Tag: Flash Fiction

100 Word Story – Power Tools

We were finally done—Marcel took off his face mask. There was a fine line between where the splatter reached his face and how everything just below his nose was still untouched. His eyes looked at the massacre on the table then at me.

His hands were still shaking violently even after dropping the buzz saw, “Okay, it’s your turn. Go get the bag and clean up.”

My body was stuck on the other side of the room, refusing to move. I kept shaking my head, tears flooding out of my eyes.

“We just chopped up a guy’s dead body!”


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100 Word Story – Flying High

The flight was terrible—everything was terrible. The flight attendants were constantly screaming their lungs out, the passengers wouldn’t follow instructions I gave them, the pilot lost a damn eye, it was crazy. I even had to put a bullet through this one guy’s head because he tried to act all tough shit.

Then, I had to get a new pair of sneakers once this plane got to where I needed it. I really liked them; they had a small snowman design on the sides. Now they looked like bloody snowmen.

I’m never going to try robbing a plane again.


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Bathtub [18+]

“Kuru-min! Could you come here for a second?”

I could hear Mrs. Kurosawa calling me from the upstairs bathroom. But, isn’t she taking a bath though? What could she possibly need me for? I folded the corner of my page and put the book on the couch, “Coming.”

I put my slippers on and took my time heading through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. When I reach the top step there was a vanishing trail of steam leading me to the bathroom as if I didn’t know where it was. Right around the corner of the stairs I could see the hazy light of the bathroom peering through the cracked door.

I knocked on the door but didn’t enter yet, “Mrs. Kurosawa, did you need something?”

Swishing water sounds as Mrs. Kurosawa answered, “Yes. I forgot to get my towel from the bedroom. Would you mind going in and getting it for me?”

“Sure. Which color is it?”

“Green.”

I walk past the bathroom door and head to the last door straight down the hallway. I gently pushed the door open, the aged latches squeaking. This was easily the largest room in the entire house, aside from the living room area. There was a king-sized bed at one end of the room, three mahogany dressers placed in different spots, and a small work desk right next to an open window. There were clothes scattered around on different pieces of furniture, which was the only thing that made the room look just a bit untidy.

It’s actually a bit funny—I’ve always saw Mrs. Kurosawa as a neat freak. She would always have her things in neat detail. She would eat carefully, making sure nothing felt from her plate and onto her clothes. There were times where I would walk in on her reorganizing her entire closet just because she bought something new and it threw off her current organized pattern.

But there’s a pair of jeans on the back of a chair, a mismatched sock or two thrown here and there, and a balled up pajama top left next to the bed. And while I was noticing every piece of clothing lying around, I saw the green towel draped over her television. I grabbed it and left the room, heading back to the bathroom door. I knocked on it again, letting her know I have it. She told me to come into the bathroom with it and close the door.

When I opened the door, a small cloud of steam quickly escapes past me, emptying the entire room of any fogginess. Straight ahead was the large bathtub, filled with water practically at the brim, but not spilling out onto the floor. And inside the tub was Mrs. Kurosawa, in her naked glory.

I couldn’t tell if it was the heat floating around in the air or if something was wrong with me, but I felt my cheeks igniting right on the spot.

“Where do you want me to put the towel?” I asked.

She had her head resting back against a small bath pillow, her hair wrapped up in a small cloth to keep from getting in the water. She turned to look at me with a smile and said, “You can leave it right on the edge of the sink. I won’t be in here long.”

“Okay. Do you need anything else while I’m still here?”

She thought for a moment, but shook her head. I nodded and turned to walk back out the bathroom. Before I could even reach out to the door knob, Mrs. Kurosawa called out my name again and I stopped

“Kurumi, can I ask you a personal question?”

100 Word Story – Change

She helped me a lot. There were days where I called her over for the most trivial things that I could easily do myself just so I could look at her. Through all of it she would have that warm, glowing smile on her face. Last time, she came by to help me prepare a new dish for dinner; she ended up cooking the entire thing.

After that night, I knew what kind of person I wanted to become: somebody others can rely on. But now, I’ll never get the chance to tell her that.

I already miss my sister.


