Fiction, Passion's Invocation, Quotes

Die, 2017!

At Midnight on

New Year’s Eve I’ll be…


Die 2017!

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…Committing homicide:

 

 

holding 2017’s

ugly mug underwater, screaming, 

“Die, sucker, die”! 

Then I’m going to

light up fireworks for 2018! 

 
 
   

Happy New Year!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Wildfire8470

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Tags:  #2018 #2017 #Happy #newyear #homicide #NewYearsEve #NYE #celebrating #flashfiction #fiction #flasher #murder #life

Fantasy, Flash Fiction, Passion's Invocation, Sci Fi, Science Fiction

Eve, Neil, and Adam 1

Eve, Neil, and Adam

Part 1

 

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At first it seemed a grand imposition when Neil Carlson asked her to test the lifelike capabilities of Project Adam in a realistic setting. “I need this vacation, Neil,” she argued, “I’m not going to play robo-sitter because perverts that want pre-programmed bionic sex are at the top of your priority list,” she exclaimed. “I’m grateful for my job, but inflicting this on my vacation is going too far!”

 

“I know, Eve. I know it’s a huge imposition but that’s what makes you perfect for the job. You are our target audience. You are the burned out, working housewife. You’re put upon, expected of, and sick and tired of taking care of others. You’re in need of some no-strings pampering minus the human hassle.”

 

She rolled her eyes and stated, “I’m not a housewife”.

 

Neil shrugged, saying suggestively, “I can’t help that your perfect.”

 

Eve was defeated. “I can’t believe you just used that line on me,” she sighed.

 

“Then you’ll do it,” Neil asked excitedly.

 

“Okay, fine! Just fine! Bring it out before I change my mind,” she spat, glaring daggers into Neil’s eyes.

 

Neil retrieved a miniature remote control from his pocket and flipped a switch. Project Adam entered the room on two feet, offering, “Hello, Eve. It’s good to meet you”.

 

Tearing her glare from Neil, Eve turned her wrath on her new charge, “Shut it! I haven’t decided whether to toss you onto a bonfire or shove you off a cliff! Just shut it”!

 

Neil clawed the air making angry cat sounds, laughing, “Wow! Kitten has claws”!

 

“And you,” Eve returned her anger to Neil, “Shut it before I tie both of you together and drag you down the interstate from the bumper of my car”!

 

Neil winked at Adam conspiratorially, whispering, “I’ll pray for you, buddy”!

 

Eve snatched the remote from his hands and hit every button and switch off. Adam crumpled to the floor and Eve smiled wickedly, saying, “Pack him up. He not going to be a passenger in my car”.

 

“Fine,” Neil snickered, He weighs 245 pounds. Good luck with that”.

 

She moved to stand unnervingly close to Neil; so close he could feel the heat emanating from her skin. She placed her face directly in front of his, whispering acidly, “You owe me big, and I mean huge”!

 

Eve hit the remote again and Adam was instantly restored. Turning on her stiletto heel, she issued an order without looking up, “Shut it and follow me.”

 

Adam followed dutifully while Neil stood in the empty room with fingers crossed and saying a silent prayer.

 

 

By Wildfire8470

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 ©December 17, 2017 at 12:27 AM
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Tags:  #Companionship #Research #Robot #Sexbot #Flash Fiction #Love #Love-Triangle # Lust #Romance #Science Fiction #Sci Fi #Sex #technology

 

Eve, Neil, and Adam – Part 2

 

 

Flash Fiction, Passion's Invocation, Psychological Fiction, Tuesday Teasers

Love is Blind

Love is Blind

Price

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He didn’t know what it was like. He couldn’t have. He couldn’t have known what his ugliness had done to her. He had never felt anything deeply, never gripped onto the last flicker of a flame, never held onto hope for dear life just to have it coldly snuffed out.

At the time, she couldn’t fathom that this was the work of the same man she’d loved so very dearly. Standing alone in the pitch with tears falling onto a still warm candle, too fearful to let go, Michaela prayed that it might flicker back to life at least long enough to run for the safety of light which, in reality, she knew did not exist.

Barefoot on cold cement, Michaela turned to look hopefully back over her shoulder but was met with the thick, merciless stillness, filled with no hope, no sense of proximity or direction, no stability nor love, and nothing to hold onto, just stagnant suffocating air. There, she stood frozen, with wax candle growing cold in her hands as she slipped to the floor shivering.

Michaela was naked, stripped of pride, belief, love and trust. Daniel had thrust her into empty, echoing aloneness because she had given all of herself. Now her everything was gone. He had turned his back on all of it, relegating her to the icy vice-grip of nothing else in her world that mattered as much.

Not a soul knew that she was locked in a basement below ground. No windows would save her come daylight. No one; no family nor friend, no love was coming to her rescue. Solitary penalty, she thought, as hope spilled down her cheeks.

A chill slid up her spine seizing her throat and a distant scream split the air, growing louder and more intense, until it surrounded her. Michaela twisted her neck turning to look and hoping her eyes would adjust, but then remembered how she had come to this moment, in this solitary place, and realized that the screaming came from her.

Michaela dropped the candle and sobbed into her hands. She wasn’t prepared for this. This will be certain death. The though registered like she had ingested a gallon of molten lead gone cold. She curled upon cement wondering how long it would take, how long she would endure the torment of starvation, isolation and black vacancy.

Even dying, little piece by little piece, isn’t as horrible as knowing how much I loved and invested in the one who sentenced me to it. How long until I die for this sin, she wondered, and then implored the Heavens, screaming on her knees, “Exactly what is the price for blind love? I trusted my heart”!

She pictured him now, laughing among friends, with self-righteous indignance, speaking as though she deserved to die for this; for the crime of believing in Daniel and loving him more than life. “Love is blind,” she whispered into the stillness.

Michaela knew that his friends and acquaintances were equally enamored, albeit differently. They too had no idea that the good man they accepted in the warmth of friendship would someday reveal himself; the monster inside would make itself known. Maybe they will be the ones to discover my bones here, she thought, knowing they would only meet the same fate.

Having worn out the last of her will, she closed her eyes, whispering into endless nothingness, “Now I lay me down to sleep”…

 
  

by Wildfire8470

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© April 29, 2018 at 10:37 AM

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Tags:  Tuesday Teasers, flash fiction, blind faith blind love, horror, allegory, unrequited love, murder, death