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Grise Cerise Elle est grise, Cerise ! Elle dont le nom pourtant est si rouge. Grise comme un vieux fruit au milieu d’un panier, trop longtemps délaissé (et à présent c’est sûr, on n’en mangera plus).
Elle est seule dans son lit, Cerise, le matin au lever, dans sa petite chambre, dans sa petite rue. Elle a cassé sa cafetière, aussi ; mais ça fait bien longtemps qu’elle ne reçoit plus personne, quelle importance pour elle de n’avoir plus le bol. Une tasse à café, voilà qui est bien assez ; et un verre de fumée, pour petit déjeuneGrise Cerise1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Sketch - The Bystander Effect“HELP!” The woman's cry rebounds up the walls of the two canyon-like buildings, their near-identical faces only the distance of a clothesline apart. “PLEASE HELP ME!” The alley-way below is shrouded in the evening's gloom, with not even a flickering light to illuminate the space. “OH GOD PLEASE HELP!” But as much as she screams, there is no response. Perhaps due to the time of day, or maybe the acoustic properties of that space, or even the fact that most every window has been closed against the night's light chill, not a soul seems to hear her cries.

Above, in his single-room plus bath apartment, George sSketch - The Bystander Effect1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

love goes on"I brought you flowers," he told the grave. love goes on1 week ago in Short Stories

Et tu, MagistraKate was just grabbing a coffee in the school staff room when she was approached by Judy, the headmistress.

"I liked the display you put up in your classroom, Jane," said Judy. "Those kids put some real effort into that work and it shows."

"Thanks a lot, Judy," replied Kate.

"Um, I know this might sound awkward, Kate, but I have noticed that when your class take their shoes off in the gym for the assembly, you keep yours on," said Judy, looking slightly embarassed.

"Yes, I do. I always make sure the class take their shoes off before they come in the gym though," replied Kate. "I've always kept mine on. Jennifer and Helen keep their shoes Et tu, Magistra3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

I am beautiful because...Look in the mirror. Tell me, what do you see?
Imperfect face. Is it misshapen and ugly?
Abnormal eyes. Are they tired and old?
Disgusting lips. Are they thin and cold?
Defective body. Is it too thick or too plain?
Not enough money. Is it all in vain?
Someone misunderstood. Is it all too much?
You feel alone. Untouched.
And sad. Destroyed.
A void.
Well, do you want to know what I see?
I see you.
I see your quirks. Your interest in something that consumes you and makes you outstanding.
I see you loved for exactly who you are by friends, family, significant others. Or else they wouldn't stick around.
I see your imperfect, wonderful face. A perfect set of genes from your parents that displays who you are.
I see you strong enough to be yourself. Even when society tries to beat it out of you.
I see someone; a woman. And that makes all of us beautiful.I am beautiful because...1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Jingling Keys of DoomA gentle clinking echoed through the room, silencing all bar the most idiotic of creatures. Nervous glances wandered around the cramped classroom, searching the shadows for some hope of escape. The rattle of terrified breaths filled the empty air, silenced again by the sound of jingling keys from the waist of the approaching nightmare.
The pale light of the projector seemed to darken somewhat as she entered. The jingling stoped. Mad eyes, like deep pits from the depths of hell glared out from under even darker hair. She paused, a half smile creeping up through ripened skin, pressing the fleshy folds around those dark eyes upwards till they wThe Jingling Keys of Doom5 days ago in Short Stories

She said yesHe was more nervous than ever. She said yes. She said yes1 week ago in Short Stories

MegacuentoMegacuento:

Había una vez.... no esperen, esta historia no puede empezar así, tiene que ser algo más dinámico, menos tradicional, moderno, atrapante, un poco poético...
Ya se. Ahí voy devuelta.

Hace no mucho ni muy poco,
en este mundo que conocemos muy bien y a la vez tan mal,
había un ser que visitaba nuestras ciudades, gente,
fiestas y boliches y que,
junto a todo lo anterior,
tampoco era de por acá.

Parece todo un acertijo, ¿cierto? Pues, sinceramente, no lo es. Al contrario de lo que muchos de ustedes pueden pensar, lo que está escrito con anterioridad es la pura y completa verdad. Nuestro personaje principal, a quien así vamos a Megacuento2 weeks ago in Short Stories

The Crushed Bidi Mahili Budi was sitting on her haunches blowing puffs from her bidi made out of dry chestnut leaves and crushed tobacco. Looking up at the violet sky as if she was watching eagles soaring. Wrinkles had defeated her face. Her eyes looked to have no traces of hope. Her toenails were wrinkled too. Flakes of dirt had brushed her already dark skin. Her choli which had turned brown, stained and dirty smelled of sweat and so did her lungi. Her goiter, like the crop of a bird, hung from her neck and people said it was the karma of her past life’s sins.
Mahili Budi lived alone in her shack, also roofed by dry chestnut leaves. Every time she felt like smoking, she plucked a leaf and rolled it after filling with pulverized tobacco, and smoked the unfiltered bidi visualizing her past days. Her only son, whom she had nourished with trials and tribulations after the demise of her Swami (husband) twenty years earlier due to an epThe Crushed Bidi2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Introduction1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters

