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Golden Dreams

Romance and Abstract
Frantastic
4 comments
2 votes

As natural as can be he lies there sleeping. Thick lashes fluttering with dreams, I wonder what he sees as those eyes go left and right, up and down. In the soft golden sunlight that peeks in through the drapes he almost looks like he has a halo, mussed up hair glowing in the morning's kiss. How had I stumbled upon such an angel? Careful to not wake him I run my hand along his back, his skin as s...

The One and Only

Romance and Abstract
Frantastic
3 comments
2 votes

The mirror told no lies. It never would. It never could. It told her she looked beautiful, her make-up done to perfection. Not too much, he didn't like it if she wore too much - and on a day such as this, what he liked was top priority. Gently red stained lips and a small line of black round her eye, it was all she needed as far as he was concerned. Why cover up perfection? He always asked that w...

Amelia's Glory

Fantasy and Mystery
Frantastic
3 comments
2 votes

In a gentle drizzle it fell. Softly pattering the side-walk with low tones, sending ripples through the puddles which it kissed. Rain was beautiful. He was late. He was always late. Steam rose from her coffee cup and she smiled as it defied gravity, twirling in the dull air with subtle joy. Frowning at the silver crescent moon-shaped reflection on her coffee she looked up through the window and sm...

Eggs

Humour and Abstract
Frantastic
6 comments
4 votes

Eggs. Such a natural thing to eat and yet we fry them into submission, boil them alive, scramble them into obscurity or poach them to oblivion. People who can't cook eggs shouldn't even try, it's sacrilege as far as I'm concerned. Then again my mother always says I've the weirdest concepts, this from the woman who thinks she has to present every meal - even when baked beans on toast - as perfectly...

All In The Mind

Abstract
Frantastic
16 comments
12 votes

In that small singular windowed room the harsh afternoon sun blazed in, making the air as thick as it was warm. The door had closed with a bang, like the sealing of a coffin. My palms sweated though it was not due to the heat, my heart hammered in my ears and my throat was incredibly dry. Fear was dancing round my body with renewed energy. There was a table and chairs but I knew sitting down would...

Blue Blood (Part2)

Fantasy and Abstract
Frantastic
2 comments
1 vote

There is no glory in death. He cares not if you have died in battle, anguish, in saving another, by your own hand, by someone else's in cold murder or simply through time itself. No he does not care. Judgement is not within his powers, that is for those beyond his clasping hands. Death is simply a traveller each of us must come to know at some point or another, eventually he will knock on our door...

Death's Catalyst (Part 6)

Crime, Abstract and Thriller
Frantastic
2 comments
2 votes

Squirm. Squirm. Squirm. Like a little insect he wriggled around on the floor, eyes white as they rolled back, mouth ajar with tight groans of agony stuttering past his greasy lips. The large balding purple head looked like an overripe blueberry that needed to be squished. I was all too willing."How do you do that?" we hadn't spoken a word since getting in the car, I didn't quite understa...

Blue Blood

Fantasy
Frantastic
3 comments
2 votes

Does being optimistic mean you're naive? If you believe so does that make you a pessimist or a realist? If you're a realist can you have dreams? If not, does that make you hopeless? Or if you can have dreams does that make you foolish? By being foolish are you as a child? As a child are you naive? If you're naive are you forever optimistic? - By asking all these questions.... what am I? The whole ...

Death's Catalyst (Part 5)

Abstract and Thriller
Frantastic
3 comments
1 vote

Time hadn't occurred to me, it regularly didn't these days. It didn't seem to matter, the sun came up then the sun went down. That was it. I was alone in the showers, the cubicles a strange yellow and cold as I clasped the door to stagger inside. Legs burning, arm throbbing and head fizzing. My body hated me. The water was perfectly warm as it hugged my overworked muscles, steamed billowed up an...

Death's Catalyst (Part 4)

Abstract and Thriller
Frantastic
5 comments
3 votes

"Who the hell're you then?" barked the tallest whilst fatty edged towards the window. I looked left and right in a shifty manner making squeaky noises, "Oi I asked a question dumbass." he snarled again pulling his gun, fatty did the same when a few steps away. "I- I- I..." All I had to do was stall for long enough for Maxim to be with the others safe and sound, then I...

Death's Catalyst (Part 3)

Abstract and Thriller
Frantastic
4 comments
2 votes

Silent as the ghost I hoped the become I entered the room. It was small and only lit by one lamp but I saw him in an instant, tied to a large wooden table he sat hunched over. I knew very well he would have heard me enter, but was probably expecting his questioner again and therefore didn't look up from his pitiful position. As much as I'd hoped for my feelings for him to have faded at least a lit...

Death's Catalyst (Part 2)

Mystery, Abstract and Thriller
Frantastic
3 comments
2 votes

Through my past I swam. Like an oily lagoon the water was thick and heavy, the faces I'd known, loved and fought for flickered in and out of sight. Along with these were the waxy faces of those I'd killed, their screams echoing through the darkness as my frantic limbs struggled on - searching for a shred of light. Of retribution. Was there forgiveness for such crimes? Could I repent more than I al...

Missing Pieces Part 3

Abstract
Frantastic
2 comments
1 vote

Moving Day. Men coming and going with my life in their burly arms. Not one of them even contemplating the importance of what they lugged around. Dad told me I had plenty of time to say goodbye to the place, I could always come to visit, the house was only on the market, it wouldn't be sold for quite a while yet. I was glad, I could see myself wanting to come along and see the place before someone ...

