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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano

On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, aJust A Maybe. Reader x Romano4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

FireIt had been the choking smoke that had woken him.
No alarm bells ringing, no automated dowsing of water.
He’d woken up, coughing and spluttering, to find his room thick with the acrid smog slowly creeping in from underneath his door.
There was a moment of confusion where he didn’t know what was going on, whether he was dreaming or just seeing things, until he tuned into the sound of crackling and spitting coming from all around him.
Despite the coughing, the sound and the smell, he didn’t want to believe what was happening. Surely the house, his home for the past twenty years, couldn’t be on fire.
But it was. And for some reason the smoke alarms hadn’t gone off, and the sprinklers, set in place to safeguard the old wooden building, weren’t functioning.
Knowing he couldn’t just sit there in bed, Isaac snatched his glasses up from his bedside table and jammed them onto his face, bringing the smoke around him into focus. Though, given the density,Fire2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

she who eats the light, he who commands the deadThe queen of the dead waits vigilantly for her lord on his bone-erected throne. She smiles, hooking her legs over the arm of the throne, and simply wills time to move quicker. When her lord finally stumbles in, exhausted from keeping souls in line, she merely rises and moves to his side, looping an arm around his waist to support him.

“Forget the servants tonight,” she whispers, her sweet breath hot in his ear, and he nods, tired more than anything else.

She leads him to the bath, stripping his clothes away and all but lifting him into the hot water. She pours scalding water over his head, but it does not feel scalding to himshe who eats the light, he who commands the dead2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

A Creative Love (reader x America)"Hey_____!" you heard Alfred shout. You turned around,clearly taken by surprise. He looked more adorable than usual today. His blond hair fluttered in the wind,his baby blue eyes shimmered. "Yes?" you asked,attempting not to blush and failing miserably. He grabbed your arm and your face turned a bubblegum pink."Come with me for a minute" He pulled you towards his car. that tone in his voice... were you mistaken or was he trying to... seduce you? "Buckle up" he said coyly once again.You obeyed. you clarified this in your head. You and America had been friends since you were infants. you had a crush on him since before you knew what a crush waA Creative Love (reader x America)2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

WallpaperShe leaves the window to let the rain in. She watches the lazy river form and fall, seeping into the designer wallpaper and staining it. She watched the rain tug at the seams of the walls and imagined the room coming undone around her. She imagined the ceiling caving in and crushing her. She lay still and watched the rain fall. She lay still and tried not to breathe, to burn, to break.Wallpaper3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

100 theme challenge001. morals
there is nothing wrong with leaving behind politeness for happiness and we could all do to remember.

002. parade
the aches in my skin parade within my bones like a sin.

003. prayers
i say your name over and over like it is a prayer to keep my head above water.

004. clear skies
just because things are cloudy doesn't mean there's no sun behind them.

005. happy birthday
i give you a feminine loofa, funny boxers, and your favourite candy- i want this to show you i love you even though i'm broke.

006. apples
my white flesh browns under my thin skin- i am rotting to my core.

007. letters
hours of letters written and phone calls si100 theme challenge1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

a windy flowerWarning: Gas fetishism.

"Tora, dear, don't worry, Mama will be home soon," Magnolia crooned into the phone, toying with the silver spoon that stuck out of her bowl of curry.

Across from her sat Cedric, her date. Indian was the restaurant for tonight, since the woman insisted on devouring something spicy. And to such a pretty face, Cedric honestly couldn't say no.

One would have to wonder how he even snagged such a beautiful woman; while Cedric was by no means ugly, he certainly didn't match up with the gorgeous vixen known as Magnolia.

Cedric watched in silent yet jealous awe as she spooned another mouthful of her soup, licking her cherrya windy flower1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

punishmentWarning: Gas fetishism.

"You must understand, Clement, apologizing does not return the seven hundred dollars lost for smashing that hard drive," Magnolia said slowly, drawling her words so that her subordinate heard every last syllable.

Her dark eyes narrowed as Clement swallowed and nervously glanced around the room. Within Magnolia's soundproof office, standing next to her desk with the door closed felt like being in a cage with a tiger. Although she decorated her office with pictures and potted plants, Clement still felt trapped. The large window behind Magnolia's desk offered no reassurance, even if it provided the two with a view of thpunishment3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

an odd internship (1/2)Warning: Gas fetishism.

Aoi was nervous.

After numerous interviews and talks with terrifying men in black suits, Aoi managed to snatch a lowly internship at The Pondera Corporation. It wasn't anything special -- making coffee, filing papers -- but it looked damn amazing on her resume, especially for a young woman ready to enter college.

Pondera Corp specialized in developing technology for the future, from robots to synthetic organs to devices to help the disabled and elderly. Anything that was sleek and silver and progressive was mostly pumped out by this company. Nearly a monopoly in the electronics business, only the best of the best enan odd internship (1/2)3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Fire The fire illuminated my face as I watched it flickering amongst the logs, glowing and burning. The heat beamed upon my body, warm with love and affection.