Un chapitre - Le temps n'existe pas La foule, masse grouillante, rampante, trépidante, maculait le parvis en une plaie noirâtre infectée des vertes mouvances d’étendards malmenés. Bruissante, gargouillante, terrifiante, l’assemblée attendait, dans l’impatience gourmande que le peuple déploie lorsqu’il est stimulé. Le flot terrible, ondulant sans répit ni jamais s’ébranler, évoluait sans cesse, enflait, grossissait, s’étalait et pourtant toujours revenait, éternel, immobile, rassemblé, sous le vert des bannières qui unissaient l’improUn chapitre - Le temps n'existe pas1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters

To anyone who will listen...To anyone who will listen,

It’s 4th June, 2020. Since Gove came into power, my life has become hell.

The name of my school is AL8 6YR. They changed them all a few years ago so that it would be less like a community, and more focused on learning. Apparently my school used to be called Stanborough. It sounds like it would have been a nice name for a school.

We have to get to school at exactly 8:30am. If you’re late, you get the cane. They brought that back quite recently, because apparently students were getting naughtier. There was a huge debate about child welfare, but Gove won in the end insisting that it was for our own gooTo anyone who will listen...2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Helicopter Part 7Helicopter Part 7

So now Sarah has tried to get away and is block by Marcus. What is going on? What is he doing anyway. Decide how Sarah responds when the truth comes out to how and why Sarah is even on the island in the Mediterranean.

Help decide where the story goes next by clicking the link in the description.

By the way, I'm working on my writing style so if you have any critics for me let me know. Helicopter Part 716 hours ago in Short Stories

The Same RingHe gave her the same ring. The Same Ring1 week ago in Short Stories

All power to the Soviets! Part 1. Preface.Author's note: There is two Russias. Ivan as the RSFSR (as the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic) and Anna (as the nowadays Russian Federation).

- I stop my activities as president of the USSR. - This phrase Gorbachev, which hammered the final nail in the coffin of the Soviet Union, was heard everywhere. Democrats led by Yeltsin triumphed. They won the USSR no longer exist. Someone has hastily took the Soviet flag out from the Kremlin. 70 years have been spend for building this country, but a bunch of traitors destroyed the Soviet Union for a few years.

The next day, December 26, 1991, the Soviet Union ceased to exist, disappeareAll power to the Soviets! Part 1. Preface.3 weeks ago in Short Stories

Golden Li(n)es - Chapter ZeroFirst Things First
In April 1st 1964 the president of our nation was removed of his function by the military force supposed to protect him and this country. The event was considerate a military coup and, of course, there was resistance. But that proved itself pretty fruitless in the beginning. Many were arrested, many disappeared, many were murdered, many suffered. Until the 15th of May in 1985, when the dictatorship was finished and power returned once more to the people, who now, after such hardship, should value freedom and fight continuously to maintain it.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the case, but that is a matter for latter. For now Golden Li(n)es - Chapter Zero9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Prologue1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters

Story Idea and Character ProfilesCharacter Profiles
Name: Andrea Bishop
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Tag: Yellow(Autism)
Race: Caucasian
Camp Location: Iowa, United States of America
Threat Level: Low
Additional Information: Subject appears to be higher functioning than most of her status. Is capable mimicking human activity almost perfectly—several guards have noted that it is difficult to tell what she is at first glance. Has no history of violence or delinquency.
Subject's AQ score is 37.
Name: Brandon Myles
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Tag: Red(Tourette's Syndrome)
Race: Caucasian
Camp Location: Florida, United States of America
Threat Level: Medium
Additional Information: Subject remained in constant human contact until he was twenty years of age; minor aggressive actions have been noted. Subject is married with one child.
Name: Mitchell Rorschach
Age: 19
Gender: Male
TagStory Idea and Character Profiles1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters

Serendipity ch. 1 Hands still wrapped around the now lukewarm cup of coffee; (which had ceased to lift it's steam into the air of the cafe), the white-blonde man tapped the toe of his black business shoes. His grey-green eyes were alert, and focused on his watch, which could be seen now that the long sleeve of his shirt had been slid up, exposing his pale wrist. But, everything about this curious man seemed pale; especially now; his gaze was overcast with worry, and the back of his neck prickled with beads of sweat; which couldn't be seen, but felt by himself.

"Another coffee, sir?" The waiter asked, spraying the counter with a squirt bottle, making the airSerendipity ch. 11 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Herobrine's Eyes: Part 1Herobrine's Eyes

Each mark on a human tells a story, stories that will never be forgotten. But, losing your eyes is more threatening than having scars.

Part 1: Not Your Ordinary Mob

???: *Looking left and right and runs toward a nearby tree* Damn it, the central is too far and it will take days just to get there.
???: Can we just run to the Central?
???: No Herobrine, it's far too dangerous to run, mobs will try and kill us.
Herobrine: But we'll be okay if we do! I promise!
???: *Sighs* Okay, but be see to look out for mobs.
Herobrine: *Nods and starts running*
All : *Reach the Central and enter*
???: Nice, we reached here in just an hHerobrine's Eyes: Part 15 days ago in Short Stories

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