Is Story Man is stand in market square, name Kristaps. Kristaps is hungry, as is life. Today hunger get too much for him, he go into town with intention to steal potato. Wife say “No, Kristaps! Do not steal potato, politburo will find and kill!” But he say, “We are have three children. Is my duty.”Is Story2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kristaps now stand in market center, look around. He see man with potato for sale. Is only one potato. Kristaps once hear of merchant who have two potato, but he believe to be myth. Potato is one lat. This is three year work for Kristaps. He is only have pocket of dirt and daughter to trade, but he hold out on daughter for now. Kristaps take potato and run quickly away. Merchant cries after him, but Kristaps is fast.
When get home, politburo already raid house. Is coincidence. Kristaps family already being sent to Sibera to work as slave. When he open door, he see lady dress in black uniform. Kristaps would think word 'clean' about it but he is unaware of word. They are
Santuary WatchingE dali ele observava em uma linda imagem panorâmica, todo o Santuário e uma boa parte da sua terra natal, que por sua vez , fazia parte do mundo que, como pessoa e tb como cavaleiro de Athena, ele havia aprendido a respeitar e amar......Santuary Watching4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Doctor Who fanfiction: Episode tag for S7E13WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SERIES 7, EPISODE 13: 'THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR'. DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT (or you know, don't blame me if you read it anyway)Doctor Who fanfiction: Episode tag for S7E135 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"See you then," Clara grinned and walked out of the ship, leaving the Doctor alone at the controls. He smiled to himself for a minute, patting his beloved TARDIS' console as he checked every panel for any damage from their trip to Trenzalore.
"Just you and me then eh old girl?" He looked up at the time rotor, an idea forming in his mind. He had linked the TARDIS to Clara's memory, whatever she saw, he could access and that meant-
Video Games are EmotionalAt the ending of best game I have ever played, Metro Last Light, I started to cry, now being someone who has been bullied, has broken bones, has had family members die and didn't shed one tear despite of what happened this inspired me to write this because within the gaming industry there are a lot of genres such as, first person shooters, role playing games, action, driving, sport etc and each person has their own favorite or preferred genre, mine being first person shooter/role playing games I often delve deeper into the so called ‘basket of games’ looking past the Call Of Duties, Battlefields and alike, to such games as Metro 2Video Games are Emotional7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Ride Home“Stop the car.” Angela whispered, her breath coming out ragged and pained.The Ride Home7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ian glanced back at her with a frown. “If you think for one minute you’re off the hook for this Angela—I”
She made a gagging noise. “Stop the car, Ian!”
THAT got his attention. He pulled over just in time for Angela to fling the car door open and puke up everything she had in her stomach. She’d already done a lot of puking before, in the filthy bathroom of the bar where she’d spent the night. She thought she had finished before Ian had come to pick her up, but apparently she wasn’t even close.
Hidden SecretsChapter 1Hidden Secrets8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gohan arose from his bed releasing a big yawn which was rudely interrupted
by a 7 year old.
Gohan: *Yawn* What is it Goten?
he asked rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Goten: Mommy says its dinner time!
However it didn't get Gohan's attention.
Goten took a deep breath and shouted
Goten: GOHAN THERE WAS GOOD FOOD BUT ITS GONE AND YOUR LATE!!
Gohan shot out of bed at light speed brushing his teeth, showering, drying off and
dressing and ran downstairs ready to face his mothers wrath.
Gohan: I'm so sorry mom im late!!
Chi-Chi: Late? your 3 hours early.
Gohan glared at his young brother who was
3 Making HistoryThe pilot was still ducking and diving as the German flyer stayed stubbornly on his tail. The young German knew his machine and his own formidable skills, but the pilot in front of him was also good. He had so far denied any real chance of a critical hit from the German’s machine guns mounted on the front. Despite a few good shots, the only effect it had had was the pilot dipped his nose a little and losing a fraction of his altitude.3 Making History9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The young German was starting to feel frustrated at his elusive prey, but he felt a kind of admiration. Whoever his opponent was, he was good enough to avoid serious disaster. He was quick and nimble.