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100 Word Story – One Shot

A gunshot. That’s all I heard. There was no screaming, no groaning, no cries of pain or suffering. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, the sound of only a gunshot was the best solution to all of this. It would have only been a matter of time where we wouldn’t have a choice but to shoot him.

Andrea came back from around the corner, her head hanging low with a look of defeat. There was more blood on her jacket than before—some of it must have been Jared’s. She walked pass me without saying a word.


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100 Word Story – Plans

This was not what I hoped for. I played out this scenario countless time in my head, both while I was alone and whenever the gang got together to talk about the flaws. We planned out everything into the ground, at least a dozen times at a bare minimum.

We all knew our roles, which tools to have on us, and the entire layout of the bank like the back of our hands. We found out the shift rotation hours, we learned how to deal with hostages, everything.

But I never expected to see my own son as a hostage.


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100 Word Story – Finger

It was just a dare. That’s all it was suppose to be—nothing more, nothing less. We were all in agreement that even though this dare was a bit over-the-top, it was going to happen.

Rob stuck out his hand while Sylvia got a knife from the kitchen. I grabbed Rob’s hand and started the “Knife Game.” It started off slow and easy, just like it should. But once a minute passed and I picked up speed, that’s when the first finger came flying off.

And then the next, and the next, and the next. I couldn’t stop myself anymore.


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100 Word Story – Wander

That day, I was wandering around as usual through the body-packed city streets, seeing all of the different faces that I came across. Being in such a crowded place made getting around hectic, but I was able to navigate through pretty easily.

However, it was a bit too easy. I was sure that I bumped shoulders multiple times with others, but I didn’t feel any contact. Even the cars would seem to miss me when I wasn’t paying attention to the crosswalks.

It was as if nobody noticed me. It was like I was a ghost wandering in city limbo.


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100 Word Story – Eyes

I can never forget the look in his eyes. It was probably the most hurt and sorrowful I’ve ever seen him. I just couldn’t look back at him—I had to leave him behind.

I tried to ignore the sounds coming from behind me, all of the screaming and cries for help, the tearing of human skin and flesh. It seemed no matter how far away I got the inhuman groaning followed. The only thing that broke that sound was my own muffled crying. If they heard me, I’d be dead like him.

I’m sorry, Henry, but I couldn’t help.

You Fool

It was all his fault.

He was the reason why everything ended up the way they did. If he had done as I asked, things would have worked out for the both of us. But because of his constant questioning and reasoning there was no other choice for my actions; I had to make sure that my slate would remain clean and without any blemishes. I had established my reputation after a long period of time.

“You fucking idiot,” I whispered as I looked down at him, our eyes locked in a never-ending stare. I inched a bit closer, noticing the darkened color of his once hazel irises, “Why didn’t you follow my instructions? Everything was perfectly planned out, and you ruined it.”

All of those months of getting everybody onto my side was now in jeopardy. All that time having to suck up to higher management and build a status for myself was on the edge of collapsing. Those countless days off overtime were almost for nothing. And Russell was to blame for everything going to shit.

Seeing him laid out on the ground beneath me, just lying there stiff as a board, I couldn’t control myself when my fingers caressed his still warm cheek. I moved his head from one side to the other and back, taking note of any suspicious marks and cuts on him. Outside of the normal cuts from a weekly shave, there wasn’t anything too visible. Except for the red marks around his now pale neck.

“We can’t let others see you now, can we? They’ll think something physical went down.”

Thankfully I had more than enough tools to deal with this kind of situation. I knew that learning how to powder my face would eventually have a more practical use.

With only a matter of minutes, I ran into the second floor bathroom and grabbed the small makeup kit inside the medicine cabinet. With the dusting brush in hand and an array of skin tones to choose from I perfectly blended a mixture of different powders to match the skin tone on his neck, a peach-turning-pale color. Just to be on the safe side, I started covering any kind of mark that would indicate some kind of struggle whether it was new or not.

“Beautiful.” I mumbled as I admired my work. The red marks around his neck were now artfully masked by makeup, now invisible to the naked eye. Thankfully the makeup was a new organic blends of cosmetics I’ve started using, which world mean it would be even harder for police and coroners to detect after a set amount of time. Better for me.

I took a few steps back and overlooked Russell and his stiffened glory. The one arm he had up trying to defend himself with was slowly descending to the ground. I sped up the process by carefully lowering the limb to his side, making sure rigor mortis didn’t fully set in yet.


