Flash Fiction Time: Diamond Boy


I’m back with another flash story! It’s not for a weekly event or anything. It’s for a book I want to do called Eden. The writing prompt I used is “she sings” from a list of 400 prompts but I changed it to “he sings.” As always if you enjoy this, like and comment. Also support me on Patreon. You could name a character for a story! ^.^

The diamonds around his neck were the pride and joy of 55 Cancrie. Although worthless on Earth they were special to him for their beauty.

Whenever he danced in the club of the future he always wore multi-colored jewelry to give himself extra allure–extra POP!

Emeralds, Rubies, Lapis, Rose Quartz and even a few colored diamonds alongside the pure ones; he’d wear more than just those

He’d wear any gem that pleased his fashion senses but he always had a diamond visible somewhere on his body.

Diamond, Diamond, Diamond!

Oh, Cancrie, how I love you!

When a trader bought a red diamond to him for inspection he couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the pure gem. Impure or not, the diamond always had a place in his heart. He fashioned it onto his necklace and shone it to the light. Even it agreed the diamond was beautiful because the dimond’s red lights reflected beautifully on the wall.


“Even the world’s most worthless diamonds hold value in my eyes,” he held his necklace up to the sky and exhaled while nostalgic memories were uprooted. “If it sparkles and shines beautifully, it’s mine.”
He danced longer than usual tonight. Twirls, leaps, a few ballet moves and a few dirty ones were the crux of his performance. The red diamond sparkled and dangled as he moved. It swished about and klacked against the other diamonds it was nestled with on the necklace.
He could hear them chanting his name as he made every move

Rinaldo! Rinaldo! Rinaldo! Rinaldo!

He was so happy that he felt like he was on cloud 9

Or even better! Heaven!

The diamond was happy too.

If you look closely you’ll see it glow a little bit.

He felt the diamond’s happiness; it added considerably to his own

All of this was like a gematic climax
At the end of his performance he bowed to the audience.

They showed their admiration by throwing flowers and money onto the stage.

He collected them all and proceeded into the back room.

He took a moment to catch a breather

His gem was cooling down too. It’s glow was slowly dimming.
Gently he placed his hand upon his necklace of diamonds. He closed his eyes and breathed three words of appreciation to it–specifically the red one.
“Thank you, dear.”

“Anytime.” It responded back through feelings. “Let’s do this again! That was fun.”

“Don’t worry. We have plenty more years of this ahead for us.”

All things don’t end happily.

If he hadn’t been stabbed in the back by a barbed sword, he might’ve celebrated tonight by watching a movie with his gems.

The last words he heard were “Die.”

Why?

Why?

He collapsed onto the floor with his gems. Even in death he wouldn’t let them go because he knew he’d be back.

Still, it hurts to be stabbed out of spite.

Who did this? It’s all he wanted to know.

Before closing his eyes to rest he recited his words to the trader and many other people who asked about his beautiful collection of gems.
“If it sparkles and shines…it’s mine.”

Author Notes/Context: the fact that the boy, Rinaldo, is a dancer is my showing of how I want more boys in girlish roles. Rinaldo is also Ashuton’s son and he has his own blog! Prodigaldragon.wordpress.com

I plan on illustrating this for now but until then, have the boy in the featured image as Rinaldo’s face claim. I think some of you might think this story has references to Steven Universe and it does! There’s only one reference though: Lapis and Rose. The rest of this is not SU-inspired. I think it’s cute though if you think of Rinaldo’s diamonds as part of the Diamond Authority.

Candy (A Flash Fic A Day #4.5)


“Hi! My name is S–!!”

“I immediately don’t care.”

Mr. Grumpy Wuss was stuck on a bullet train with a kid who never ever shut his mouth. The commute to his ten-year-old job was a long one. Long and arduous with this kid.

The boy went on and on about candy and “the joys of candy creation” and how candy was LIVING. Either this kid was high off horror video games or he was truly a nut. Mr. Grumpy Wuss was vocal about his hatred of candy.

Unhealthy, mind-controlling cholesterol-raising POISON!

Candy is not real

Candy cannot speak

Candy does not have a visage

Nor a heart.

The boy hated people like Grumpy Wuss. Candy is real.

However…those who don’t believe never truly see the Candy God’s light.

This world is nothing but candy. Soda and lollipops, gummy worms and chocolate bars. Mr. Grumpy Wuss was surrounded and forced to eat.

An old man doesn’t last long on sugar alone.

The boy’s haughty laugh echoes inside Grump Wuss’s head. An “I told you so!!” meant to poke fun at his stupidity.

