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Flash Fiction: Spike

“Gather around now, folks.”

I followed the rest of the tourists as they shuffled forward to see what our guide was saying. She stood pointing at a large moss-covered spire.

“This is the last of what Bran Castle has to offer you. An actual spike erected by the mephistophelian Vlad Tepes himself. You know, it is such a matter of coincidence, that today also happens to be his birthday.”

I moved closer to the spike to listen to the guide more clearly.

“It is such spikes, that The Count used to torture and ultimately kill his enemies. He would enjoy watching them piled on the spikes, drenched in their own blood. However, evil though he was, he was no vampire as suggested by literature and myths. He was no immortal being of darkness, he was just a cruel ruler.”

I smiled to myself, eyeing the guide’s neck.

Not really….


Word Count: 150

Prompts:

Thursday photo prompt: Way-stone #writephoto

Word of the Day Challenge “Mephistophelian”

RDP Saturday – Drench

WHAT PEGMAN SAW Bran Castle, Romania

Scotts Daily Prompt “Coincidence”

Flash Fiction: The Spot

This was the spot, just as we decided, right outside Blizzard Arcade.

I had Becky right where I wanted her to be. My former business partner was looking at me quizzically.

“Janice, why are we waiting here? You said you had some urgent business to discuss.”

I checked my watch. The hired assassin would take the cathartic shot precisely in thirty seconds.

“I do have some business to settle with you, Becky.”

Becky laughed.

“I suppose you paid twenty thousand dollars for the settlement, right? I paid forty.”

I looked down to see the red laser dot on my chest….


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 19th October 2018

FOWC with Fandango “Former”

RDP Thursday – Blizzard

Your Daily Word Prompt – Cathartic – October 18, 2018

 

Flash Fiction: Nemesis

Dear reader,

Before you read this piece, do read the prequel here:

Flash Fiction: Highway To Hell

Now for this story…


Mathew parked the car in front of an abandoned stone building.

His borrowed powers had drawn him to the evil energy pulsating from this structure. He knew that his nemesis was inside. Mathew could see that there was no need to unlock the door. It had been blasted to smithereens.

As he stepped inside, Matthew saw a familiar pair of bloodshot eyes…

(To be continued)


Word Count: 63

Prompts:

Friday Fictioneers 12th October 2018

RDP Monday: BLAST

Weekend Writing Prompt #76 – Unlock

FOWC with Fandango – Draw

Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

This is the eighth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Now the tale continues..


The black figure placed its hand on the chest of the unconscious man.

The black, bone fingers transformed into tendrils, and pierced through his chest. The figure pulled withdrew the tendrils and in one clean move, ripped out the man’s heart. More tendrils wrapped themselves around the beating organ, giving it a pitch black colour. The heart was replaced in its location, and the tendrils sewed up the man’s chest. The black figured instantly transformed into a dense cloud. Thick red drops of blood began pouring down from the cloud, flooding the dungeon.

The voice cackled as the man drowned….

(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins)


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

100 Word Wednesday: Week 92

RDP: Colour

The Blood Drive

The posters had talked about a mass blood drive. It was the first time something like that was happening in my small town. I decided to check it out, more out of a sense of curiosity, than a zeal to help save lives.

Before leaving for the blood drive, I had called up their number from the pay phone next to my house. My phone had been out of order for a few days now. The lady who responded, jovially confirmed that the blood drive was indeed taking place, and around fifty individuals had already donated. I walked up to the specified location. Since my town was quite small, every locality was quite within walking distance. As I walked up to the blood drive tent, I noticed that the street was empty. Not that it was usually bustling with activity, but today it was as silent as a grave. I guessed everyone had gone for the blood drive. However, as I entered the tent, I could see no townsfolk in there. The only person inside, was a nurse, who was looking me over. She smiled at me and motioned me towards the chair.

“Please, sir. Make yourself comfortable. The doctor will be here in just a moment.”

Her well-fitting outfit, and volcanic hair, made it very hard for me to notice much anything else inside the tent. I smiled back at her, and settled down in the chair. She turned around, and went back to her seat, her heels click-clacking as she walked. The doctor appeared moments later. His voice muffled by his mask, he asked me to ease up and stretch my arm forward. As I did so, he shot me a grin, showing off his razor-like teeth. I was immediately appalled by him. Before I could say a word, he pulled back the sleeves of my flannel shirt, and pierced me with his long nail. Now, I did not know much about how blood drives worked, but I knew no doctor would do this. My instincts told me to escape.

Just as I was about to get up from the chair, I realized my body had gone numb. It was not responding to my thoughts. The doctor motioned to the nurse, who click-clacked over to the chair. Her eyes were trained on the blood oozing out of the wound created by the doctor. She drew out her tongue, her snake-like long tongue, and licked the blood on my arm.

“Tasty…”

She was hissing now. The doctor removed a syringe filled with a green liquid and injected me with it. The skin around my wound began burbling. As agonizing pain hit me, I noticed a frog hop inside the tent. Then I saw another, and another. There was a huge number of frogs hopping around in the tent. The doctor hissed at the nurse.

“Well, this boy makes it fifty one. Just one more to go, and then we have a year’s worth of food.”

The last thing I noticed before blacking out, was the skin around my wound turning green, and slimy….


Word Count: 515

Prompts:

October Flash Fiction Draw

FOWC with Fandango “Stretch”

Word of the Day Challenge “Jovial”

Your Daily Word Prompt “Flannel”

RDP “Burble”

 

Image Credit: Concept Art by TheGurch : https://www.deviantart.com/thegurch/art/Scary-Skull-Doctor-concept-art-292059860

Flash Fiction: Cake

Choosing a cake is so tough.

