Tag: Flash Fiction

Just the Usual Night [18+]

Everybody likes to enjoy a nice night out at their favorite locale. Party-goers are always searching for the hottest clubs to dance the night away, have a nice drink or five, and to allow themselves to give into the energy swirling around in the air. Dancing, laughing, and a strong urge for the flesh is all too common at tonight’s bar.

Behind a perfectly waxed countertop and a wall of used shot glasses stood a man of age, his gray streaks beginning to show along his hairline. Although he age was a bit out f the normal for the average customer, his appearance and  physique made it look a few years younger. 

Passing out all kinds of drinks to thirsty customers, he calmly completed his bartender duties until a familiar face appeared before him. 

“Have you had your usual drinks tonight? A shot of vodka and a martini?”

“Actually, I only had one martini tonight. Well, one that I personally ordered. I had about four total.”

Four, huh? Which lucky person does she have her sights on tonight that would buy her three more?

Eye for Danger

Geez, could tonight be any more boring? I’ve been sitting around waiting for something to happen, but I’ve got nothing. What a waste of my time.

I walk back over to the edge of the roof and peek over. All of the people on the ground look like tiny bugs from the up here. It feels like if I took a step over the edge, I’d crush half of the block to death with ease. I kill some time by acting like I’m crushing a few people between my fingers. The fun sadly only last for a minute until I get bored and sit on the edge, my legs casually dangling over thirty stories in the hair. I could feel all of the blood in my legs rushing down into my feet, leaving behind a warm, tingling sensation. I like it.

I let out a sigh and rub the corner of my eyes to get rid of the crust and gunk build-up. When I lie back, the bright, night sky fills my vision, numerous stars gleaming like the bulb of a flashlight. There’s one that stands out to me; it rests dead center of all of them and shines the brightest. I even extend my hand out to see if I could block out its glow, but its edges seem to reach farther past the palm of my hand.

“You must be a strong one,” I compliment the star as if it could hear me. I clutch my fist acting like I could capture it in my hand, “I wonder which star you belong to if you’re glowing so intensely. Perhaps my next target? Ohhhhh, if that’s true, that means I’ll be having one good time of a fight.”

In the middle of my thoughts, I could feel my blade vibrating meters away on the floor. I lift my head up and see it shaking in place, a red hue surrounding its black and blue scabbard casing. Somebody strong is approaching. After taking a few seconds to shut my eyes and rest, I prop myself up and take another glance at the ground below my blood-filled feet.

Just like before, nothing but normal civilians fill the cement and pavement walkways. Many of them taking leisurely strolls, while a handful try to squeeze through whatever opening they can find in order to rush to their destinations. A small number of cars cruise through the street, but it’s at a snail’s pace since the street is mainly a pedestrian walkway. And in the mass crowd of pedestrians walking through, there’s one that sticks out to me.

I can barely make out the finer details from this heights, but all I can tell is it’s a male wearing a navy blue colored suit. However, the thing following behind him is as clear as day. Behind him stood a massive figure, at least six feet in height. Its skin was blue in color, completely devoid of any natural, human tones. It’s physical structure would easily place it as the winner of a muscle building competition, every muscle flexing and protruding from its body. It lacks any body hair, including head hair, so it has a slight shimmer on it, almost like metal in broad daylight. It even walks with a confident stride as if it could take on the world and win in a matter of seconds.

There’s my target. Time to move out. 

Music, Drinks, and Kisses [18+]

The right style of music can set the tone. Outside influences would get the blood flowing and emotions rushing. If two people manage to tap into their desires and passions during the heat of the moment, their next few actions will cause a chain reaction that plays off of one another. One thing leads to another and soon enough, you both will feel rather, sinful.

One who obviously knows what she’s doing and another who’s there for the new experience, two people take their time exploring each others’ bodies. Thankfully, there’s enough music roaring just outside to muffle out their own music they’ll be making.

“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.

I can’t believe I’m really doing this… Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.

Catsuit Yakuza

It’s always a deadly game when wanting to rob somebody or something. There’s always the chance of getting caught and being thrown in jail to serve time behind bars. However, if one is able to get away with such an act, they can live a life of luxury and knowing they’re able to fill their pockets without getting caught.

However, if one of those places that’s being robbed turned out to be a den of a notorious and violent gang, it would be a better idea to hope that you don’t end up dead should you get caught. Even then, who would be stupid enough to even attempt such a foolish act?

Those who don’t have a choice.

“Hiro,” Masane began speaking, “what do you think this man’s reasoning is for breaking in? Think he’s in debt with another clan? Wanted to support his family?”

She crumpled up the lottery ticket, “You’re taking too long to answer. I got tired of waiting. Somebody hold him down.”

Frisky Frisky [18+]

Hello, readers! Recently, I’ve been working a few different projects of mine when I realized something: I’ve been holding back on releasing certain types of content. As some will notice, I’ve kinda been doing posts based on a certain theme or genre, like a few posts of horror, then comedy, then so on and so forth. I also haven’t been updating some of my ongoing series, which I intend on fixing this month.

What I want to know from you guys is this. How would you feel about having more “adult content?” I don’t mean things like horrifically grotesque descriptions, increased swearing from characters, or darker themes. More like… physical and sexual content.

I know some people won’t mind it, while others are completely against it, but I just want a general opinion on how you guys feel about it. What I’ll do for now is, if I post the “[18+]” in the title so you’ll know beforehand that the story will be a bit more adult than usual. If you don’t mind, then feel free to read. If not, then It’s all fine. If you’d like to express your thoughts, opinions, or have any concerns, feel free to leave comments or contact me directly via the Contact Luka page.

