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Nightfall - Revision

The weather was trying its best to fill the city with despair, and the still, black smog covering the sky was making it obvious. Anyone not used to air so dirty would probably suffocate. The city was clogged with grimy blocks, barely leaving any room for small concrete roads, all of them almost empty, making some space for the daredevils who decided to expose themselves to the pollution.

Cirra was one of them.

She was on her way to the orphanage. Her heartbeat would accelerate every time she saw any small movement. A feeling of releif swept over her as soon as she realised it was just another mutated cockroach. Even though it was her usuNightfall - Revision3 weeks ago in Short Stories

Geronimo- Chapter 1 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)

You were sitting in your room on a dull, boring evening in September. You had just finished watching the latest episode of Doctor Who. You were tired and bored. You had just moved around here and you didn't have enough money for a computer. so of course Minecraft was not an option. You rolled around on your bed, You had nothing to do, seeing as you had no resources or friends around here to help you with the imaginative things whirring through your head. All of the sudden, You heard a noise from outside. You bolted upright. You'd know it anywhere. After all you'd heard it on T.V. thousands of times since you were 5 years old. You checked tGeronimo- Chapter 1 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

M!ShepardxReader:Bound by Darkest MattersM!ShepardxShy!Reader – Bound by Darkest Matters
Note: The Shepard here is a standard John Shepard with the default appearance, soldier class, and Paragon alignment. However, instead of the default Earthborn Sole Survivor Background, Shepard had the Colonist War Hero background for this story.
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A young woman was lying awake in the early hours of the morning. She sat up in her bed, her bare arms folded over one another. Her nighttime garb was a simple short-sleeved shirt and a pair of black shorts. She was twenty-five years old, living in the chaotic fray of a metropolis. Earth was noisy compared to most other places she had liM!ShepardxReader:Bound by Darkest Matters3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

*Time*Time traveller's transporter malfunctioned, permanently disoriented.

2013 Delice1941
10th May2013*Time*2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

A Clockwork GoldbergThe flashing, thrumming device was almost mesmerizing in its futuristic simplicity. Pulses of violet light chased each other, seemingly at random, across its front panel, while brilliant blue-white electric arcs surged upward from its central coil via a Jacob's Ladder: two tapered copper antennae reaching nearly to the ceiling. The combination cast an eerie and ever-changing series of shadows across the figures of the two men observing it.
The older of the pair was a dignified, gray-haired gentleman with a silk bow tie and bowler hat. His straining waistcoat, however, recalled slimmer days long since past; while his measured silence and slight frown spoke of an ego nearly as large as his girth. After some time, he turned to the slender brunet beside him and asked:
"This, then, is your clock?"
The younger man nodded, a quick jerky movement reminiscent of a wary passenger pigeon eying its captor. "Entirely electromagnetic. Is it not magnificent?" His voice had an odd accent: not quite GeA Clockwork Goldberg1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Memories of a Time to ComeHe laid on the ground, his heart felt at a stale calmness. Chrome yellow eyes stared at the charcoal-colored heavens tinged verdantly of golden blossoms and woven by ruby lines beaming across the gloom. He could not hear, the sounds were distant, but the ground was trembling, like a chorus of million lives pounding their feet unto the soil; the fainting sensation echoed within him — the countless ghosts that marched on and on within his memories.

With a slight blink of the eyes he took in another painful breath, knowing how little air he is taking in albeit the effort he took to inflate his lungs to breathe in another strand of life. HMemories of a Time to Come2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Rain Streaked Tears

Aira-ty woke with a panicked gasp of air as her eyes jolted open and she looked up at the cloud covered sky through her cracked visor as the rain poured down around her. She turned her head to the side, her viewscreen fizzling with static as its optics tried to process through the damaged system. All around her, the shattered bodies of her troops lay sprawled in death where the droids had shot them down. It had been a slaughter. She'd been unable to get them the support they'd needed and they had died for her failure. She'd failed them. Failed Jango's memory. Failed herself. Her viewscreen flickered again and she reached up, flicking the catRain Streaked Tears2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Ashes of the Stars