New planeswalker expandedI stood on the black field, facing down the knights that would have buried me. Their horses, clad in armor almost as thick as that of their knights, snorted and stamped impatiently. The only one not on a horse was the only knight I’d ever really had to worry about. He stood still, his armor glowing a little from the celestial enchantment pouring off of it. “Yield!” He yelled to me. “There’s no way you can win now.”New planeswalker expanded13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I laughed. It was a wild, feral laugh that echoed across the field. It was torn and burnt and ugly from our battle, but I rather thought it was an improvement. The blood of my last summons wa
Another meme! version 2New OC's MemeAnother meme! version 214 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1)Pick 2-5 characters that are new
2) Don't change the questions
3) Let your OC's answer, not you (roleplay it if you wish)
4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want)
1. Welcome to the world of OC's! Now, who are you (name, gender), how old are you and what species are you?
1. I'm Rain, i'm around 15 i'm a girl and I'm a sort of powerful cat mixed with a human.
2. My alias is Storm, i'm 18, I'm a girl and I'm a human.
3. Hm? I'm Hail, I'm a she-white lioness mixed with a human and I'm 18.
4. What do you want? Me? I'm Ilona, I'm 20 and I'm a female umbreon gijinka.
5. 'name's Ivyrose, I'm a Leafclan warrior, as you can see I'm a female and I'm 13 moons old (moon=month)
2. Describe how you look like now!
1. I've got long brown hair, which I hate to brush, amber eyes, brown and blue ears and tail,
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 blue16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ArenaSun, beating, glaring.The Arena21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 fo
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.Behind Glass21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the only kill I got all day, but it was all I needed. I return
Green OrangesGreens filled the barrow, piling high in an overflowing mound of pitted balls, drenching the air with citrus.Green Oranges21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Funny, that they shouldn’t really be called greens, but oranges, when it was not until their native flesh was cut away that the true colour be revealed. These greens were not for trade, not for sale to far off lands where the sight of a green orange would frighten away the buyers from the stalls. These greens had not been treated, not coloured, not bred until their insides bled to their outsides and turned their skin to sunsets.
The barrow rested upon pavement that would have been white but for the film of dust that coated it.
ThoughtsOh, look. A sunset. How romantic. Well, maybe it would be if I wasn't the only one sitting on this rock. Or, if I had an admirer standing a few paces behind me and a little to the right. I would also require a pensive expression to make me look serious and delightfully complex. "Oooh," they'd say. "I wonder what he's thinking. I bet it is something really insightful, like the meaning of life or something." Yeah.Thoughts22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Christ. I sound ridiculous. I don't even know why I'm here. I fear I've been dragged into some kind of cliché, staring at a sunset. This is dumb. Sitting here, squinting like a fool, analyzing my own thoughts. God, I hate that
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?For whom the Bell Does Not Toll22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
microfic 3___________________________________onemicrofic 323 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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, possibl
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.Cerca / Proximo1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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.
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.Aftermath [Questing][Coda to Shadows in the Stars]1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“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 b
ObservancePeople tended to underestimate just how much Alphonse Elric knew.Observance1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not his alchemic knowledge, everyone knew that was very extensive and impressive. Nor did anyone doubt his knowledge of his brother and his ways. No, in fact almost everyone else relied on that knowledge.
They underestimated how much Al observed.
It wasn’t hard. While a giant suit of armor was hard to miss, it was easy to forget about, especially with Al as quiet as he was. It helped that Ed quickly attracted all attention to himself. Al took a quiet role of watching and learning. Long night hours alone gave him the time he needed to understand.
He saw how the Colonel
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?1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 himThe New Monk-chapter 6-1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“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 Brazilia
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.a charcoal-flavoured musing1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 sell