The flames twirled, twisted and curled in a fiery dance. Blazing horses ran across the red plains. Phoenixes soared through the lapping inferno. Dragons rose upon the crimson waves. A story being told in every second.

The crackling filled my ears and the burnt smell of seared lumber lingered near my nostrils.

It smiled at me, offering me a safe and secure hearth. Its gleaming arms beckoned, presenting protection. These were the characteristics of a sheltered haven.

But&heFire1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

it's a wonder, we'll never landSage-lipped and infinite, Peter pries open the soft teal of September with fingers that shake and shiver; Alice watches from afar and through windows that tremble beneath the weight of almost-frost, there is the green eyed cheshire smile of a boy both familiar and completely unknown. But as much as the wanderlust has gnawed on the edges of her patience, cracking her reserve, her thirst for Peter keeps floating in her malpighian layer; and, cursing the idea of wrinkles folding her youth, it creeps out before she can close her eyes to restrain it.

As the thirst slips into the jagged corners of her vertebrae, leaving shards of glittering wanderit's a wonder, we'll never land1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Sherlock's FatherJohn found the photograph by accident. Idly searching online for Sherlock’s name, up it popped: a couple in their sixties, the woman unmistakably Sherlock’s mother.

John read the caption. “Your father’s a baronet?” he asked before he thought to catch himself.

Sherlock paused at his own laptop. “A knight.”

He came and looked over John’s shoulder. “That was taken some time ago. He still wasn’t talking to me then.”

Sherlock’s family life was a minefield. “How long..?” asked John hesitantly.

“Eight years,” said Sherlock. “Growing up I was&heSherlock's Father2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

an awfully windy flower (2/2)Warning: Gas fetishism.

Magnolia trailed her hand along her side, fingertips ghosting along the beautiful curve of her hip. She bit her lip gently as her lower gut brewed and bubbled. And although she laid on her side, Magnolia made a point of bringing one leg up to her chest so that her ass faced Robert's direction.

"It doesn't!" Robert spat back.

"Then why don't you move?" Magnolia asked innocently.

"I was here first!"

Magnolia shook her head. "Tsk tsk. You're such a child, Robert." Her chiding was quickly cut short, however. "Ah, hold on..." 'Frrpprprt!' A cute poot squeaked out of her and she couldn't help but smile.

Robert sniffedan awfully windy flower (2/2)1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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 week 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 wooSnow2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

CoastalSubtle surly winds from the southern islands blow in and the tarrying spumes that were collecting by a few buoys meters from us are now slowly being swished away.

I feel us bubble and dissipate under the very same, simmering sun as we become awkward and irritable, itching and burning each others' feet and fissures, remaining staring and standing half-soaked and sun-burnt in skin-trapped dollops of sea-salt and sandbar bodies; we are overcome by listlessness, leaving us wincing at our own distorted realities and discomforts, wavering with only a genuinely pathetic excuse for our often wet waterlines.

When will we reach the destination where Coastal2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Tuesday's PrayerGod forgive me; I've been mistaking good sex and better marijuana for spiritual enlightenment again.Tuesday's Prayer1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Goodnight Enigmatic SongShe was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like.
Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it.
That was Grace.
She was my coworker and she was my friend.
We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way.
"Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent.
"Insomnia, love."
She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation.
I felt the warmth of her smile in the corner of my eye. The blur of her hand reached at the window to feel the cold of the droplets.
"When I was a girl, I used to race these. I thought it was funny the fat ones always won," she giggled and I imagined her as a little girl in the passenger seat then, legs too short to reach so kicking, and hair messed in the bacGoodnight Enigmatic Song1 month 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-811 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Drop Slot Mr. Johnson had many cars, but he loved one car in particular.
He drove his wonderful, carefully waxed antique Volvo daily, and today was no exception. He loved to drive.

If one were to describe Mr. Johnson, it could take three initials: CEO.
If one were to describe his personality, it could take a story--a short one.

Two letters to mail this morning, Johnson thought. I can do this by myself.

It would take three days for the letters to arrive via the postal system, but they were the type that began: "Dear (Mr./Ms.)"
"I know you've done your best for the company, but I must inform you that your job is noThe Drop Slot2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however longStory Fragment with Dark and Zaen4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Car RideRaises volume.
It's still too quiet.Car Ride1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Hypergraphiai. Night comes once again and her lashes only flutter, her eyes do not close, she is as predictable as the cycle of the moon. Oh come sacred Sleep, steal through her window and bless her with a nepenthean kiss and let her dream serenely till her mind is quiet and her limbs are loosened, and let her not wake for days! However, inspiration sinks its claws in her and she awakens before she can drop her guard and surrender. The pen she clutches looks more like an extension of her gaunt hands that have no time to waste when seizing notebooks off the nightstand, and the pen can never keep up with the quickness of her thoughts. Writing all daHypergraphia3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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