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Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story) A Sonamy Story~
This is for: ~bah1301

“I’m sorry, Sonic. But...I think it’s time to move on.”
“What are you saying? I’m telling you that I love you. I’m confessing them to you.”
“I don’t believe you, Sonic. Every day, I give you my love and strength, and hoping that you will love me back...But, all of them vanished from my dreams already.”
“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
“I...just don’t know. This is goodbye, Sonic.”
“Where are you going?”
“To a new life.”
“Ames, please. Don’t leave me.”
“You don’t want me in your life, I always knew it every time you run away!Wait for you~ (A Sonamy Story)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how longCassandra-812 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

imaginary conversations I“But it’s not like you just say, ‘oh, you have the attributes which I seek in a mate, so I will now proceed to fall in love with you.’ You can’t turn love on and off like flipping a switch. It doesn't work like that.”

“In a way, it does, though. Because any kind of real love—not a crush or an infatuation: real, deep, lasting love—centres around a similarity in the core of their being and the core of yours. You have to have a reason to love someone—to really love someone, I mean—whether it be their integrity or fortitude or kindness or intelligence or something else entirely. Aimaginary conversations I2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The New Monk-chapter 6-The sun was rising the other morning. The monks had to wake up early, as planned , they had to go to Jack’s evil lair to get back their stolen Wu. Omi, was the first one to get up. He went in the other monks rooms and woke them up. Kimiko, Lydia and Clay woke up, but Rai had troubles. While the monks were dressing up, Omi yelled at him

“Raimundo, get your backside up now, Master Fung must not see us!”- Omi said as he rushed through his room.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!”- he said as he snuggled in his pillow and continued to sleep.
Kimiko went in his room and, of course, managed to get the lazy BraziliaThe New Monk-chapter 6-20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

{Long John Silver Contest Entry} A Simple Look

A Simple Look

“Keep him still!”

Pain, pain, pain. The world was a searing, burning, horrible face full of nothing but sheer crippling pain. He writhed, his powerful form arching off the floor, blind to the world, deaf to his own screams. Why hadn’t everything gone black? Why was his consciousness still here, why wasn’t he deep within that blissful cocoon of unconsciousness?

Something clicked in his jaw, and the pain that had been radiating from his arm flushed out along his sides, then down to his leg. He tried to roll away, but the hands constraining him were too tight, and he could have sworn there was a rope burn{Long John Silver Contest Entry} A Simple Look2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

*Eruption*Dormant volcano erupts in unwary heart!

2013 Delice1941
16th May2013*Eruption*2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The EuroAAARGGH returns - 4-6A Quick Release

The wallpaper flowers are all faded brown
The blinds on the windows are pulled firmly down
the cloth in my mouth stifling my cries
I'm wishing that I could cry

But then as I'm struggling, tied down by the ropes
I picture your face, and I feel some slight hope
And closing my eyes I can see through the dark
The dream that is in my heart

A little patience, a little whimpering
To make him feel as if he’s winning
And if I can try and keep him happy
The I will have, a quick release
Try not to fight him, take what he feeds you
You must stay strong for when he frees you
A little hopin', a little prayin,
And I wilThe EuroAAARGGH returns - 4-62 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Awesome Written Meme

PickeBicke’s Awesome Written Meme

Because the writers on this site don’t seem to get enough love. The questions are divided into three different categories. Just grab your character(s) and answer the questions in their point of view. Be as descriptive or as general as you like. I made this meme specifically for the Harvest Pokémoon group, but anyone is free to use it, really. This is my first time making something like this so be gentle with me, guys.

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Intro Questions:

1) As is usual for this kind of thing, please introduce yourself to us. Include your current job and where you came from before you lived in RaccoltThe Awesome Written Meme3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

For whom the Bell Does Not TollI've always thought the warning about not-spiting-one's-face oddly specific. Is it ok to cut off your nose for other reasons?

Call me Island, entire of myself. I was not trying to spite my face when I cut off my lips; it was a matter of simple expediency.

They had once been described as "blushing pilgrims"; by one of my dearer beaus, but alas he has long since left. So it goes.
They came to be described by me as "useless". Why have such protuberances, when there is no-one to kiss? What else are lips for?

