Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers…each week we are given a photo and allotted only 175 words to construct a story. Below is my response to this week’s “Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers”
The Mark Of The Beast
She watched him from her place of containment. Sure enough, he had “the mark” and so she fled her confines to mingle amongst the merry crowd.
She felt his stare. Knowing this to be her cue, she covered the ten steps, separating them and asked with a timid voice, “Care to dance, handsome?”
As usual, the stranger’s eyes filled with suspicion, but once he saw her shy smile, he tossed doubt away, and accepted her soft hand. In an instant their bodies melded and he was consumed with unquenchable lust. He wanted her, but the intense craving terrified him. Sensing his resolve, she crushed him closer and huskily growled, “My poor…poor beast..not used to being controlled…”
Slowly she pulled away…but only enough for him to look into her black eyes. In them, he saw the innocents he had raped and they were coming for him. Terror squeezed his heart until it burst.
She dropped the corpse and then faded into the picture hanging on the wall. The caption underneath read, “Angel of Death”
It has taken a while, but I have categorized all articles! The listing can be found at the top right hand corner, adjacent to the title line of each page. Simply click the arrow beside the words “select category” and a drop down menu will appear.
Below is a listing of the categories and a brief description of what you can expect to find in each:
Amy’s Freedom: The continuing saga of Amy and a crazed serial killer. (Not for the faint of heart)
Dark Side Thursday: Dark stories for the writing group, “Dark Side Thursday”(For now it is a collection of “Amy’s Freedom,” however once this story is complete there will be other dark adventures) (Not for the faint of heart)
Faith: My faith is very important to me and so here you will find a collection of articles revealing my spiritual insight.
Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers: These articles are my submissions to the writing group “Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers”. Each week members are given a photo in which they are to weave a story around within 175 words or less. (Not a lot of words to write a complete story so this is quite challenging) (Not genre specific)
Horror and Suspense: Definitely one of my favorite genres. Most stories within this category are not for the faint of heart.
Literary Lion: A collection of my submissions to the writing group “Literary Lion”. Each week members are given one word and are expected to weave a tale around the word in 400 words or less. (Not genre specific.)
Personal Stories: A collection of articles about myself and my life.
Katie took another drag of her cigarette, and then thumped the remainder into the air like a paper football. She stepped away from the rock she had leaned against for hours, and wiped at the tears that drained down her dusty face.
The sun was low on the horizon. It was time to go.
Had she really thought he would come?
She had never been one to believe that psychic mumbo-jumbo shit, but the woman…the woman caressing the glass ball… she had been so convincing. She had even known “their place”. No one knew of their place…no one.
Katie, disappointed in herself for believing, whispered, “He’s dead…you dumb bitch…dead…”
Turning her back to the twin stones, Katie began her descent back down the mountain. She had only taken a couple of steps when something fluttered by her ear and fell to the ground. Katie looked down. There by her boots lay the cigarette she had tossed away.
I creep through the halls and sneak into the bedroom.
Excitement ignites deep in the belly. I put a hand to my mouth to hold the laughter that threatens my presence.
I see the fear within her eyes and feel something…I think…akin to pity, and I am confused. This fleeting moment of humanity vanishes when her screams begin. No longer confused I am transfixed, no turning away. I will look. I have to look because it’s the rules…the rules of this castle of which I dwell.
When I was re-born, it was hard to watch. Now my dread has turned to wonder. Giddiness came, but it was shy and hid in the shadows until the knife was held high. Then with a cackle giddiness would scream, “This is the way! The way you did die!”
The knife descends; the deed is done. Her body bleeds, as her spirit ascends.