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Way of the Dark Arts

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have magical abilities? Did you ever want to master pyromancy and set ablaze the place that was once your sanctuary, but is now a land of cursed memories? Do you know how quickly you can make somebody die from hypothermia if you could encase them in a block of solid ice? Why walk through a forest in the dark when you can shock a corpse and turn it into a usable source of light?

The possibilities for magic is endless. And Salnia is here for me to bestow upon her the element of her choice; she’s been begging me for days to take her under my wing as my apprentice Primal Witch.

“Take up your catalyst,” I command her, “and show me just what you plan on doing with your newfound power.”

From the bottom of the steps to my throne, Salnia eagerly looks at me as she raises her hand, “I have already brought my catalyst, my Mistress! It is one that I shall make sure to constantly carry with me at all times.”

Why does she have her hand up? I question to myself. I inch forward a bit from my throne of human carcasses, taking note of a faint, gold shimmering effect around one of Salnia’s fingers. Curiositiy takes hold of me as I approach, the skeletal steps cracking underneath my feet.

“What catalyst have you already selected for yourself? What are you willing to sacrifice in order to unlock your latent powers?”

I grab Salnia’s hand and keep it open, palm side up. Aged scaring and slashes are prominent all across her entire palm, irregularities in healed skin showing how many times one spot was cut open. A golden ring is loosely wrapped around her ring finger; there’s a name engraved on its underside, but there’s a scratch across it, making it completely illegible. I don’t hesitate to take the ring off to get a better evaluation of it.

“This ring seems to have gone through some wear and tear, has it not?” I ask.

Salina nods as she confirms, “Yes. It is the ring given to me on my wedding day. That was quite some time ago…”

“And you want to make this your catalyst. Why is that?”

“That ring has nothing but evil and malicious memories tied to it, memories that I will never be able to forget.” Salina gets up from her kneeling pose and stands up straight in front of me. When I look into her eyes, I can see a growing darkness emerging from within. “And I shall use those memories as my fuel for learning the kind of magic I intend on mastering.”

The talk of evil and darkness, using bad memories as her fuel for mastering magic. She’s using a gift of her from a time she one lived in bliss and happiness, but the marks on her hand tell the opposite. I can’t help but smile when I have an idea of what kind of magic my new apprentice would like to study.

I put the ring back on her finger as I ask one final question, “Salina, my future Primal Witch apprentice. What kind of magic and sorcery have to decided on to learn? Shout out your purpose and I shall decide if your intentions are worthy enough of my time and effort.”

Salina closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath to clear her mind. Her eyes focused on mine and her hands clutched, she yells out, “Show me the way of abysmal magic so I can torture my husband in the afterlife!”


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— via Daily Prompt: Bestow

March Monster Madness!

March Monster Madness!

Hello all, hi every person who reads this!

Can you believe it’s already March of 2018? This year really has been flying by, leaving everything in the sands of time. Or winds of time if you live in a windy city, or something. I dunno where you guys live.

Well, regardless of what wonderful country you reside in, it’s indeed March for everybody. And here in North America, it’s also that time of the year for March Madness. For those who doesn’t know what it is, March Madness is a yearly basketball tournament that typically takes up most of the month of March that is done by the National Collegiate Athletic Association, or NCAA for short.

In the spirit of following the theme of a “March Madness,” I want to put my own spin on it. How? Simple.

I’m doing a March MONSTER Madness! Throughout the entire month, I’ll be posting stories that revolve around the theme of monsters, whether it’s about some dangerous beast rampaging and destroying villages and towns, a small unknown creature finding the comfort in a cave, or something stupid like a demon forgetting how to fold laundry.

I’ll be using monsters from various kinds of folklore, legends and other mythological resources I can find. Some may be common to everybody, there might be a few obscure ones, and there might even be some new ones I’ve never heard of.

I at least want to post about five or six this month. I’ll try to add some variety in them as well. I’m sure you guys get tired of reading the same thing over and over. And of course, I will be trying to update current series and posting flash fictions here and there.

If you have an idea about a monster or creature you’d like to see a story about, feel free to drop me an email!

What kind of monsters are you hoping to read about in March Monster Madness?


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