Gummy worms crawl through the old man’s nose and push his eyes out.

His blood, once metallic and bland, becomes rich maple syrup that drizzles upon the ground.

His skin is now like the outer layer of those stretchy sour candies.

The green-haired boy feasts—and what a feast it is!

Context: Ugh I am almost late again. I forgot today’s story so I whipped up this quick poetic gem. The boy and Grumpy Wuss will be back again ^.^

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AngelCry (A flash Fic a Day #4)


Ever wonder what happens to an angel that becomes corrupted by a demon? It becomes dark—blackened beyond recognition—a heart so icy and lustful that nothing could ever come of it.

She loves me. She really loves me. It doesn’t matter what they say about the demons. She’s different.

This is what Arcändor believed. He thought the vixen he met in the Black Forest was misunderstood. He thought so many things.

When he saw her…or him…they fought, they talked and they danced among the thorny black pillars of the forest. Their dances lasted ages, to music neither of them could hear on their own.

By holding hands they could hear the song in each other’s hearts. She—or he—could hear his song. It was so pure it nearly disgusted him on the inside. The vixen, male or female, wanted this angel for herself. The vixen’s song was pure but wrapped in a bag of maggots.

There was no purity.

It was all a lie.

Arcändor is strapped into a bed. The vixen surveys his latest prey as the other demons in his horde gather ’round. They climb into the bed and begin feasting on the angel’s flesh.

“What’s…happening??”

Arcändor is kissed by his two-faced lover.

“It’s alright.” She (he…) says. The soft wet kiss is a blind reassurance.

“Right now, Arcä, I will make you one of us.” The vixen rides the angel gently. His soft movements give way to a single, heart-stopping feeling. Arcändor’s light huffs make vixen go faster.

His pleasure fuels the demon.

As the others feast upon him their poisoned, cream-colored saliva taints his blood. Anything angelic is stripped away

—covered

              demonic traits are plastered onto an angelic soul.

    A converted demon would be created but…Arcändor is different. He angel traits are buried deep

         retiring into the recess of sleep.

Arkändor loves the vixen’s wiles

       —the way he (she?) moves and how he (she?) feels on the inside. It’s almost holy (unholy…)

Arcändor’s golden eyes become shimmering red. The blood of demons rushes to his head and clouds his vision. A million screams swirl around, sounds spiraling like a spinning wheel, until it all becomes clear.

He feels their hive-like structure. He is connected to the High Demon.

       (Heaven will never welcome him back unless he repents)

Arcändor pushed his lover down and takes over. Deep inside h realizes the mistake he has made. He isn’t a true angel anymore. He was fooled—played like a fiddle

        by this slutty boy;

        this…vixen.

The deep anger he feels comes out as hatred. It bleeds through the hard, pounding movements as he angrily fucks this vixen into exhaustion.

“s-someone’s hungry.” The vixen laughs as he’s uncomfortably hit by Arcändor’s hard thrusts.

Arcändor’s only response is a heavy growl of a phrase.

“Shut up.”

The other demons, crawling on all fours, take a step back as they feel Arcändor’s anger. It hits them like a cloud and weighs them down with fear. Threats of death linger over them and they hate it.

Arcändor bites into vixen’s neck with his new set of demon fangs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Vixen screams in pain as a chunk is shredded

     A chunk of glesh is RIPPED and PULLED until it is separated from his body.

The demons are in shock.

Arcändor swallows it whole. The unnatural flesh burns his throat but fuck if he cares. It doesn’t matter anymore.

He looks down at vixen. The demomboy’s eyes are glistening

Tear moisted

Wide

Arcändor mutters only one word.

“Die.”

Context: I thought I could fit another story, an original one this time, but the clock already reached 12 AM. *le sigh*

I saw the picture of the angel boy and immediately knew what I wanted to write. The prompt I used is by Nancy Stohlman:

“13: Write a story that deals with or includes some aspect of a taboo.”

I figured “how about a demon turning an angel?” At first I actually wanted vixen to have remorse but we all know demons aren’t capable of that on their own. Plus it’s a cliche. I still want to avoid those. 

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It’s Alright (A Flash Story A Day #3)


It was scary and rainy outside. The rushing water beats upon the old windows with such ferocity that it sounds like an invasion of bullets.

The little girl is afraid. She holds onto Toy Chica’s plastic arm tightly. The animatronic does not move. The only thing she does is huff. The girl is okay with that. It means Chica is living—Chica is real.

“My friends aren’t coming back.” She says. “I know they’re dead.”

There’s slight movement in Chica’s arm. The words “friends” and “dead” triggers her in such a way that anger resurfaces, makes her tick.

