Have You?Have you ever tasted of a true-to-life tragicomedy soHave You?23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vacant and bleak, that you are left with a vision as
entangled as your intestines after being bloodied by
your ulcer's streak?
Have you truly ever felt so helpless that all the broken
branches, falling leaves and raindrops make you remember
your invalid limbs and senses, that you pray for the most
wretched tornado to come your way and rip you barbarically
for the world to see?
Have you stood like a drowned cadaver in front of your own
bathroom mirror, cursing the day the universe decided your
conception, and all the hideousness of being that you are
meant to participate in and
Almost Human - Chapter 3: UnderestimatedBatman swooped down the building as fast as his grappling hook allowed. As soon as his boots made contact with the hard and unforgiving alleyway pavement he rushed to the fallen clown. The Joker landed in a collection of metal garbage tins, he was still breathing. The cans must've broken his fall. Batman approached him; the jester opened his eyes and let out some weak laugh. "Ow… that kinda – hurt," he giggled as he attempted to stand.Almost Human - Chapter 3: Underestimated22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Don't move, you're injured!" called the detective as he helped the Joker lay against the side of the building.
"This is nothing darling, just had a slight fall," he was bleeding from his mouth a
5.23we’ve split our souls into so many pieces that finding us on a map is an impossible task. you can’t track us down, even if we wanted to be found. there are parts of us everywhere.5.2313 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are the crests of waves in the creek next to your old house, where one summer you read my own letters back to me, as if you were reading shakespeare and not the words of a sad girl with too much grief. we are in the lightning storms that i used to love so much; in every single strike of color and clashing of sound – each second of thrilling terror. every ink smudge on every paper in the entire world is a love song written just for you, and only
Birth of the Demon MotherCreation made mothers soft and warm, safe havens for their children… But some children don’t do well with safety. Some children need something that isn’t soft or warm for they are bad and will destroy all that is caring and sweet if given the chance For those children, Creation found another way.Birth of the Demon Mother5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From the rock bottom of the ocean, Creation crafted feet. Firmly planted on the ground, shackled into reality, feet that would keep one standing through anything.
And legs, legs as an antelope, fast and thin yet strong and limber too, legs that can run every distance at top speed and never get tired.
From the ever-green trees of
PanoΚανένα ημερολόγιο δεν μπορεί να περιέχει τίποτ' άλλο παρά κάποια απλά γράμματα και κάποιες απλές λέξεις, που δημιουργ&oPano5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ha How (Flash Fiction) I wasn’t having the best day. All I’ve done for a while is work, work, and more work. I was tired and decided to have a little fun. I walk into my kitchen. It was a very small kitchen. Someone was snoring on the dining table.Ha How (Flash Fiction)12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Darn it, Tambie.” I frowned looking at the short blond man sleeping on my table, “Why’d you stay up so late? Even Ol’ Benjamin doesn’t do that, and he’s high all day.”
I heard my cell phone ring in my right pocket. I took it to my ear and pressed the accept button.
“Heyyyy.” I heard a slow droll single syllable, “Heeey, what if l