The Fourth Wall
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Last published Fri, Sep 6, 2024
Have you ever wondered how your characters would react if they actually met you? I have, and I decided to write some fun short stories/flash fiction about them. Each has a different character from my many WIPs and doesn't spoil anything in the main book.
Consider them a little introduction to my characters and hints of their world, but also something fun and nonsensical.
Hope you enjoy this little teaser.
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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."Complete
Bliss
Just your basic 'He's the bad boy and she's the girl next door', type of story. Okay, Maybe not. It's more like 'He's a crazy, violent, anger prone lunatic and she's the girl next ward', but hey, they're pretty much the same thing, right? Wrong. -------------------------------- He leans in closer so I can feel his warm breath fanning across my face. "Why?" I ask softly. Staring into his eyes, urging him, begging him to spill all his deepest, darkest secrets. He gives me a half smile. "Because, you fascinate me." He says shortly. I'm lost for words, he's so close now I can almost taste the scent of his spearmint breath. I gulp. Slowly he raises a hand and cups the side of my face gently. "You, wear insanity like an accessory, you make it lust worthy and desirable. That's why." -------------------------------Complete
Flagrant Fragrant by Heron Djenne Canvasback
Some samples of my short stories and flash fiction. They cover multiple genres. Get ready to cry, laugh, scream, and smile. These stories are PG 13. *This short story collection is completed.*Complete
The Awakening
He opened the door ignoring her further protesting. He steps out on the porch and, as the night air blows, takes a deep breath. He stepped down and his mom followed him out. "Trevor." She hugged herself in the cold night. "Mom. I need to... I have to see her." He makes his way to the car. "She's gone, Trevor. She's not coming back."Complete
Chasing Shadows
Childhood friends, bound to fall in love. But what happens when love becomes an obsession? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you here?" I blurt out before I can stop myself, surprising both of us. He raises his eyebrows, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Mara, come sit down," he says, smiling and patting the empty space beside him. I shake my head but, despite myself, find my feet moving toward the couch. "Are you still mad at me?" He asks, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Shut up," I mutter, rolling my eyes. It's clear I've got some unresolved anger. "You're the one who wanted out, remember?" he says, the hint of a challenge in his tone. "You threw me out of your car and disappeared," I snap, bitterness dripping from my words. "Okay, not my finest move. But I had to," he replies, his eyes flickering with a brief, almost imperceptible pain. "Why are you back now? Why my dad's company? Is this some kind of game for you?" I ask, frustration edging my voice. "Oh, bunny," he says, sliding closer. My breath hitches at the sudden proximity. "I told you I'd never let us be apart again." He grabs my face with his hand, shaking it slightly as if to emphasize his point. I gasp at his words. "W-wha-" I say nervousness stealing my ability to form words. "Yes, bunny. This is not a game. Never apart again. Okay?" He says sliding his thumb over my bottom lip.
Troubles Ahead
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C'est La Vie
*** "Wanna know something funny..." He whispered as he leaned into me, His lips brushing gently against the shell of my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver throughout my body. His voice sounded deeper than usual, with a hint of an accent that I hadn't noticed before. And still, each word that passed his lips felt like silk covered barbed wire wrapping around me; trapping me to him. Loosening the tight grip he had on my hair, he gently pulled my head up from the ground and rested my body against his. Grabbing my chin and tilting my head back, he brought his eyes back to mine, controlling my body without saying a single word. I was unaware of what he was doing but before I could even react, he was covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth. I couldn't even think to hold my breath, as it was already too late, the Chloroform was already working its way into my system. My vision began to become fuzzy and I could feel myself slipping into darkness as my head fell back against his chest. I felt him press his lips softly against mine, using his hand to cup my head to hold me steady. Just before I lost consciousness and everything went black, I heard him whisper, his lips just barely brushing against my own, "I'm nothing like him...I'm a monster" ***
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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