Flash Fiction #1
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MatureComplete Fri, Jul 10, 202021m
"The soil under him was still moist from yesterday's rainfall. He could feel the coldness through his favourite black robe soothing his burning skin. The robe would be ruined after soaking in the soil for so long, but he did not care, for if they made it out of this alive he could buy a thousand robes, if he wanted to...."
This is a collection of short stories/flash fiction I wrote to words a friend of mine chose for me. Some of them deal with sensitive topics. I will put warnings in the title of those stories so that you will be able to skip those if you want!
I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them!
Chapters: 500 -1000 words
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Decadent
My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."Complete
The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}
The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact is made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come to get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run! I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in a frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps is gone. Soon I see a club insight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; I'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°¢°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to lightComplete
Love or Lust?
Shanté: You were in her room, Jonathan! Jonathan: Ok, ok, I understand that but- Shanté: No, just shut up, ok! You hurt me. Badly. And- Jonathan: You hurt me too, Shanté. Quit playing victim all the damn time. Shanté: Well then I guess we shouldn't be together. We shouldn't talk, we shouldn't text, we shouldn't anything. We just might hurt each other again. He tears up which causes me to tear up. I let my tears run down my face & he continues to fight his tears but there's one that's at the literal edge of his eye waiting to be free Jonathan: ...but we're in love. Shanté: Well we're just going to have to be in love from afar. Jonathan: Shanté, I JUST got you back. Please. I can't...I can't lose you again. The tear that was on the edge of his eye finally drops & another falls out the other. I look into the eyes I once fell in love with & force myself to say Shanté: ...I can't do this anymore. *leaves* 🚨🚨🚨🚨Cuss words, sexual content, & n-word use🚨🚨🚨🚨 -I posted this story last year but decided to make a couple of changes🙂- Ps - Every character in this story is black EXCEPT for Elizabeth😗✌️Complete
Altered
Have you ever met someone who alters the course of your life? For good or for bad, they've come in, given and taken, and then- BOOM! Your life was never the same. There's always a change, an altering of reality. When you meet those people, the reality that you've known your whole life is suddenly gone and a new one has taken its place. When those moments happen, there's no going back. You can try to return to the way things were but nothing, and I mean nothing, can take you back to exactly how it was. That's what happened to us. I think that's why we're still trying so desperately to get back to some sort of normalcy. Four years later and we're still on the ground, crawling, in search of the happiness that was lost that June. Summers will never be the same. Midnight walks through my neighborhood will never be the same. Field parties with bonfires and loud music will never be the same. I still don't know why you left and what lead you to the decision you made. What I do know is that we're here. We're alive and we're pushing forward to the future. A future that you're not a part of. But in some ways, I'm glad you're not a part of it. I just wish it wasn't like this. *** TRIGGER WARNING*** SA, abuse, suicide, substance abuse, and mental illness. This is a complete story that is much like life; fast, full of surprises, and not always how we want it to be. This has been a project of mine for over three years. It was self-published on Amazon, but after some issues in publication, I decided to just upload it on here. I hope you fall in love with these characters like I have. The friends in this story are trying to make names for themselves, figure out who they are, who they can trust, how to love, and how to separate themselves from a restrictive community. As in any coming of age story, they will experience growing pains... but will they survive them before its too late? PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.Complete
DIL-E-BEKHUDI ~ A Timeless Connection
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Dahlia's delinquent
your a girl casually walking the streets with your best friends on Halloween and by the end of the night your stumbling more than walking trying to get back to your beds. before going home though you all decided to be a little irresponsible and spend some time in the woods just having fun before going back to your own boring life's. but you never went back to your own life's and they would never be boring again. ⚠️dark romance 😉, all sex scenes will be gay, mummy issues, enemies to lovers 😫, blood and gore, vampire obsessed lesbians ( like myself ) this one's for you!,violence, talks of SH, ED ⚠️ KINK WARNINGS 🔞 - vampire ( obviously! ) - blindfold - handcuffs / hands tied to bed - extreme dominance - submissive ( only in bed ) - praise - neck kissing - hand chocking only enjoy :)Complete
Hara and the Witch
Hara and Plim have been questing together for years, adventuring beyond their homes and discovering the world as paid questers (they've also dethroned a few kings along the way). When they are asked by a witch of few words to take on a job, they think it will be simple: go into the forest, find the troll, take back what it stole. Only... revenge has a way of taking even the simplest job and turning it on its head. And when princes, heroes and old flames show up, the forest is the least of this trio's problems. Revenge, huh? *contains themes of mild violence* A NaNoWriMo 2020 novel. FEATURING: A TALKING BIRD, A WITCH WHO DOES NOT WEED HER GARDEN BUT REALLY SHOULD GET ON THAT, A GREEN HAIRED LADY, A BROOMSTICK, A BAKER CALLED REGINALD (he's very sweet), BROKEN HEARTS, WOMEN WHO BREAK OTHER WOMENS HEARTS AND THEN STOMP ON THEM LIKE HELLO THAT IS ENOUGH HEARTBREAK OH MORE STOMPING GEE THANKS AND FEMALE FRIENDSHIP. ~This story updates every Tuesday and Friday AEDT (hopefully, I mean that's the plan but it's early days, hmm?)!~ Follow me on instagram @wheretheromi for updates (and if you like witches and female friendship and magic, head over to my blog, wheretheromi.blogspot.com, for cute short stories and adventures.Complete
Braided Halo (Sweden x Abused! Reader)
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."
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