Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 6
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Excerpts
Catching Up
Anne checked her watch for the thousandth time, mentally counting the seconds until Patricia’s arrival. It had been almost four years since the last time they were together, and she could barely contain the excitement. No one understood the ways of her mind like Patricia. She was the reason she had become such a horny hypno-slut.
The two had met in Memphis, following troubled times for both. Anne was coming out of a divorce after realizing no man could ever make her happy, and Patricia had recently been fired from the job she loved the most. After sitting next to one another at a bar for almost half an hour drinking their favorite poison all alone, they discovered the joy of sharing their misery together, and one thing led to another until they were pushing the limits of the hotel bed. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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His One Weakness
Damian Rivers was a successful man in every sense of the word. He was only fourteen when he invented a revolutionary chip that advanced the computer industry thirty years minimum. At sixteen, he was already a multi-millionaire, and less than a year later, his company featured prominently in the Fortune 500. Before he was old enough to drink, he had already sold the company for three times more than it was worth, and on the day of his 22nd birthday, he started a new venture that was even more successful than the first. The thirst for his inventive mind was real, and there was no way of telling when or if his winning streak would ever end.
In the eyes of both the public and his most direct competitors, it seemed Damian could do no wrong, but every man has a weakness no matter how much they try to hide it. His was known only by a select group of people, yet it only takes one bad apple to spoil the whole barrel. Damian was addicted to hypnotic eyes and his assistant Timothy had someone he was dying to introduce him to.
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Impossible Castle
Oliver wiped the sweat off his furrowed brow and glanced at the camera drone assigned to follow him during the last portion of his wondrous quest. Throughout the years, Impossible Castle had seen many contestants come and go. Usually, the audience’s favorites were the first to be eliminated, with the most disliked characters surviving long enough to get a chance at redemption. However, the fantasy contest’s name hadn’t come by accident. In over twenty editions, no one had ever made it to the end.
The ever-changing challenge comprised hundreds of rooms filled with traps, devious puzzles, and even brutal combat against heavily armored foes. It was not a competition for the faint of heart and anyone that tried to say otherwise was bound to get an axe to the head five minutes after setting foot on the main hub. Oliver, a.k.a. Crimson Warrior of the Flame of Darn had defied the producer’s expectations from day one with his cunning observation skills and propensity to think outside of the box.
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Meg’s Diet
Monday
I finally did it! I caved in. I was so fucking tired of hearing Meg rave about those diet pills of hers that I bought a box. I don’t believe they’ll work as she claims though I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt for now. I could stand to lose a few pounds to feel good about myself again. If I shed one pound a week without additional morning exercises, that would be great, but we’ll see. The pink tablets are waiting for me. Wish me luck.
Tuesday
Three in the morning, three before bedtime. It seems overkill to have so many of these a day but apparently, that’s how it goes. Meg was over the moon when I told her the news and is looking forward to seeing how I progress. It’s too early to pass any judgment, of course, but I can tell you this: the taste they leave in the mouth is as sweet as it gets.
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