At the time I was vexed enough as it was. My mind was going around and round with the same damn riddle, and all I'd manage to figure out For whom the Bell Does Not Toll13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

TotA Versus: A Promise Fulfilled Two years had passed since the fall of Van Grants and the Six God Generals. Two years since Van tried to erase the world of Auldrant from existance, so that he could create a new world in its place. A world free of the Score, a world that wasn't bound by destiny. He almost succeeded...and would have, were it not for the heroic deeds of Luke fon Fabre and his friends. They, along with inhabitants from another world that had merged with Auldrant, had stopped Van and his comrades from seeing their plan through. However, it was at the cost of Luke's life; he had sacrificed himself in order to stop Van, and release the entity known as Lorelei.

TotA Versus: A Promise Fulfilled2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Fractal DynamicsIan Malcolm wakes up screaming.

It's been six years, now, and this is still the norm: it's a pleasant surprise whenever he manages to sleep through the night. He'd parted ways with Sarah Harding like he had a hundred other girlfriends a few months after the whole San Diego mess. None of the kids had been particularly fussed to see her go. Ian regrets it sometimes, mostly mornings like this, if only because Sarah was the only girl after the park who didn't leave the morning after a nightmare. Even if they're just going to make your coffee the wrong way (she never remembered he took two bloody sugars) and tell you you're being illogical (he goFractal Dynamics2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

CarcinomaI haven't thought about Wayne in a long time. Which is strange, seeing as he's the entire reason I'm here. Well, okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. He's not the entire reason I'm here. But he certainly has a lot to answer for.
I breathe in one final lungful of sweet, smokey richness. God it feels good. The burning in my lungs, that tell-tale pull deep within my diaphragm, the swell of my ribcage; then blissful, carcinogenic release as I exhale. I close my eyes, savouring the taste.
"Margaret Jones?" A frail-looking, wafer of a man calling my name. I turn towards him, raising the cigarette in salutation to confirm he's looking for me. He smiles back and patiently waits as I drop the butt to the ground, extinguishing its golden ember.
I stare down at the soot-stained stump and can't help but feel that familiar twinge of resentment. 27 years. 27 long years I've been a slave to these small, thin, white sticks. And now .....
"Ms Jones? We really need to hurry." the frail man sCarcinoma2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Ask the Sorceress: Part Eleven"Fun. More mail," she said, rolling her eyes

Katra: Hey Minerva nice to finally say hi to you. Now here is my question for you, would you kiss a girl? Like me? *purrs* ~KosmicDragon
"Well," the sorceress said, giving a self-satisfied smirk. "I have experimented with other women in the past, can't knock something until you've tried it, and I found it pleasant enough. Not really my thing, but I can see the appeal. Now Katra, you..." Her smirk fell and her eyes became like cold steel.
"You should note that the operative term there was women. You are no woman. You are a sad, sad little girl who cannot get any on her own and so has to resort to lechery. You are an entitled, snot-nosed child who cannot accept no for an answer, sees consent as optional, and throws tantrums when you do not get your way. I would not kiss you if you were the last human, if you even qualify as that, on earth."Ask the Sorceress: Part Eleven3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The smell of blueShe grew up in the world of black and white. The walls and the ceiling were white, sometimes a little bit grey from dust. Many a time, she found herself sitting on the ground staring at the fine black lines spreading across the walls like some long, thin, spidery strands of hair. The cracks extended from the ceiling, running all the way down the wall till it almost touched the ground. She wondered what made the walls crack that way. Her finger ran along the grooves between the floor tiles. She could memorise the number of tiles across her room horizontally. Vertically, too. The tiles were slightly textured, and cool to the touch. Sometimes sThe smell of blue7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The ArenaSun, beating, glaring.
I had manoeuvred him so the light was to my back, the fool had let me. Bloody sand crunched under my sandals as I dug then into the grit.
Silence, the crowd hardly breathed, waiting for one of us to move. It was experience, not my senses, that told me they spoke not. They could have all screamed and I would not have heard them, my focus was all for the boy. For he was but a boy, barely on the cusp of manhood and no doubt dragged to the arena by a brutal master.
On another day I may have felt pity for the slaves, but not this boy, not this day. He was no more now than a warm up act, a chance for me to ready my body foThe Arena11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Behind GlassThere I was, having gunned down my first plane. I turned in the seat of the cockpit just in time to see his PZL 23 Karaś go down right over the treeline into our territory. I never felt such a rush under my wings, and I could see the face of my grandfathers before me smiling through the clouds like they were welcoming me into the flock. Even better, the thought of praise I would get from my superiors for once. I’d proven them all wrong. I was the fledgling that left the nest too early, with only a few months of training beneath me before they sent me out to war.

