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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)2 days 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-813 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

SnowOlivia lost herself in the snow. Sitting on the porch, watching the snowflakes fall from the Missouri night sky, she she let her vision drift into their crystalline reflections. They were the only things that the weak porch light captured. The yard, the garage, and the now-silent hen houses were as dark and elusive as the storm-ridden sky.

There had been so many hours, and so many patterns since her father had left. She had spent days on the side of barn. With flourish, she could tell anyone who would listen on how the barn had been built, and how towards the southeast corner they had run short on longer boards and the pattern of the wooSnow1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

EulogiesHe was always checking his broken pocketwatch – like, maybe one day he would click the case open and it would be working again, like magic. I don’t think I would have been surprised. He brought such a sense of life with him wherever he went. And maybe that’s why it was a shock when he died.

Their tabby cat – I wonder what’s going to happen to him. It was his wife’s cat really, but, he couldn’t get rid of it – couldn’t deal with being entirely alone – after she died, even if he was always more of a dog person. That cat would sit at my feet whenever I was over for dinner and he alwaysEulogies1 week 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 EuroAAARGGH returns - 3Find Where Her Jewels Are!

Well you've got to tie her up,
and then you've got to lay her down.
For you have just a moment to use the tape
and make her dumb, and soon you will find
you have the time, to find where her jewels are!

You gotta take her wrists and then you gotta tie them tight
You gotta be sure that there’s no way she can break the ropes
Before you decide that the time is right for tying her arms up
Don't let the hidden sister, take you from behind
Trust your inner vision and make her lie down there as well

And now you really gotta tie her up and make them sit back to back
Gotta wrap the rope around their waists and The EuroAAARGGH returns - 34 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Car RideRaises volume.
It's still too quiet.Car Ride5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

AbstractionThe door slammed shut behind her with such force the pictures rattled on the walls. She threw herself down on the sofa, before jumping up again. She just couldn't stay still! There was too much going on inside her, and somehow the self-pity that she expected to feel was being drowned with an overwhelming anger.
She threw a pillow, started with something soft, but the gentle sound it made when it connected with the wall was not what she wanted. So she picked up a book and threw it without looking, the crash as a lamp hit the floor was so satisfying, almost too much so.
Without thinking she ran to the kitchen and threw all the plates that sheAbstraction5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

He Spoke a Language I Didn't UnderstandWhen I met him, we could not understand one another. I was young, he was old. We both spoke different tongues, and we looked nothing alike. Yet we had been forced together under the iron hand of war and invasion, and that was something we both understood. I was dumped off into his arms like a disobedient puppy by our master, a wordless order to teach me how to act in this new world of foreign rulers and cruel restrictions being exchanged between the two. And while our prisons my have been different - he sat on a silk cushion and was preened like an exotic bird by our master, and I was led around by collar and chain like a young but extremely dangerous animal - we were both captives all the same.
At first, we would both forget that the other could not verbally understand what we wished to say, so we began speaking through physical means. Touches, gestures, and hand signs became our voices. Some were soft; like a brush of the arm to get me to turn in that direction, or when I would pat hHe Spoke a Language I Didn't Understand6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Religious Guilt at Sunday MassGod is The Quietest Voice within you.Religious Guilt at Sunday Mass5 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 6-1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

mirror.you tried to dig your way through glass and aluminum.
i'm there somewhere, you muttered. i'm still there.
i never understood why you always tried, tried, tried to make the make-believe come true.
i looked at your chipped nails, the torn cuticles, your haunted eyes.
and wondered if you were better off living in your imaginary world of white and grey.

-----

you said i was a reflection of you.
but try as I may, i couldn’t see the similarities between you and I.

you.
your features: black and white, colourless and pale.
an outline, a shadow of yourself.

and I.
vibrant, bursting with life. a rainbow. radiant.

-----

i’ll find yomirror.4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Diary of Torch Scorcher Day 21 to 40Day 21 – 25/5/2007

I built a tower with the mushrooms today. I’m so proud of myself, but Mr. Wave didn't seem to like it.

Day 22 – 26/5/2007

I keep having nightmares with my dad, I’m sure that if he saw me right now, he would hit me for getting into trouble… I never wanted this… He would be very angry. After all… his death was my fault, wasn't it? I didn't want to hurt him, it was an accident… Tomorrow I’ll write exactly what happened, maybe the ones who are reading this will understand. I’m tired. But at least, my salad sandwiches are back, I’m happy now.

Day 23 &ndaDiary of Torch Scorcher Day 21 to 404 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The EuroAAARGGH returns - 2Bind Me Now

With apologies to Johnny Logan and Emil Svanangen

Don't, Don't close your eyes to what you see
Scream, The scarf in your mouth means you can’t scream
Watch the man As he searches through the drawer again
Pray to God That he will go away
Ropes - Ropes that hug my arms so tight
I know That he will take all my things with him
From now on They'll be with someone else instead of me
So tonight I need to keep this memory...
As he turns back and

Binds me now
“Don't cry
Don't say a word
I’ll bind you now
And I Will know that you will stay right here
You’ll be tightly bound
in coils of rope.”
What do you sayThe EuroAAARGGH returns - 25 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Paper GuillotineA cockroach lay on its back beside the chalk line traced across the hall. Its soft brown belly and six hairy legs were pointing at Roach who came back from his chore of fetching the Sunday paper. Roach rolled the paper into a club to do the vermin in.

“Hold on good Sir,” the previously inanimate cockroach twitched its legs and antennae. “You might regret not hearing me.”

“Alright,” Roach put the paper down.

“Thank you,” the cockroach stilled its antennae and nodded. “I am Alfonse Wegner, descent from Central Europe. I say to you Sir, it would be so kind of you to spare mePaper Guillotine6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Diary of Torch Scorcher Day 1 to 20Day 1 – 5/5/2007 (Age 10)

I am scared. Please help me! I don’t know where I am. This is just a small, empty room. Help please, my head is hurting. Come quick! Anyone!

Day 2 – 6/5/2007

So, this notepad isn't meant for me to write my calls for help. I had to learn that the hard way. I spent yesterday calling for help with no response until this Watermaren walked into my room carrying a scissor. he told me to shut up and tried to cut my flames*, but I didn't let him so I burned his hands, but in return he accidentally made a cut on my chest, it’s nothing special but it still hurts a lot.

((*Flames – Firemaren Diary of Torch Scorcher Day 1 to 201 week 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 Glass19 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*3 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 - 4-63 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

PCino || ShadowsWhat made you snap like this?!

A lot of things make me snap - even takes a lot to just get me to snap - sometimes it's pressure, sometimes it's bottling everything up, sometimes it's stress, sometimes it's the simple fact of frustration and giving up. But this time is so different, I am not sure how to define how I snapped.
It happened, that's all I can bother to recall. The tangent and train of thought I was in was provocative for anger to strangulate my usual, shy demeanor and into one of self inflicting rage. I was so lost in myself I am shocked to realize that I still had some sense of logic in all of it. Perhaps that is from the years IPCino || Shadows4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

GlassNight.

Tired, she moves her hand to turn off the light, yawning and stretching. The book on her knees is a good one, but the day behind was long and tomorrow will probably prove even longer. She needs the rest.

Accidentally, her hand brushes the glass jar standing beside the lamp and the jar dangerously sways over the edge of bedside table, just to be caught in the last minute. She stays in the same position, awkwardly twisted with the glass in her hand, holding breath from shock. Then exhales with relief and replaces the jar into its place.

This was a close one. With a small smile, she observes the waken up creature inside, relieved it waGlass5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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