Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 16

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.

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Excerpts

 

Afraid

(…)

“What do you think about hypnosis?”

Beverly smiled, a hint of warmth in her emerald eyes. “It’s fantastic. I’ve been to a few sessions already and it’s been really wonderful. It can help you relax and open up to things you wouldn’t normally think of. It’s a wonderful way to help manage your stress and worries.”

Gloria nodded as she listened. Her stomach was in knots; the thought of being hypnotized for the first time terrified her on a primal level but was determined to give it a try.

“I’m really scared,” she admitted. “Would you say it’s safe?”

Beverly reached out and gave Gloria’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Oh, absolutely! You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise.”

(…)


Mutation

Estelle Simpson sat on her porch, gazing out into the overcast day beyond. The sun was just starting to set, casting a dull orange light across the sky and the trees of the forest beyond. She had been feeling uneasy all day, a feeling like something was about to happen. The birds had long since stopped singing, and the wind had died down to a whisper.

She was changing. She could feel it in her trembling body and, worse, in her soul. She had been told that the chemicals she had been exposed to in the laboratory were completely harmless yet she knew that wasn’t true. Her employers were liars, cynic bastards who accepted blood money to develop biological weapons under the guise of beauty products for the whole family. A virus of undescribable power now ran through her veins and her life would never be the same again.

(…)


New Role

Dean stared blankly at Harriet’s shiny stockings as she dangled them back and forth, back and forth… Ever since the two of them had begun exploring hypnotic fantasies together, she had used many different techniques and focal points to put him under, but this was bound to become a new favorite. Her tanned legs had never looked more inviting, and the way the candle lights in her room reflected on the stockings’ fabric created a sensorial experience that was hard to explain. He was already drifting for her long before she began talking.

“Follow me, sweetie,” she purred. “Listen to the sound of my voice and sink into the stockings. You can feel them brushing your wrists and sliding across your neck. The sweet touch is telling your mind and body to deeper, so fall without guilt into the abyss of pleasure that awaits you. You’re safe with me, now and forever. Sleep!”

(…)


Power Reborn

You don’t know my name. Up until recently, no one did. Even I had allowed it to fade away from Time and Memory, but things changed on the last day of Spring.

It was the day I awoke from a slumber of a thousand years, in the numbing darkness that had been my home. I had been forgotten, cast aside like all forgotten entities that go out of fashion and disappear in the shadows. I had been sleeping in the depths of the earth, away from the eyes of mortals, until I felt a stirring within me, a new blessing, a whispered prayer that brought me to life.

I rose up from the depths and returned to the world above. I followed the prayer that seemed to call out to me and found myself drawn to the bright light of a nearby star. Beyond it, stood a white house with a red roof and, inside it, was the source of the mysterious calling: it was an old man in his late eighties, his body frail and withered, his eyes closed in silent prayer.

(…)

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S. B.

Simple Being, Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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