Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 28
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Best Birthday Ever
As Daniel ascended from the depths of the ocean, he could feel the pressure in his ears lessen, and his movements becoming more laborious as he approached the surface. The weight of the small chest he carried in his hands seemed to increase with each passing moment, as if the ocean itself was trying to pull him back down into its subaquatic embrace. The water around him shimmered with refracted sunlight, casting an ethereal glow on a plain of vibrant coral reefs.
His lungs burned with the need for air, his chest tight with exertion as he kicked his way upward through the swirling currents. Debris from the sunken ship drifted around him, a haunting reminder of the vessel’s tragic fate. Daniel’s muscles ached from the strain of his prolonged dive, his body protesting as he pushed himself to reach the waiting boat above. A sudden cramp seized his leg, sending a jolt of pain through his body.
Gasping for breath, Daniel tried to push through the pain, but his movements grew sluggish and uncoordinated. He looked up and saw Mary’s figure waiting for him on the boat, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
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Crossword Puzzle
Theresa sat at her kitchen table, a ray of morning light casting a warm glow over the Sunday crossword spread out before her. Puzzles had always been a favorite pastime of hers, a way to unwind and exercise her mind in equal measure. But today’s crossword seemed different somehow, as if it held a secret waiting to be unraveled. As she began to fill in the squares, she noticed a pattern emerging. Each answer seemed to be a synonym of the word “hypnotized.” Confusion crept over her as she scanned the remaining clues, unsure if it was mere coincidence or something more sinister at play.
“For real?” she thought, her deep blue eyes jumping around the empty squares. She chewed the tip of the pen and continued to solve the riddles at hand.
The letters formed words that sent a shiver down Theresa’s spine. “Enthralled”, “Mesmerized”, “Spellbound”… each answer further solidifying the eerie pattern she couldn’t ignore. Her mind raced with possibilities – was someone watching her? Was this some elaborate mind game being played out through the crossword puzzle? She glanced out the window, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure lurking there, but there was nothing there save for a gentle breeze picking up leaves from the garden.
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Slaves Obey
Xander could feel the cold metal of the hexagonal table pressing against his back, the alien symbols etched into its surface glinting in the eerie light of the spacecraft. The walls around him seemed to pulse with a faint bioluminescent glow that was as sickening as enticing. In the corner of the room, a cluster of writhing tentacles twitched and coiled, their slick surfaces reflecting the fear in Xander’s eyes.
The alien vessel hummed with a low, ominous thrum, sending vibrations through the air that set Xander’s teeth on edge. The air was thick with a metallic scent, like ozone after a lightning strike, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried to struggle against his restraints, but they held firm, cutting into his skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot up his arms.
As he continued to fight his imprisonment, a dark blue tentacle freed itself from the undulating mass at his feet and slithered up his leg with a sickening squelch. Xander let out a strangled cry, feeling the icy touch of the alien appendage as it wound its way higher and higher.
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You’re All Mine!
“God, you’re so pathetic!” Emily laughed as she spat on Oliver’s face. “Say it, bitch! Say you’re the most pathetic creature on the face of the Earth!”
“I’m the most pathetic creature on the face of the Earth, Goddess!” Oliver said. “I deserve to be spat on, trampled, and anything else you wish to do to me.”
“Damn right you do!” Emily replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She had been planning this moment for months ever since reading a BDSM handbook online. The foul language and vivid descriptions therein made her dream of the power she could wiled over a helpless, submissive man. Now, her fantasies were becoming a cruel reality.
Oliver’s body trembled as he felt the cold, hard metal of the leash digging into his neck, the weight of the collar bearing down on him like an unyielding mountain. He could barely breathe, let alone escape the clutches of his dominant mistress.
(…)
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