And with that, here’s a little sample of some kind of content I’ll post! If you read it, I hope you enjoy!

Embarrassing Drinks

Let’s be honest: Nobody really wants to be called out in a bar for something stupid or embarrassing. Nobody wants to be called out for accidentally spilling their drink on themselves, or getting turned down by an attractive person for having bad breath. But there’s one thing that nobody should ever have to endure when at a booming, popular bar.

Nobody wants their parents to have a matching outfit and acting a fool of themselves. Sadly, for Elizabeth, that becomes a reality when her mother forced her to put on a certain shirt on their night out. The thing is, this was suppose to be Elizabeth’s night out, not a mother-daughter night.

“Do I really have to do this?”

Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel numerous pairs of eyes on her. And none of their gazes was part of her intentions, but because of her mother.

Spooktober Has Arrived!

It’s that time of the year where everything gets darker, ghouls and goblins begin to roam the planet, and ghosts come back to give us a fright. That’s right, everyone, it’s October! Many of us are also excited for Inktober, where people draw something new every day for the month. To be honest, if I could draw, I’d join in on the fun, but I can’t do anything better than stick figures and curvy lines. However, I figured I’d do something related to it. 

Instead of drawing something every day, I’ll be posting a spooky or scary story every week for the entire month! Although I’m not the best when it comes to scaring people with words, I’ll try my best to at least freak people out when they read about people getting their guts ripped to shreds by an unknown demon in the shadows, a floating skull with the power to take over the bodies of the living, or simply a goblin who steals your limbs while you’re asleep. 

Regardless, I look forward to this year’s Spooktober! I’ll try my best! If you have a request for something scary you’d want to see written, feel free to drop me an email, which you’ll find at the Contact Luka page. Or if you’re more social, feel free to shoot me a Tweet on Twitter. 

Happy Spooktober, everybody!

Pay with Your Blood

Mythology and creatures tend to be told through storybooks and texts that claim to have proof and documentation of their existence. Multiple accounts claim they’ve witnessed a creature, but they all have different descriptions of it. Simply reading a text isn’t enough to prove their existence.

For one man, actually having the creature physically in front of them was all the proof he needed. However, seeing such a fragile creature made him too ambitious, wanting to claim the creature.

This mistake would lead to his demise.

Even with a bloody instrument used to cut through flesh and skin aimed at her the woman didn’t flinch; she continued to stay silent and unmoved.

“I just had to be threatening to you. Looks like you’ll be easier to control than I thought. Let’s see just how obedient you’ll be.”

Awaiting Enemy

It’s always calm before the storm, silent before the approaching danger. The best way to deal with an arriving enemy is to find tranquility and patience.

Even if the enemy is annoying, a calm mind will always achieve victory.

Sightless, I patiently await for my enemy to approach. Preparing myself, I open the palm of my hand and let it rest on my lap.

My enemy is here…

Human & Machine

“Don’t you think you have enough technology in your room? Your room looks like it’s out of some kind of techno future story.”

“What makes you think that?”

I look over to the nearest pile of metal and grab the first thing that I see spearing out of it. I can’t even tell what it is at first glance; it just looks like some kind of flat piece of cheap metal with a few wires dangling out from the bottom of it. I shake it around in my hand to see if it activates when shaken, but it doesn’t react, “Like this. What the hell is this? It looks like nothing but unnecessary trash.”

Jacob glances back at me for a moment before he focuses back at his computer monitor, “That’s not trash. That’s the scraps pile for my synchro.”

“All you do is talk about that ‘synchro’ surgery you got months ago,” I say as I kick electronics out of the way. His floors have been blocked by wiring for so long that I completely forgot that he had peach colored tiling. “Just because you’re part mechanical now, that doesn’t excuse you from having a messy room. You need to clear out some of this stuff, now!”

Jacob throws his head back and lets out a long, drawn out sigh. Ever since he got those new lung implants, every time he lets out a breath, a white vapor spews out. The sigh let out a thick cloud, barely making his face visible for a few seconds until it dissipated.

“If you’re going to use that new venting system you have, please do it by a window, okay? It could confuse the fire alarms and I don’t want that happening.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.”

“Thank you.”

Pausing whatever he was doing at his computer desk, Jacob scoots back and gets up turning around to start clearing the piles around his room. His bare chest is exposed, metal plates and all. As he’s moving around, I start to lose focus, thinking that the sound of clanging metal is coming from him instead of the junk he’s piling to throw away.

“Hey, Jacob?”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Your new implants… they don’t hurt, right?”

“No, not really. My chest feels a bit colder during the winter season because of all the metal in me, but that’s about it. Why?”

I slowly shake my head to reassure him, “It’s nothing. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. What did the doctors call your implants again?”

“Synchros. They’re mechanical replacements for organs that run on the electric activity from my brain instead of needing blood. As long as my brain is fine, my metal lungs keep going. Pretty much makes me immune to lung cancer if I ever decided to start smoking.”

“Please don’t.”

 

Daily Prompt: Synchronize

One Way Out

I just want to get out of here. I’ve seen enough gore and grotesque scenes to last multiple lifetimes. How a virus can cause such devastation still boggles my mind.

And now I could be the next victim of the same virus. Locked in a room with Jack, a corpse, and a growing viral bomb, I don’t want to imagine what it would be like having to suffer like this.

But at the same time, dying would be the easy way out. And I don’t want to die.