It was the only kill I got all day, but it was all I needed. I returnBehind Glass11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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a battle-scarred pegasus filly - cold, weary, and weak, un-shoulders her obstinately large lasgun from her battle saddle and sets it down. the floor tilts upward at a precarious angle, as all the contents of the room which aren’t fixed, lay piled towards one side. ruined pre-war books filing cabinets, chairs are nothing but a mess. the door is locked tight from the inside, but nothing she can’t handle if it doesn’t come open when she needs it too

using her mouth, she pulls a small worn combat blade from it’s sheath on her left foreleg, and uses it to slice open the hard, possiblmicrofic 313 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Cerca / ProximoI want you twenty thousand leagues away from me so your fingers can never graze my pericardial effusion ever again. Entire cities should wall me in, away from you. There should be maps made of the miles between us and I should push you off the edge, where there be monsters.

I want you next to me, now, the light lash of rain on my window whispering as your shoulder brushes mine, and neither of us leaps away. I don’t want you apologetic. I don’t want this smile I’ve been pasting on my face for far too long. Collapse with me, like you used to. You whispered Achillean secrets to me, but I never struck your heel until I had to. Cerca / Proximo15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Aftermath [Questing][Coda to Shadows in the Stars]If tears happened to spill from Earendel’s eyes, Lutea never commented as he entered and unsealed the rooms. He helped Earendel rise, slowly and carefully as if with the aches and fragility of an aged person.

“Your--” Earendel began and stopped abruptly. “Ulyana has moved on now.”

Lutea nodded, eyes solemn. His arm remained around Earendel’s shoulder, holding her upright even as they moved towards the hallway. “I know.”

Frowning, Lutea glanced down at Earendel; her face was pallid, almost blending into the quicksilver of her hair. Perspiration moistened her hairline. Her lips were tinged in bAftermath [Questing][Coda to Shadows in the Stars]15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Got Milk?Gift of a sadness in a rasher of terror - a dry calf mouth needs water in the line up for slaughter - that same sad dryness now on this line here forever.Got Milk?17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

All the Interesting peopleSometimes I wonder where all the interesting people have gone. Where are all the people that like to do strange and interesting things for the fun of it? Where and when did the people go who noticed little things, like a red sucker bleeding out into a puddle, how the sun looks in your eyes and hair, things like that.
Did they slip through the cracks of the world? Were they assimilated by the hordes of ordinary people? Did they fear becoming hipsters? I don't know if I've ever met anyone in real life who is actually truly interesting. Someone who has an interesting hobby that I've never heard of before. Did the dreamers all disappear?All the Interesting people21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

a charcoal-flavoured musingOf charcoal ashes and black-bricked chimneys, and the dark, humid nights spent dancing on tip-toes among rooftops, it's become apparent there's little to no pay in this job at all! Well, it seems so nobody is really using their fireplaces that much; thus much cleaner chimneys and more broke sweeps tap-dancing their sorrows 'round midnight down the street. Well, it seems so there's little coal 'round anymore and whatnot, and oh, it's a bit as if fires aren't happening as if they've wills of their own. Light a match, you are met with mere scratching noise; light a candle... Well, you can't.
No, our nicotine-addicted civilians aren't enjoying it much, either.
Do I mind? Should I mind? Why, of course I mind and why, of course I should mind, thank you. I realize it well what ought to happen if my pocket empties entirely, and what should happen to my home if I find that I can't find the right amount (if any at all) to pay off what I owe. I'd might have to sella charcoal-flavoured musing20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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