Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 20
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Dark Realms
The old, abandoned house loomed over Wilmington Road like a forgotten sentinel, its weathered exterior bearing the scars of time and neglect. Ivy crept up the crumbling walls, winding its way around broken windows and sagging shutters.
The air around it seemed to whisper tales of the past, tales of a dark and troubled history. Once, it belonged to slave owners during the turbulent era of the American Civil War, where unspeakable horrors were whispered to have taken place within its walls. Nobody dared to venture near this forsaken place, except for Kate.
She was a young writer with a penchant for the macabre, drawn to the mysteries that shrouded the dusty place like a rodent wandering too close to a deadly trap. She was always inspired there, especially on moonless nights under a heavy blanket of thick, gray clouds.
The front door creaked on rusty hinges, inviting Kate into the darkness within. As she stepped inside, the familiar scent of decay filled her nostrils, invigorating her. Heavy footsteps echoed through the empty rooms, the floorboards groaning beneath her weight.
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Distracted
Victoria’s study was a haven of tranquility amidst the bustling city outside. The soft glow of the metal lamp on her desk illuminated the room, casting a warm light over the shelves lined with leather-bound books and the fluffy rug covering the hardwood floor. The air was heavy with the scent of vetiver, her favorite fragrance that never failed to soothe her racing thoughts.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing out the latest task assigned to her by Goddess Zoe. Victoria had been serving her online Mistress for years, finding solace and purpose in fulfilling her every command. There was a sense of anticipation that filled her as she completed each task, knowing that she was pleasing her Mistress and earning her favor.
Tonight’s assignment was no different – an intricate tapestry of exciting metaphors, designed to test Victoria’s obedience and devotion. BDSM was always exciting with Goddess Zoe at the helm.
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Floating
Timothy floated in a sea of green nothingness, weightless and serene. The gentle sensation of water enveloped his body, cutting him off from the outside world. As he lay alone in the new sensory deprivation tank at the back of the gym where he used to work out, his mind began to drift into a state of deep relaxation.
It was so peaceful in there, the perfect remedy for the waves of stress Reality insisted on throwing against him trying to drown him in helplessness and despair. It never worked because he was strong of heart and mind and had this haven to go when things threatened to get out of hand. Ah, how he loved to drift away inside the ovoid tank, like he was back in the womb, still waiting for his time to be born.
Timothy was always happy in there even if there were times he didn’t feel quite alone. Sometimes, he had impressions of sound echoing in his ears, whispers that came from all around him and even from inside the deepest parts of his subconscious mind. Soft, soothing female voices laden with tempting fantasies were the most prominent amidst the penetrating void.
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In Their World
Colin’s heart raced as he looked around, feeling a growing sense of discomfort and unease. The forest, once familiar and comforting, had become ominous and confusing. The trees swayed in the breeze, their leaves rustling like otherworldly whispers that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up to attention. There was something wrong, but he didn’t know what it was.
The sunlight filtering through the dense foliage above cast dappled patterns on the forest floor. He tried to retrace his steps, but the trail he had been following had vanished without a trace. Every tree looked the same, every rock identical to the last. His thoughts spun like a top as he struggled to keep calm. Was he going in circles? Which way should he turn? Panic began to bubble up inside him like a furious geyser as he realized he could be lost in the depths of the ancient woods.
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