A Flash Fiction a Day #5: President Ficus and the Downward Spiral

You are a president of your own land
You raise the taxes
You destroy private schools and put everyone in public school
At lunch you hold a meeting with congress

“I’m taking over this game!”

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A Flash Fiction a Day #5: President Ficus and the Downward Spiral

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.

Flash Fiction Time: Diamond Boy

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!

It’s Alright (A Flash Story A Day #3)

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.

Initialize (A Flash Story a Day #2)

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.

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

The Supper of the Fae

Driad_by_vidagr

In the blue forest of night

With candles abright

A young Driad whom calls herself Klea watches you skillfully

From the comfort of her trees

You are a visitor here

You come from Earth

The Earth you know is in a slow death

Earthquakes and high gas prices signal the apocalypse

But it is no big explosion of death

It is a slow death

The Driad spoke to you,

“Slowly your Earth is erased through storms and earthquakes

it is a slow death and a fast rebirth at the same time.

A slow death because nature is erasing everything

A fast revirth because you are still here, but your buildings are not.

You will start from scratch and live in simplicity.”

The Driad invited you to dinner, which she calls supper

And this meeting of magical creatures

was not like how you’d seen in a movie

Little fairies gave you a crown made of twigs

Big fairies—the Driads—make strange food

From dead insects and homemade dough pie

Their wolves could talk and sit on the wooden chairs at the tree-table

Gnomes were strange: they could float, talk science and eat fast

The unicorn hid itself away in the forest trees

Ten or fifteen little fairies would bring food to it

Little dragons would chirp in conversations with each other

And gobble up the wonderfully seasoned meat

And what about you?

You look around in happiness, see everything is bliss

And you believe the Driad’s words

You take one bite of the strange meat-bug pie

What say you?

Is it good?

(top image driad by vidagr from DeviantArt)

The Supper of the Fae

Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

Remembering… (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)

This was suppose to be posted as the first Prologue -_-

Silly me.

This is Ashuton’s past childhood, a distant memory of the torture a dragon shifter endures, even in their home country.

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Rome, 1737

He was on his hands and knees and stripped of his clothing. He didn’t commit the crime but they let their prejudice towards his mother cloud their minds. He looked down at the stairs, then at the bowl of scolding hot water. He looked at those elegant windows, three on each side and the giant door to divide them. The bright morning light shone in beautiful rays, but to him everything seemed gray. He looked at the water again and his eyes became teary.

Ashuton gritted his teeth, ready to receive the worst pain of his life. She slowly poured the water onto his back, and he couldn’t refrain from yelling. Camella hated to watch him in pain, so she turned her head away from the scene but she found it sadistic that she was thinking his yells of pain were seductive. Ida wanted the pain to last long. She wanted him to suffer.

Ida spoke cruelly, “You heal fast. Don’t worry if the water scars your back. Those will be gone, just like your mother.”

Once it was empty, Ida lowered herself to his level.

“Hopefully now you will realize who you need to respect, Scalebreath.”

Ridley did nothing to stop the treason and neither did the maids. Ashuton couldn’t hold himself; he fell down on the cold floors. The feeling of the water made him cringe. He couldn’t turn his eyes fully red nor green. Only his pupils turned a faded red color and his tears trickled into his mouth. The sting of the water, the agony, the shame, it all felt like needles piercing into his back and stealing away droplets of his life.

“Take him away.” Said Ida.

The swordsmen grabbed the boy by his arms and took him out of the Praying Room.

This was the life that Ashuton had become accustomed to when his mother and father were away on political business. He couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to tell them about how they tortured him.

Thomas and Charlie, his caring older brothers, rushed to their crying brother as he was carelessly hauled into the bedroom. The door slammed shut, causing a rude awakening in Thomas. In the room, in the seclusion of the comfort of his brothers, Ashuton could cry out his pain.

Charlie comfortingly spoke to his brother as he cried hysterically in his arms, “One day, pieto, one day, they will pay for all the hell they caused you.”

Thomas shook his head in shame and tried to suppress his oncoming anger, “they make a mockery of us. If they truly knew what we could do, errrr…sarebbero morti per mano del drago! I have to kill them…I have to…I must!”

Thomas bawled his fists as he contemplated the decisions floating in his mind.

“We must abide by the rules of the Moral Code,” said Charlie, “A dragon must never kill.”

Thomas angrily protested, “Why should I have to abide by those rules? Look at how they are torturing us—torturing Ashuton—it can’t go on.”

“You may be right; Tommy, but we can’t risk it. The council could have us thrown into the ca—”

“Stop it.”

Ashuton gazed at Charlie with those ruby red eyes of his.

“Please, stop talking.”

Such a simple command had a very deep meaning. That simple command gave notice to how damaged Ashuton was becoming. The three boys would stay in that room all day until Aaron and Seraphina returned. They would never speak of the recent events, nor would they mention a sliver of it. Their other siblings would never know…

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Prologue 00: Remembering (Fragments of a Dragon’s Memories)