Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 2
Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2023. New pieces appear every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. The minimum pledge to read them before anyone else is $3 per month. and the number of pieces available is tied to the monthly pledge total so the more you support my efforts, the more you’ll get to read. Find out what they’re all about and check out some excerpts from this week’s update in this post.
Excerpts
A Good Dream
Lucy had always been prone to vivid dreams. Though she didn’t remember much from her childhood days, her mother used to tell her she would often wake up at night, recalling complex fabrications fraught with dangers and unexpected twists. When her eyes were closed, her imagination knew no bounds, and she loved to lose herself in those fantastic scenarios time and time again.
As she gradually lost her innocence to welcome the complex teenage years, many things changed in and around her, starting with her body, but the dreams never left her. The first real crushes awakened other urges in her that reflected in the visions she had in her warm bed when no one was watching. She never told anyone about them but the truth was undeniable. Something had stirred in her that her family would not understand. The boys were cute and all but the girls were the ones that made her heart flutter.
At the time, she didn’t know what the word lesbian meant nor how she was supposed to deal with the ever-growing lustful feelings inside her. She spent years trying to figure that out for herself, aided only by the imagery her mind conjured. The dreams became more and more frequent, relentless manifestations of her unfulfilled desires. She wanted to feel another woman’s lips on hers but, most importantly, she needed to give herself to her completely.
(…)
Ashley’s Videos
Dean and Richard couldn’t believe their eyes. The video they were watching on the latter’s phone showed a whole different side of Ashley, one that left little or nothing to the imagination.
“This has to be doctored, right?” Dean asked. “I mean, there’s no way she would ever do anything like this.”
“I don’t know, man. It looks pretty legit to me, and she’s quite the flexible minx, isn’t he?”
“Hey, cut it out!” Dean tapped the back of his friend’s head. “That’s my sister you’re talking about!”
“I’m just saying it as it is. I mean, look at this shit! How on earth can she bend her legs like that?” Richard zoomed in, eyes widening in a mix of surprise and genuine erotic satisfaction.
“I’ve seen enough. Turn it off.”
“Are you sure? Because we’re just getting to the better…”
(…)
Irresistible Threat
The Xarethian Commander exited the ovoid tube that connected the ship’s bridge to the Science Division and entered laboratory number 7 where a group of highly decorated military strategists had gathered to hear the latest – and troubling – findings concerning the Expansion process of their people.
For eons, the Xarethians had been a peaceful people living on the far edges of the known universe and staying out of everyone else’s businesses if they did the same. Despite possessing the technology to do so, they had no plans to venture out into the cold depths of space until necessity gave them no other choice.
One night, between the second and third moon and shortly before the annual harvest time, what appeared to be a normal meteor shower lighting up the purple skies of Xarethia with unending streaks of natural beauty became a nightmare of devastating proportions. A handful of space rocks that crashed on the planet’s surface carried within them a deadly parasitic organism that first contaminated several water streams and then spread to the rest of the vegetation and wildlife. Unstoppable by nature, the invading species triggered a mass exodus, the only chance the Xarethians had for survival.
(…)
Mental Ship
Nathan clenched his teeth and swiped the screen of his smartphone as if he was about ready to commit murder in the first degree. The game he was playing was unfair, a genuine cash grab in every sense of the word, and yet he couldn’t stop. He had to keep pushing forward because that’s what his Mistress had ordered.
The mechanics of the addictive app were surprisingly simple as it’s usually the case with things such as these. All he had to do was navigate a white horizontal line (described in the game’s files as a mental ship, whatever that meant) through a series of labyrinthine corridors where passageways were always opening and closing and sometimes forced the player to turn around and look for alternate paths to keep going. Early stages had almost no obstacles to contend with but as the levels progressed, the number of complications increased exponentially from electrified walls to paths bathed in complete darkness, fire-spewing cannons, hopping bombs, and whatnot. When he thought there couldn’t be any more bullshit added in, the devs always found a way to prove him wrong and he was already tired of their ill surprises.
(…)
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