The Raven and The Wolf You said you wanted to stay and listen to my whispers but I told you it's too late (early) and you need sleep.The Raven and The Wolf2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I held you and whispered poetry into your hair as you fell asleep. I listened to the way your heart beat and it seemed to say one word; home, home, home. The rise and fall of your chest soothed me more than any drug ever could.
I used to say I didn't believe in love but as I stared at your sleeping face, traced the contours and creases - the blemishes and scars, I couldn't help but think that maybe ... Just maybe this was it.
I stroked your autumn-kissed hair and rested my cheek against your chest. I lay there and thought, not fo
Weak I am weak.Weak7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You don't need to tell me. You don't need to remind me. Trust me, I know. I know because I cannot look you in the eye. I take your criticism and your abuse with a meek nod of my head, eyes on the ground and shoulders hunched forwards.
I know because I refuse to demand what is rightfully mine. He owes me his time. He's obliged to give it to me, but he cannot be bothered, and I cannot bring myself to make him. She owes me money. But she's greedy and hoards it, and I do not have the courage to go over and take it. They owe me respect. Respect I have earned, but respect they are too pride filled and arrogant to give and respect th
Therapy. The doors file past her, one by one. They are perfectly aligned with the door adjacent to itself on the other side of the hardwood floored hallway. Silver placards with names engraved across them are placed upon the dark wooded doors. The entire hallway was of a deep ebony wood, with only a single long strip of emerald carpet placed upon the floor. Her footsteps on the hard floor are silent and steady, driven by raw obligation. She pauses, her stone cold expression lingering hesitantly over a particular placard, studying the name. She straightens, and squares her shoulder to the doorframe, and grabs the cold steel knob firmly with a twist.Therapy.7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For the last ten, twenty, perhaps thirty yearsAs usual, the shrill ring of the alarm clock broke the early morning silence at six a.m. Lee’s alarm had not failed to wake him in the last ten, twenty, perhaps thirty years. The man swung his feet out of bed and sat up. He placed his feet into faded blue, worn-out slippers that he had owned for ten, twenty, perhaps thirty years and shuffled his daily route to the washroom. There were imprints in his carpet from his daily steps – exactly ten steps to the bathroom, beginning with his right foot. Lee had a very even pace and had made this exact journey every day at six a.m. for the last ten, twenty, perhaps thirty years.For the last ten, twenty, perhaps thirty years21 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No Way He Can Ever Know!- Intro (Me x My Crush)Anything that has a star after it is something they have at my school, I will leave definitions in the description for those that go without,are homeschooled, or just live under a rock.No Way He Can Ever Know!- Intro (Me x My Crush)40 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was my first day of school. All of my friends and I were in the same pod* including my crush/ best friend forever Evan. I had loved him for all of the almost 5 years we had been friends, but no way could he know that! I would never tell him until I was 100% sure he liked me back, which would happen never! We had one of those friendships where I wasn't afraid to kick his ass in video games and we could cry with eachother and we had nicknames for eachother
9. Cold I looked outside, but all I saw was white. No longer could I make out the mountainside spilling over into the lands below. It scared me; I didn’t understand what was happening. Something must be blocking the window; it had to be… in front of every window?9. Cold3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I grabbed my coat, swiftly donning it while shoving my feet into warm leather boots. Not even bothering to zip the thing up, yanked open the door and dashed outside.
The crunch beneath my foot made me jump, nearly fleeing back inside. I bent down and poked the mysterious white mass, now the shape of the bottom of my boot. It was cold to the touch, softly t
Indigo, without the colorThe lovechild of pride and sad serenity, it’s the color rainbows try to forget about, but third-graders love to remember. It’s often mistaken for somebody else, and is now a little confused about who it wants to be. When it’s sad, it sinks into denim. When it’s embarrassed, it blushes into flowers. I don’t know what it looks like when it’s happy, but I like to think it spends its better days holding the spectrum neighborhood together, because even though there’s not much warmth between them, those other colors know that they’d be a total mess without it.Indigo, without the color3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hazel, without the colorAn easy way out would be to say that it’s the color of her eyes, but I’ve never met her and I think someone said her eyes were like dirt, anyway. Although, maybe it really was the color of her eyes, since it seems to masquerade as something that’s it’s not. Just like her. Think about it, it’s a color that can capture a forest under storm clouds, and I know how much he loves the smell of rain, but it can also look like pond scum if you know the truth like I do. Someone is going to tell me that I’m being too hard on her and her stupid eyes, and maybe it really is just one more thing that I don’t want toHazel, without the color4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Noche graficaAquella noche había vuelto a fallar la comunicación. Había vuelto a ceder y, ahora, la oscuridad era la única que le rodeaba y le susurraba en forma de silencio absoluto. Nada. Ni siquiera… sus ideas. En esa ocasión, su mente se hallaba demasiado aturdida como para hilar alguna. Agotada. Todo se le había vuelto a venir encima. Algo no encajaba bien en la base. Y, entonces, todo se derrumbó, provocando a su vez una serie de fisuras que rompió todo el esquema. Siempre le ocurría lo mismo. Cometía un solo error, y ya el fantasma que representaba al resto le atormentaba como si no tuviera perdón de Dios. Su cabeza aún se resentía ante lasNoche grafica5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Protecting You Protecting YouProtecting You5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am here. I always will be, your shield, your sword, your everything.
Nothing will get past my defense, I will let nothing harm you. Not pain or guilt or misery. You will not suffer.
Their sneers and taunts and shouts you will be shielded from. Nothing hurtful will be allowed to come your way. Nothing will be allowed to take the smile from your face.
It is the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh that gives me the strength to continue on.
Lost PuppyAbout a month ago I found a lost puppy.Lost Puppy7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was terribly frightened and covered in mud.
It took a while to get him to trust me enough to take him home,
but after a week, he followed me after a left.
As far as I could tell he hadn't eaten in quite some time.
Being the cuisinier I am,
I decided to make him something to eat.
He hesitated at first,
still not giving me his full trust,
but the moment my back was turned he ate with vigor.
I decided after some time to name this puppy William.
He is quite intelligent,
but also terrified of just about everything.
One day, my puppy won't be as broken.
Until then, we will celebrate the small