Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 3

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.

Breaking the Law

Walter veered to the right as he reached the intersection of 10th and 12th Street. That section of the city was currently on renovation but the working hours were over and the laser barriers were down. Someone’s forgetfulness could very well be his ticket to avoiding rush hour. Normally, he would never do something so foolish but it was getting late and his wife had been adamant about their anniversary plans. If he was one minute late for dinner, he was in for a world of pain.

The successful lawyer hated pain, but he hated disappointing her more than anything. On that day, breaking a law or two was more than justified.

When his vehicle entered the sectioned area, he immediately activated Stealth Mode, an active camouflage system to avoid detection by police cameras and drones in the sky. Only government officials were allowed to have it in their cars and he wasn’t one. However, his wife was, so technically he was in the clear. If anyone dared to stop him, he would use that to his advantage and be done with it.

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Counting the Law

Today, you’re going to learn how to count down from ten to one and before you say you already know how to do that, not like this you don’t. This is also a list of your weekly transgressions and boy, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do! Let’s begin.

Ten. That is the number of times you were caught talking to the neighbors which is strictly forbidden. While you’re at my service, you don’t talk to anyone else but me. If I want you to interact with anyone else, I’ll be there with you, instructing you on what to say and how to act, no exceptions!

Nine. Those were the times you swore out loud. I don’t care how frustrated you are with your current situation but foul language of any kind is also unacceptable unless it’s me telling you what a worthless fucktard you are. Try doing that again, and I swear I’ll glue your mouth shut..

Eight. Not content with swearing, you also rolled your eyes at me when I told you how I wanted to see things done. That kind of attitude is unbefitting of a slave. If you’re not willing to be properly trained then what are you good for? Nothing, I tell you. Absolutely nothing.

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Exploding Brains

Alexandra Ryder sat in a dark basement, looking down at the tied man at her feet. He was the only one left after surrendering his other five accomplices to government custody. The man was called Alan Walker, the leader of an up until then fairly unknown domestic terrorist organization who had decided to join the big league with an audacious plan. The secret agent/hypnotist had stumbled upon them by accident, but as she liked to say, sometimes accidents happened for a reason, and hers was clear. She was going to make him pay, one way or another.

“I have to say you’re a real piece of work,” she tapped the black plastic stool she was sitting on and continued, “but you’re not as brave as you think you are. Playing with bombs and preparing to blow up a school full of kids? That’s as moronic and revolting as it gets!”

“What have you done with my men?” the terrorist asked, trying to reconcile what he knew about the world with everything he had seen her do. They had all been seduced, one by one, their minds told to believe in pain beyond comparison. When she was pissed, she was pissed, and who was going to stop her?

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New Collection

Ellen had been a collector even before knowing what a collection was. It started when she was a baby and her parents bought her colorful stuffed animals to keep her company in the crib. There were twenty-four different furry little creatures and she had them all, watching over her sleep with their googly black and white eyes.

As a child, she collected Barbie dolls, including the rarest of models available. She was the only kid not to play with them, instead spending hours looking at their boxes and making sure they were kept in pristine shape. She lost interest in them fairly quickly and then moved on to other things like stamps, coins, and baseball cards. While the focus of her attention kept on changing, the collecting itch never left her, It was a bit subdued during teenage years but came back with a vengeance after going to college, the same time she realized she was a lesbian. After her first sexual experiences and the discovery of the wonderful world of hypnotic kink, she decided it was time to start a new collection of brainwashed thralls.

It was the day after her twenty-first birthday and there was a naked girl in her dorm, staring at a rainbow spiral on a computer screen. Rachel – known to her friends as Raven because of her beautiful jet-black hair – had been a crush of hers for the longest time, but her feelings were unrequited as she wasn’t into girls. Well, not for long.

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