Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 2
Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2024. 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.
A Good Day for Femdom Brainwashing
Margaret entered the auditorium and looked around, excited to see so many unfamiliar faces. The dark-haired executive was wearing a white satin shirt with the top button off and a leather skirt that made her ass look more enticing than it already was. Only a handful of people watched her sway her hips as she approached the stand but she would soon have everyone’s attention. She always did.
Everyone attending the first lecture of the morning came from DreamSigns’ Washington D.C. branch The majority were new hires with only a select few being in positions of leadership. They were all dressed in similar three-piece suits with colors ranging from gray to navy blue. The combination made for a pretty standard and dreary visual spectacle but it was all for the best. To the higher corporate signs, it was a signal of uniformity. The more everyone looked and acted the same the fewer chances of having people rebel against the ideals they were trying to promote.
Margaret took the stand and had a glass of lemon-flavored water, a ritual long upheld since her first days in the company. Without saying a word, she surveyed the room once again and nodded to the guards stationed at the two entrances to lock the doors. For the next two hours, no one was allowed to leave their seats or have any contact with the outside world.
(…)
Hey, Asshole!
Hey, asshole! Wake up! You’ve been asleep far too long already! Look at me! I want you to see the face of the woman who’s about to ruin your life forever.
You don’t remember me, do you? No, of course you don’t! Jerks like you never recall what they did wrong, but I’m going to help you see the light. Think back a little.
Three years ago, you and your drunk friends picked up a scary woman outside Las Vegas. That woman was me. I had just escaped an abusive relationship and you said you would help me. I was all bruised up and I trusted you to take me to the nearest hospital, but that’s not what you did. Instead. you threw me to the back of your stinky van and took advantage of me, one by one. It didn’t matter how much I screamed. You refused to stop and left me in a worse condition than I was before. When you were done with me, you discarded me on the highway, hoping I’d die, and I almost did. Yet, against all odds, a real good samaritan found me wandering in the middle of the night and made sure I had all the care I needed. I owe her my life and I’ll forever be thankful for what she did.
(…)
Incident
It was a tense meeting on the top floor of Grimes Laboratories Incorporated. The latest scandal to hit the company could very well be its death knell. All the major shareholders were concerned but the sentiment wasn’t shared by Victor Grimes, the CEO, and the woman sitting next to him, Dr. Roberta Magnusson. They shared a complicit look as they waited for the twelve men and women around them to stop bickering. They were not doomed, and they were going to prove it.
“How? Anson Walters, the man who had always been the most vocal about the current administration, spat. “How can you save this mess after all the evidence that’s out there already? There are videos of the whole incident with more than five hundred million views, for fuck’s sake! We’re done for.”
The incident he was referring to was a gas leak, but not the ordinary kind. An experimental nerve agent created in partnership with the U.S. Government had been released outside Chicago. The gas was a powerful hallucinogenic that made whoever was exposed to it more susceptible to outside influence, a real mind control weapon developed on American soil and tested on an unwilling segment of its population.
(…)
Make You Feel Better
Vivian was disappointed as she exited the theater. After years of waiting for the film adaptation of her favorite fantasy novel, The Weeping Witch, by Morgan S. Campbell, the result had been a mixed bag. The actors were on point for the most part, the special effects were good, but the story… oh, the story…
“Are you crying?” her girlfriend Amy looked her in the eyes as they sat in the car that was to get them home. “Was it that bad?”
“They changed so much…” Vivian tried hard to hold back the tears.
“With the original author’s seal of approval,” Amy smiled. “Wasn’t she the primary screenwriter?”
“Yeah. That’s what I don’t get. Why make so many alterations when the book is amazing as it is? Entire storylines were butchered and characters were turned into a travesty of themselves. Sometimes, I got the impression I was watching a bad piece of fan fiction on the big screen, and not the real deal. Why did they have to make a mockery out of the world of The Weeping Witch?”
(…)
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