Missing Pieces (Part 2 finish that didn't fit)

Abstract
Frantastic
3 comments
1 vote

I turned to get the coffees. "So what's going to happen?" "I was thinking a small ceremony and-" "No I meant... I meant with me Dad." "Oh..." I passed him his coffee and there was silence for a few seconds, "Well whatever you want really. You'll be eighteen next year... I don't know. You've done you Higher exams haven't you?" "Yeah, got my fiv...

(revised) Missing Pieces Part 2

Abstract
Frantastic
3 comments
1 vote

Shoes. Their trainers, boots, slippers and sandals, all strewn upon the porch floor. Such simple things yet ones that held such memories. The air had been cold within the house, but it smelt of them, of us. Of our little family. Swallowing new sobs I continued on to the kitchen where Dad had begun to make the tea, he'd talked about my school work and anything else that came to him - determined to ...

Death's Catalyst (Part 1)

Crime, Fantasy and Mystery
Frantastic
4 comments
3 votes

Death shook my hand and left. My hand was cold as it lingered in mid air, each nerve frozen into place. I watched him go with mild curiosity - I would have expected shock, horror, fear. None of these came to visit me, only curiosity sat there in a comfortable chair, flat cap on and pipe hanging out of it's smirking mouth. I watched Death leave through the library's oak door and looked dow...

Reflections Of A Mouse

Fable and Abstract
Frantastic
11 comments
6 votes

My whiskers twitched whilst I watched from the hole in the wall. Carefully hidden beside the pink-coloured set of drawers my small beady eyes twinkled in the wakening sunlight. Yet there was a change that dawn. I'd never beheld Death this closely before. I’d seen what was left in its wake but now I saw it not a metre away from my home. The long black cloak slithered across the floor, filling...

Stupid Pigeons

Humour, Fable and Abstract
Frantastic
3 comments
3 votes

Nasty little things the lot of them. The scourge of London city. Thousands of them swarming about like insects; scavenging wherever and whenever they can, their tiny heads bobbing about as they scuttle to and fro. No matter how hard we try we just can't get rid of them. Bloody tourists. I fly here and there, my grey body usually fading into the grey sky above. On occasion I'll see a particularly ...

The Abyss

Abstract
Frantastic
6 comments
2 votes

Total darkness. It was like being swallowed up by some great beast. I'd never been here before - not this deep anyway. It seemed somehow too surreal to comprehend, the air was heavy as my breaths came quicker than before and my frantic pulse throbbed my entire being. This was what panic felt like. I didn't dare move a singular inch - I was completely lost in the abyss before me. The usual adjustme...

(Edited version) Stranger In The Dark

Mystery and Thriller
Frantastic
6 comments
3 votes

Gazing out from the window of the taxi, Raven's red lips curled upwards softly. It was a beautiful night. The driver didn't ask for payment as he was anxious to get her out of his cab - he didn't know why, but the woman in the back seat sent shivers down his spine every time her dark eyes caught his in the mirror. Something deep within the soulless stare would gleam menacingly and make him sweat w...

Weathering the Storm (part 1)

Mystery and Abstract
Frantastic
0 comments
1 vote

The grey sky rumbled and groaned, weighed down by the rain that plummeted onto the grey courtyard below. Abbi gazed out of the arched window, searching for a break in the bleak overhanging clouds, there wasn't one in sight. Leaning against the stone wall she sighed heavily, the rain had been around for too long. It was hard to remember what sunshine felt like. It was a Friday afternoon in Silverst...

Missing pieces

Abstract
Frantastic
0 comments
4 votes

I'd woken up slowly, my eyelids heavy as I fought them open. Vague shapes dressed in a clinical blue had swam past and faceless voices had bubbled about randomly, the white bright lights above had buzzed and flickered irritatingly. With even the slightest of movement my vision had spun as though I were on a rollercoaster. Tubing was going up my nose, now that I knee it was there the sensation was ...

New Girl

Abstract
Frantastic
2 comments
3 votes

Slowly I drew in a long and replenishing breath, the cold air swirled round my lungs and tickled my nose playfully. The mist was heavy, like a thick oily shroud as I waded through nonetheless. No wind. Of course there was no wind here, this was nowhere. My long black hair hung limply down my back to my waist and my pale skin had slight goosebumps on it due to the cold, and yet the cold wasn't unco...

Dead End

Fantasy, Horror and Thriller
Frantastic
8 comments
4 votes

I didn't know who or what I was pushing against but my god were they strong! My hands were already bleeding after the glass incident, as a last attempt to shut them out, I thumped my shoulder hard against the metal door. Thankfully it did the trick, and gave a metallic groan as I securely did the lock. I knew they were still out there, the sound of their hot breath rattling out of them was stil...

Stranger In The Dark

Mystery and Thriller
Frantastic
16 comments
6 votes

As she gazed out from the taxi window the stranger's red lips curled upwards. The driver didn't ask for payment as he was anxious to get her out of his cab, he didn't know why, but the woman in the back seat sent shivers down his spine every time her dark eyes caught his in the mirror. Something deep within the black, soulles stare would gleam menacingly and cause his brow to sweat. A leathe...