It is my birthday after all. The cake maker is waiting impatiently for me to make up my mind, grimace on his face.

“Kid, you have been here for an hour. Choose already.”

I won’t retaliate. It’s a happy day. I don’t want to spoil the rare day I get to step outside the enclosure. Can’t wait to say grace and attack the cake.

“Red Velvet, please.”

“Delivery at?”

“Munro’s Center for Mental Instability.”

The man gave me the same look, I received whenever I step out, always escorted ofcourse.

No worries…

CAKE!!


Word Count: 100

Prompts:

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 17

Your Daily Word Prompt – Enclosure – September 10th, 2018

Scotts Daily Prompt Grimace

DAILY ADDICTIONS – 2018 – WEEK #36

RDP Monday: GRACE

FOWC with Fandango — Stability

 

Image Credit: https://www.whositfor.co.uk/collections/greetings-cards/products/happy-birthday-cake-man

Flash Fiction: Border Crossing

Sivak was tense. However, he knew he could not let it show in his body language. Everything depended on it.

Sivak joined the line of cars waiting to clear the security check. The border crossing was one of the most tightly guarded areas. Sivak knew getting through the check post was not going to be easy. However, if he got through here, Sivak knew he was a free bird. The line of vehicles which had nothing to declare was much longer than the other line. Sivak would play it cool. He knew that the guards only stopped and searched people who looked suspicious and Sivak had taken great efforts to look plain. He had got rid of his immaculate beard, cut his hair and had combed them back. The addition of glasses gave his face a plain look. He had chosen to wear a loose shirt, that would hide his toned body, and more importantly hide his tattoos. He did not want any guard to give him a second look. As the car in front of Sivak cleared the security, he calmly drove up to the gate. The head guard gave him a bored glance.

‘Papers?’

Sivak reached into the glove compartment and fished out his forged papers. He handed them to the guard with a slight smile. The guard went through the papers, gave Sivak another bored look, and waved him along. The gate opened to let Sivak pass. He thanked the guard and carefully drove on. This was exhilarating for Sivak, he had done it.

As soon as Sivak cleared the gate, he heard a siren ring. The guards quickly pointed their guns at Sivak’s car. A sneering man appeared in front of the car, pistol pointed at Sivak.

‘Sir, kindly get out of the car with your hands behind your back. We need to check your car.’

Sivak recognized him. He was the Captain of the Royal Guard. Sivak considered the idea of accelerating, but he realised there was no way his car would take such heavy fire. Sivak parked his car as ordered, and got out. The Captain made him stand alongside the other suspicious characters. Sivak felt his heart shatter as the guards searched his car. Soon, they reached the trunk, opened it, and removed the bag of money that lay inside.

The Captain sneered at Sivak.

‘Well, well, well! What do we have here, now?’

* * *

‘When is Daddy coming back?’

‘Tomorrow darling.’

‘You said that yesterday.’

‘I know.’

‘Mama, Daddy will save us from here, no? I don’t want to stay in this house!’

‘I know, little one. Daddy will be back soon.’

Sivak..please come soon..


Word Count: 443

Prompts:

September Flash Fiction Draw

Your Daily Word Prompt – Alongside – September 8th, 2018

Image Writing Prompt #289

FOWC with Fandango “Royal”

RDP Saturday – Bird

Word of the Day Challenge “Exhilarating”

 

Image Credit: https://pin.it/qs6btx3s3ajmou

Flash Fiction: No Entry

I could finally see it – The Great Hall. My car halted in front of the No Entry sign.

The associate from The Great Hall held the door open, as I got out from the car. I walked up the stairs and stood in front of the black doors, where the manager was waiting for me.

“Welcome, sir. I hope your trip was comfortable.”

I nodded at the manager.

“Very good, sir. It is an honour to have you here for The Symphony. Very few individuals are privy to the privilege of even stepping a foot beyond the no entry mark.”

I gave him a stern look.

“I know.”

He was confused by the hostility I resonated. After all, how could he have known I knew about this accursed privilege only too well. How could he have known that I had seen my very own father beaten within an inch of death at these very steps, just because he was fetching his little son’s football. I remember it all too well.

After tonight’s performance, everyone’ll know.


Word Count: 175

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge 179th

Word of the Day Challenge “Symphony”

RDP #83 “Remember”

FOWC with Fandango “Resonate”

 

Image Credit – Yarnspinnerr

 

Flash Fiction – Broken Fence

The fence to her house lay broken. The petulant old woman looked out from the window.

The townsfolk always thought that the house was haunted. They absolutely believed that the old woman was a witch who knew all kinds of sorcery. She welcomed their superstition. She loved her peace and knew that fear kept all the annoying people away from her property. Atleast, it had managed to until today. Today, some teenagers had broken her fence, trying to show-off.

She removed her pen and wrote their names in her black book. Stupid teenagers.

Her fearful legend would expand, tonight…

 

(Read the next part HERE )


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge July 12

Word of the Day Challenge “Petulant”

RDP #43 “Superstition”

FoWC with Fandango “Fear”

SoCS July 14/18

3TC 13th July 2018

 

Sort of delayed, but here’s my Friday the 13th post!! Bwahahaha! XD

Phew! Combined a lot of prompts for this one. Hope it turned out well.

Do let me know! 🙂

Happy Reading!

 

 

 

Image Credit: https://www.potentash.com/2012/08/25/haunted-house/