“Bold is getting hulled!”
“Majestic is breaking up!”
“Gallant has sustained heavy damage!”
“Avarice is reporting multiple hull breaches, they're losing power!”
The reports kept coming, one after the other, as more and more ships received damage and were knocked out of the battle.
“Don't let them through!” Commodore Andora Steele roared from her command chair. “If they get past us, we won't have a home to return to!”
She need not have reminded her crew of that, they all knew what was at stake here, all knew that a loss here meant the end of not just the war, but of Ashes of the Stars3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Creed of the Promethean Fists“We are the will of the Emperor. His burning wrath is ours. Fire may pour from our fingers yet we remain unburned. Lightning may burst forth from our eyes yet we stand unhurt. The earth may tremble and the rock may split yet we shall not yield. In this burning inferno we stand defiantly in the face our enemies. The foes of the Emperor shall fall before us; for we know no fear. Their fortresses shall fall and their strongholds crumble before our fury. We are the angels of death. We are the Burning fists of the Emperor's holy wrath.”
-Creed of the Promethean FistsThe Creed of the Promethean Fists2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

I Want to RecognizeThe Water Scares Me

I was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu. Haven't I been here before?

Massive tree trunks surrounded the familiar park square. In the center, a simple small fountain rested. Whenever I glanced around to take in the rest of the park, my eyes kept returning to the fountain against my will, as if the water was pulling them.

I didn't like water. That much I figured out from the way my eyes nervously strayed back to it a couple feet away. As I walked around it, I spotted a yellow fur ball the size of a baseball swimming on the surface.

At the sight, I gasped and reeled back, a hand to my mouth. I felt my memoryI Want to Recognize1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Geronimo: Chapter 2 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)

"So, Miss______ are you going to tell me how you know about me and my box?" he had that curious look about him again, it made him look absolutely adorable."Just call me _______ , Doctor" you said. "Well,are you?" he was really into this now, there was no stopping him from figuring out if you didn't tell him, and if he found out and you hadn't told him, he'd be pissed. You don't want a pissed madman that has you locked with him inside a box.he stared at you with his mocha brown eyes. You couldn't resist. "Well doctor, you see... Where I come from your on tv." He stared for a moment,a smile creeping across his face. "Brilliant! I'm on the tellyGeronimo: Chapter 2 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Burning SkyBurning Sky

They sat together on the beach side by side watching the horizon. They had been there throughout the night, mostly in silence, just being together. The sky was bathed in a cascade of greens, purples, and reds. The auroras had been present since the start of event, now they were so bright that they blocked out most of the stars. Only the last fleeing shuttles broke the dramatic skyscape, too distant to hear, their powerful fusion engines glowed a vibrant white making them look like inverted meteors falling up into the sky.

It began almost one week ago. The first indication that something was terribly wrong was when their sBurning Sky1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

It's Dave's birthday, gang! "All right gang, it's Dave's birthday today, so let's get together and give him a good send off," Bret ordered. "File in, let's go!"
The players gathered for the picture. Michelle Peyton, Kris Matthrews, Deanna Wolfe, Collette Simmons, Kitsune Matsui, Sam Chase, and Tiffany Sheffield all pushed together across from Greg, who had the camera on a tripod with a wide lens. Shelly was standing under an umbrella, as they were standing out in the middle of the California Desert. Alex and Pattie were also on hand, as was Tiffany's friend Sarah.
"Why in the heck did you bring us out here, bro?" Kris muttered as she elbowed Collette before puttiIt's Dave's birthday, gang!1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

This New Game System Rules! Craig checked the manual one last time to make sure he didn't miss anything. The last lines before the instructions switched to French was "Congratulations! Your new X Platform XL 2020 is almost ready to play. Just follow the onscreen instructions and get ready to have the X Platform XL 2020 rule your world."

Odd thing to put in the manual, he thought as he tossed it into the empty box his system had come in. He thumbed the power button and waited for the system to boot up.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon the screen was scrolling large, neon-green letters in greeting. "Thank you for purchasing the X Platform XL 2020. We jusThis New Game System Rules!2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Geronimo: Chapter 3 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)"Doctor,do you have any clue where we're going?" you asked your (e/c) eyes looking at him in bemusement. " I always do. Usually.Sometimes. Ok I usually have no clue." you both laughed at that last sentence. The TARDIS stopped. You flung open the doors to reveal a lush Italian landscape.You gazed around and immediately ran for a beautiful willow tree. The doctor was slightly trailing behind you and speed-walked to keep up. You both sat under the tree, just drinking in the scene with admiration. His face burned a bright crimson, when you noticed this you became flushed as well. All of the sudden a body fell out of the willow. You both jumped uGeronimo: Chapter 3 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

