Friday Flash Fiction #2
This friday's flash fiction is a ghost story...
The air was rank with power. It curdled the blood like the screams of a banshee. Sweeping the flashlight in wide arcs threw muted illumination like silky cobwebs against stone walls. She was close, so close I was breathing her in. I brushed fingers across lips, uncertain whether I was revolted or aroused.
Her icy touch took me by surprise. Ghost eyes wide and dilated, like I was an opiate and she an addict, she fed on offered energy. I beckoned her closer and unable to resist, she was bound to me. Mine. My ethereal huntress. My new forged weapon.
100 words
©Quinn Smythwood 2011
I'd love to collaborate with others. Would you like to be part of an Urban Fantasy/Speculative Fiction Friday Flash group? Already writing Friday Flash Fiction then leave a link in the comments - I'd love to read your piece.
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5 comments:
Very nicely done. You're good at the 100 word flashes. Not an easy thing to do.
I thought you might like this UF piece of mine: http://the-red-stone.blogspot.com/2011/07/eleventh-friday-flash-rainbow-effect.html
I thought the narrator would wind up the victim. I hope they're happy together!
Well done — and the pic goes quite nicely too!
Like John, I was expecting the narrator to be the victim instead of a hunter, so that was a great twist there at the end.
It seems the hunter found what she was looking for and a bit more. Nicely done.
"It curdled the blood like the screams of a banshee." Loved this line. Your story is tightly written, not a word or phrase wasted and full of deep, dark description.
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