Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 5
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Excerpts
Always Worth It
Charles clenched his teeth as he tried to break free from the thick ropes binding his chest, wrists, and ankles. They were too tight, and the friction caused red gashes to form all over his skin. His man cave, the only place in the house where he felt he could truly be himself, had turned into a living nightmare.
His girlfriend Amber stood in front of him, wearing her doctor’s scrubs while playing with a syringe filled with a fluorescent green liquid that nauseated him just by looking at it. It wasn’t poison, and yet it spelled death, anyway. If she got her way with it, his individuality would cease to exist.
“Please don’t do this!” he exclaimed.
(…)
Haunted
Before you read this, I want you to do something for me. Keep an open mind and clear any prejudice you may have regarding the existence of supernatural entities and how they can affect the world. You’ll probably think I’m crazy – and you won’t be the first! – but, if nothing else, let the account of my madness serve as a message to you. You’re not safe – no one is! Not as long as that painting exists.
Had you seen it at that flea market one horrible Winter morning as I did, you probably wouldn’t have looked twice. The square canvas depicting a red-clad middle-aged woman with a veil obscuring part of her face was but one of a bunch of similarly painted monstrosities on sale for a quick penny.
(…)
No More Freedom
Of all the things you could be doing today, you never imagined that sitting there with your eyes drooping, and your half-open mouth drooling all over the keyboard would be one of them, and yet you can no longer imagine a time when this was not only a reality but a deep craving that will never be fulfilled. It’s okay, pet. You need not think about such matters, the why and how of this came to be. To dwell on anything other than the present I’m giving you is a waste of your time and mine, so let’s not go there.
Instead, just continue as you are, breathing calmly and absorbing my words as if they are coming out of your own lips. They say everything your mind already knows yet refuses to commit to, the unquestionable truth that supports this world’s existence. That truth is…
(…)
You Need to Wake Up
The alarm clock atop her nightstand blared at exactly 7:45 am, urging Marsha to wake up and face the challenges of a new day. She rolled inside the bed and pushed the noisy object away, grumbling,
“Just a few more minutes.”
The dream she was having was too good to go to waste. In it, a tall, red-skinned woman with hardened wings and small horns protruding from her raven locks, sat atop her stomach, sharp nails groping her breasts, yet never drawing blood. The succubus had the most intoxicating of smiles, her shaved pussy exuding sweet pheromones that rendered her completely powerless.
“Going somewhere, dear?” she purred. “You know you’re not allowed to unless I give the order.”
(…)
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