She utters something. For the first time in years the raspy voice of the spirit speaks. “We have something in common. My friends died too.”

“Maybe you’ll meet them one day.” The girl responds. “I know I’ll be meeting mine soon.”

The footsteps draw near. The Purple Man is hungry and dying for a new treat. The girl is perfect—fresh and young.

He spots her near Chica. She’s holding onto the animatronic like a babe holds onto its mother.

Chica is ready to battle. To save this little girl she is prepared to go to war against this man.

“It’s alright.” She says. “I won’t fail to protect you.”

Context: I almost missed today’s story so I decided today’s flash fic will be a fanfic. I’m better at writing those currently until I fully get “back into” my space dragon world.
The art is by Adry53. It’s lovely!

Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)


He expected the weird food cravings, the mood swings and other things human females are plagued with during pregnancy. Rinaldo was carrying his first egg and yet…he wasn’t struck with the weird symptoms of pregnancy like he expected. He was moody, yes, but he wasn’t craving any strange food. What came with the pregnancy was the intense pain in his entire lower body. He could hardly walk. Each step triggered jolts of pain that ripped through his body in burning rage. Rinaldo brushed his hair back as he tried focusing on the book he was reading. He hated books but it’s the only thing nearby. The pain starts to attack him while he’s immobile.

“—Fuck…”

He rocks back and forth thinking that’ll ease the sharp stabbing pains in his sides.

It doesn’t.

His nimble hands tremble when turning the page as his lithe body shivers with anxiety.

All this pain

All this hurt

and for what? One egg?

It’s worth it. He’s convinced himself it’s worth it.
Later in the day the pain intensifies so much that he is rendered motionless.

“—ACK!!!”

His abdomen is pummeled by a strange poking feeling. His sides feel as if they’re stabbed repeatedly. On top of that he feels like he’s going to give birth to a rock out of his ass!

He’s suffering alone. He doesn’t know what to do.

Well his body has had enough suffering. Without warning it shifts into his dragon form. It’s quick and painless. The awful feelings that plagued his human form had faded away slowly. It was such a relief!

Now that he was his dragonself it is easier to push the egg out. It takes effort but after a few pushes he is able to get that thing out.

He’s made a bloody mess in his uncle’s bathroom but at least the egg is birthed and safe. Rinaldo, unable to move and switch back, protectively lays with his egg. He’ll move once his body heals. His egg takes high priority. It must stay warm and in his company. The hatchling inside needs his warmth and love to grow.

He’ll NEVER let it out of his sight.

—•end

Context: this is for Initialize; a short collection abooooout—guess what?—MALE PREGNANCYYYYY. Before you go “EWWWWWW” it’s not standard male pregnancy. Think SEAHORSES. It’s about how male dragons give birth to the egg. It’s not about male humans giving birth to actual babies. That shit sounds like it hurts like a motherfucker >.<
I almost didn’t make it for today’s flash story thing. What happened today? I was busy listening to Shimotsuki albums while being uncomfortable. I also got super tired.
Oh hey, the boy in the featured image isn’t Rinaldo but he’s close to how Rinaldo looks.

In Triola, love is not lost (A Flash Fiction A Day #1)


Atop the highest hill in Triola; Sylvio, Josh, Sylvio’s mother Narcissus and her protecter Argolon sit in silence to enjoy the view. Even Talkven is there with them. He’s busy making Narcissus and Argolon sip tea with him.
Sylvio and Josh sit away from them. Together they watch the clouds as they sit side-by-side. Sylvio rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder while Josh keeps his eyes on the sky (but occasionally acknowledges his boyfriend with a loving smile).

Despite the harsh circumstances Sylvio found peace in Triola. He desired to live here forever but not in the grasp of that man.

Right now he doesn’t think about him. He thinks only about his mother and true love: Josh. There’s a world of comfort in Josh and Sylvio is eager to protect it.

“Look at the clouds.” He says to Josh. “They’re so pretty.”

“Yeah.”

Josh feels Sylvio’s hand covering his. For this moment of peace there is a feeling of being on Cloud 9. Sylvio’s hand tightens a bit, because he doesn’t want to let go.

Ever.

——

Author Notes: I had to wait 6 days to post this because each time it was evening or later when I wanted to share it =_=

This story is about Ashuton and Narcissus’s son Sylvio. I’m glad I finally get to do a story with him. I’ve crafted a long complex storyline for him. I told myself that the day I write about Ashuton’s children it would be the most exciting day in TSODR history.

That day has come.

(I’m still kinda mad at myself that it took so long xc )

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