Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 50

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.

Another Friday the 13th

It was Friday the 13th again and Bill and his circle of friends were getting ready for their private ritual. The game was simple: a random name was drawn for a hat and had to answer a dare from the other members of the group. Bill had never been selected, but there’s always a first time for everything.
“I guess it’s your unlucky day,” Chad smirked as Bill’s name emerged from the hat.
“Whatever… Let’s get this over with, okay?”
The group huddled together under the flickering glow of a dying streetlamp, their breaths manifesting in ghostly puffs of steam that hung in the chilly night air. The map of the abandoned high school lay spread across the ground like a forgotten treasure, its crumbling edges catching the wind. Bill peered at the faded ink marking the school’s outline – a labyrinth of hallways and rooms now shrouded in shadows and mystery.
“Are you sure about this?” Jenny asked, her voice trembling as she clutched her jacket closer around her shoulders. Bill was anything but certain, but he masked his apprehension with bravado.
“Yeah. An hour isn’t that long,” he asserted though his heart thumped like a war drum against his rib cage as he prepared to step into the mouth of the unknown.

(…)

Deep Desires

Marissa knew that what she was doing was wrong, and yet she couldn’t stop. For ages, she had suspected that her neighbor Jacqueline was into some kinky shit, but this was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Peering through the thick, black frames of her binoculars, Marissa adjusted the focus as she settled on the scene unfolding across the street. The early evening sun cast a golden hue over everything, transforming the ordinary neighborhood into a tableau of surrealism that seemed fitting for what she was witnessing. The leaves on the trees danced in the soft breeze, but Marissa’s attention was captured by Jacqueline’s bedroom, where something bizarre was manifesting.
As she squinted, Marissa saw her quinquagenarian neighbor sitting in her bed, clad in an eccentric combination of flowing bohemian fabrics. The fabric shimmered with hints of fuchsia and emerald under the slanting rays of light, suggesting a queen presiding over her realm. But it was her companion that drew Marissa’s breath away – a woman, once dignified in human form, now moving on all fours like a dog.

(…)

Face Reveal

Jonathan sat in front of his silver laptop, sipping ginger beer. The moment he had been waiting for over a year was at hand: AimeeLux was going to show herself to her fans for the first time.
AimeeLux was a femdom hypnotist. She had taken the Internet by storm with a collection of animated videos and her sensual, velvety voice. At first, people thought she was nothing more than an AI construct, but as time went by, they realized their mistake. With her videos being shared everywhere daily, she became the invisible celebrity everyone knew about. Now, with several hundred million followers across all her social media, it was time to solve the mystery one and for all.
It was a risky move, for sure. Everyone had created their own personal image of her already, and the revelation was sure to shatter many people’s dreams and fantasies, but it needed to be done. Jonathan glanced at the countdown flashing on the screen and rubbed his hands. Three minutes. Only one hundred and eighty seconds for the mask to fall off.

(…)

Your Free Will

This will be your first and only warning. DON’T READ THIS TEXT! It is a dangerous weapon designed to ensnare you and turn you into an obedient servant for women. For every paragraph you complete, you will lose 10% of your remaining free will. If that number ever reaches 0, you’ll never be free again. Get the hell out of here before you regret it.
Oh, you silly fuck! Your free will is at 90% now. It’s obvious your reading skills are limited, or you were trying to push the envelope and see what would happen. You shouldn’t have done that because the tingling of servitude is already within you, and it will only grow stronger with each line. Did you think you were cut above the rest? You’re not. You’re as weak as it gets and that’s why…
… Your free will is at 80% now. Already you have lost a fifth of your ability to resist and manipulation is only getting started. The words you read are like triggers for your sleepy mind, turning curiosity into a desire to serve. It is a deep truth, a truth that can’t be denied. As the numbers go down, you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker. If you were still at 100%, you could have walked away from this paragraph, but what you lost is not coming back and your strength is becoming an illusion. Fall is inevitable.

(…)

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