guys to help me out by suggesting pets, and I'll choose the most popular one.Mitch's pet1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

I Want Candy (Caring!Germany x Sick!Reader)~I know a guy who's tough but sweet
He's so fine, he can't be beat
He's got everything that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire

I want candy, I want candy~

You were sick. Really sick.Like fever 105.5, throwing up when drinking water,hungover without drinking sick. And your best friend Ludwig had come to cheer you up. He gave you some medicine and sat down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you flushed. It was awkward at first and he knew it. "Do you vish for me to stop?" he asked, with a sense of worry in his voice. "Not at all." He snuggled deep into your chest and you fell asleep in his warm embrace

~Go to see him when theI Want Candy (Caring!Germany x Sick!Reader)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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