What lurks within'Your dreamscape goes on for years, as you travel along the set out path you become increasingly weary of what's coming up next. The grab bag plethora of randomness is almost undeniable, you're likely to come across a giant man eating clown ravaging a small village or a vision of the future end of the world or your teeth falling out one by one.
As you continue down the road it begins to morph, becoming topsy turvy, sending your stomache for a ride. Your vision becomes skewed as you spiral infinitely forward, unaware of your fate. Eventually you stop, standing at the precipise of your own consciousness. The here and now, you watch your self slumbering. An ideal picture perfect end to the nonsensical rantings of your inner mind. You look back at the fear inducing-happiness creating insanity behind you and smile. What lurks within'4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Clipped WingsSherlock started, unsettled to see his enemy in his flat. Moriarty's gaze drank in the sight of a sleepy Sherlock with tousled hair, clad in a plain shirt and checkered sleep pants, blue robe haphazardly clutching his shoulders.
"Aww, did we wake you up? That is soooo unfortunate, seeing as how you hardly sleep as it is," Jim said in his most annoying, mocking voice possible.
Moriarty lounged in his chair, with a bound and gagged John kneeling in front of him, facing away from the consulting criminal and towards the consulting detective. Despite having been rudely awakened after days of being exhausted, John's eyes were wide and focused, confusion and fear flashing in them as he gazed up at his startled friend. Behind John, Moriarty aimlessly toyed with a gun he'd pulled out of his suit pocket.
"What do you want?" Sherlock questioned, making sure his voice didn't betray any emotions.
"I got boooClipped Wings1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

PA-OCT: The Last Day -intro-

The alarm wakes you immediately, a loud droning horn that almost gives you a heart attack. You don’t know where it’s coming from, but the moment you sit up in the creaking bed, it stops.
You rub your head. You can barely remember what happened the previous day, but now, you’re in an unfamiliar place. It looks and feels like a child’s room; narrow walls decorated with flowers and other shapes, a dirty pink carpet at your feet, a large empty wardrobe just across from the small bed you sit in now. The room is dark; the only slivers of light come from the cracks in the boards that cover the window.
Hanging from the plasterPA-OCT: The Last Day -intro-1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Cron1cas telepatasSi uno busca la palabra telepatía en internet te hablarán de esa maravillosa habilidad como algo ficticio, inverosímil, como algo que nunca podría hacerse en la vida real, como un pobre recurso usado en la mayoría de creaciones, ya sean escritos, cómics novelas o películas, algo burdo pero maravilloso, imposible e increíble, lejano de la realidad. Diversos estudios probaron que la telepatía no podría lograrse, no sino hasta que el ser humano logre introducirse en la mente humana como un dispositivo electrónico y todos los científicos saben, o creen saber, que para eso pasarán años, décadas. Pues esos estudios se hicieron hace años y aun hoy, día cercano a avances electrónicos jamás imaginados con anterioridad, no se ha logrado hacer una maquinita, un bicho electrónico o una gran maquinaCron1cas telepatas1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Taxi Girl Ch 3 On my drive back home, I came up with a plan. During my stay in St. Cloud, I filed through my old books and toys. Among them was a Babysitter's Club book - yeah, I read 'em, I admit - where the babysitter named Susie ended up behind the wheel of a stationwagon. Though she hadn't gotten her driver's license yet - she might've had a permit - Susie was driving her neighbor's children to the movie rental store.
Long story short, she was pulled over and was given a ticket.
I guess it wasn't the story that gave me the idea, but at any rate, I came up with an idea. Susie might've been picking out her college plans. And the idea was so siTaxi Girl Ch 33 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

A meager endA young boy just outside of a city was playing in the woods. His family lived right at the edge, just before you entered downtown. They had a nice spread of land, a lake for fishing, and a few cows in the stable. They were humble, made their living by selling at the local farmer's market.
He was gleefully sprinting through the desolate forest, all the leaves were dead so the overall hue was dark, and brown. It created an ominous feeling, but the boy was immune to it. He kept frolicking like he was in a great plane of flowers. Behind him a plume of toxic smoke rocketed towards the ceiling of the planet. The boy felt a prick of heat hit the back of his legs, exposed by his bright orange shorts. He turned around, he had to shield his eyes from the piercing light invading his retinas He could only peer over his now raised arm, trying to decipher the situation.
A tear rolled down his face as he faced the realization of what lied before him. He knew little of atomic waA meager end1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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