Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 15
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.
Today, we have four pieces based on the idea of “transformation”, featuring mermaids, ancient goddesses, zombies, and more. Please enjoy and thank you all.
Denizen of the Dark
The mermaid approached the lone fisherman with a grace that seemed to defy the raging sea around them. Her long, flowing hair shone like liquid silver under the moonlight, and her shimmering scales sparkled in the inky black waters. The fisherman couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched her glide closer, her siren song echoing in his ears like a haunting melody.
She raised a slender hand to brush his weathered cheek, her touch as soft as a gentle breeze. Her sea-green eyes held a depth of ancient wisdom and an otherworldly allure that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Without a word, she beckoned him to follow her into the dark depths below, where unknown wonders awaited.
Mesmerized by her beauty and captivated by the mystery that surrounded her, the fisherman felt an irresistible pull towards the mermaid. With a mix of fear and fascination swirling in his chest, he took her hand and allowed himself to be led into the enchanting underwater world she called home.
(…)
Goddess Commands
The painting of the luminous goddess towering over the world hung in the grand gallery of the ancient castle, its colors shimmering with a supernatural glow. The intricate details of the goddess’s flowing robes seemed to dance in the flickering candlelight, casting a spellbinding aura over all who dared to gaze upon her divine form. Her eyes, painted with such depth and mystery, seemed to follow you wherever you moved, as if she held not just power over the world within the frame but also over the very souls of those who beheld her beauty.
Visitors would often find themselves drawn to the painting, unable to tear their eyes away from the mesmerizing sight. Some would stand before it for hours, lost in a trance-like state as if time itself had ceased to exist. And when they finally turned away, they would do so with a vacant look in their eyes, their movements slow and deliberate as if under a spell.
Rumors began to spread throughout the kingdom about the magical properties of the painting, whispered in hushed tones behind closed doors and in darkened tavern corners. Some claimed that the goddess could grant wishes to those who made an offering of their most cherished possession while others believed that staring into her eyes could reveal hidden truths about the future.
(…)
New World
The room that Mark found himself in was unlike any he had ever seen before. It was circular, with walls made of a shimmering, iridescent material that seemed to change color as he looked at it. In the center of the room was a large, ornate chair, and in that chair sat Erin, his next-door neighbor, her eyes glowing with a strange, otherworldly light.
“Welcome, Mark,” she said softly, her voice like a melody that he couldn’t help but want to listen to. “I want you to close your eyes and relax. Let your mind go blank, and just focus on the sound of my voice.”
Mark did as he was told, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as he slipped into a state of deep relaxation. He could feel Erin’s presence all around him, and he knew that she was in control now.
(…)
Profane Existence
As he cautiously approached his front door, John couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The air seemed heavier, the silence more suffocating than usual. His hand trembled slightly as he fumbled for his keys, the metal clinking loudly in the eerie stillness of the night. Finally, with a soft click, the door swung open to reveal the darkness lurking within.
Stepping inside, John’s heart skipped a beat as he saw her. A woman stood in the shadows of his living room, her back turned towards him. Long, tangled strands of hair cascaded down her slender frame, swaying gently as she turned to face him. But it was her face that made John’s blood run cold.
Her skin was pallid and mottled with patches of decay, her eyes sunken and hollow like twin pools of darkness. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, making John gag as he stumbled backwards in horror. This was not a living woman standing before him, but an abomination, one of Dr. Carpenter’s lab rats, no doubt set loose to keep him from talking and telling the world everything he knew.
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