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These are quick fictional pieces that only take one night to write. Word count should be between 200-1100. Typically, flash fiction short stories are written in the absence of note taking, research, story building, and not investing a crazy amount of brain power or time. On the other hand, these stories are mainly fueled by pure raw emotion. Leaving you at the edge of your seat wanting more. The editing process should take less than an hour.

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Anticipation
By: Brent Rusinoski

Disclaimer: While you salivate over the thought of his body, realize what he’s capable of. What he’s trained to do. Now imagine this gladiator slowly raising you up with two swords impaling your torso, making you into a human kabob. Meanwhile, he smiles and stares straight into your eyes. Welcome to the sands of the Coliseum. Sit down and enjoy the entertainment!

He waits in silence behind a massive metal door, as the roar of the crowd builds in anticipation on the other side. His survival senses amplify, as he hears gravity take hold of the warm blood dripping from the walls within the arena. Gripping his sword and shield as if it’s been a part of him since child birth. Darkness falls around him, shutting his eyes to muffle out his surroundings to envision his opponents every move. Controlling his fear by replacing it with intense focus, making him able to function under extreme stress. Syncing his mind and body together as a single cohesive unit. To transform into a true killing machine.

Memories of his wife and kids being executed, his village set ablaze by the Romans, flash through his thoughts like error messages in his gladiatorial software. A nauseating level of nervous energy washes over him, sharpening his mental fortitude to adapt to the uncertainties of his next opponent. The hair on the back of his neck stands straight up. His body flickers with impulses of numbness, tingling, and fire. It was like the god of war himself was attempting to command his body. Morphing him into a heat seeking missile locking onto its target and never letting go until the enemy is completely obliterated.

The deafening thumping of tens of thousands of feet captivate his attention. Particles of sand and gravel are jostled loose from the wooden planks above, clinking off his metal helmet. Adrenaline courses through his veins like an addictive drug fueling his swiftness, precision, and decisiveness. Seconds feel like days. Time stands still. His heart rate spikes with eagerness.

Suddenly, the announcer echoes his name, the coliseum erupts like a volcano. He’s been through many hard-fought battles upon these very sands. His rippling muscles glisten with enthusiasm, making even the gods envious of his physical potential. The doors creak open, the sun catches his helmet just right blinding his opponent from across the arena. Gazing upon his many scars of triumph, the Roman Emperor admires the lacerations, knowing exactly how he received them as if being a crazed sports fan. The gladiator’s eye’s burst open from his deep trance and before he realizes it, his opponent rests by his feet. Lifeless upon the sand, sprawled out and surrounded by a pool of his own entrails. For these few brief moments, he’s allowed to be uncaged, to transform into who he truly is, death himself.

THE END

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Run and Hyde
By: Brent Rusinoski

Disclaimer: If you follow the rules, I promise you won’t get hurt…. much. Buckle your seat belt and keep your arms and legs inside your seat at all times. If you venture off on your own, I cannot guarantee your safety. Wait until instructed to remove your safety belt, lap bars, and shoulder harnesses before exiting. It’s normal to experience excessive amounts of tension in the neck and shoulders due to excessive twists and turns on this ride. A fair warning! The ride doesn’t stop for anyone or anything, not even if the roller coaster derails. If you shut your eyes at any time during the ride, make sure to check if you still have your manhood dangling between your legs. Enjoy the entertainment.

Even before coming out of the womb, the anger and rage coursed through him. The umbilical cord wrapped and tightened around his neck like a python suffocating its prey. It appeared a higher power attempted to intervene and deny this heathen access to a cruel world. Already sentenced to death by hanging. The one place where he should have felt safe and secure, he was under siege. Laying the foundation for his intense state of minds which have been deeply rooted in the soil of resentment. As soon as he emerged from the chamber of demise, he vigorously snapped his spine and arms back to howl at the moon. Piercing the heavens to let everyone who plotted and schemed against him know he wasn’t going to leave this world without a fight. But everything has a cost, even survival. In response, the unknown force that attempted to take his life, resented his resiliency to live so much, that it cursed him with a perpetual struggle.

From day one, a roaring inferno was ignited inside of him. A flame of defiance that flourished as time passed. He constantly fought to push back his internalized hatred, to prevent these extreme emotions from bubbling to the surface. As he aged, his untiring heart fueled his determination like a profound war drum slowly beating louder and louder inside of him. Motivating him to keep pressing forward even when his mind and body fought against him, feeding his fire. As if channeling his ancestors, his reservoir of motivation refueled itself indefinitely to keep his gears of persistence spinning.

His body has been in a constant state of war with itself and his surroundings from the beginning. Most days he harnessed all the world’s rage, acting like a lightning rod for everyone’s emotions. He soaked up everything around him like a sponge, keenly aware of everybody’s movements, expressions, and moods. Every morning this handsome man peered into the mirror only to see a reflection of a wild animal lurking behind his blue eyes, salivating and snarling back at him. Veins bulge from his neck, blood vessels burst from his eyes, sweat dripped from his brow, all the while his mind raced a mile a minute. When triggered, his inner demon would emerge to show its ugly face by endlessly screaming into the night sky setting it on fire, as a dragon would. Such animalistic urges endlessly flowed through his veins, fueled by Hades himself. Tearing away at the seams of his skin, a continuous poetic impulse to express his ruthlessness poisoned his every thought.

If only everyone knew how he felt, they would bow in horror, unable to comprehend his pain. To begin to understand, envision a constant knock at your front door and you’re unable to stop it. It’s a never-ending battle he didn’t choose, it chose him. He tried to speak but his throat and shoulders tightened. Rage started to boil over. He knew the words but his mouth refused to form them. Broken and disabled by his speech, the eternal flame rapidly grew out of control inside of him. Everything around him started to self-combust in a ring of fire, he cracked under the enormous weight to speak fluently. A fight with his lips and tongue resurrected the feeling of a noose tightening around his neck. Hyde looked up with a devious smile…….

THE END

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Perpetually Tormented

By: Brent Rusinoski

Disclaimer: This fictional short story is for entertainment purposes only. All events that transpire do not represent the author’s beliefs or life. If you don’t want your soul to be ripped out of your body by the end of this story, please don’t go any further. Lock the door and delete this story now. Use the provided link, below, to enhance your experience. Reader discretion is highly advised. Enjoy!

An unexpected feeling of hopelessness swept over me. I had no idea why I was feeling this way. I tried opening my eyes. But my eyes were already open. I was sitting in complete darkness. No lights. No sounds. No anything. Where was I? I don’t recall how I got here. Why is it so dark? Was I dead? At this point, my heart was pumping so vigorously, I could hear it. I tried to move but couldn’t. Was I paralyzed? What’s going on? Suddenly a spotlight flickered on, highlighting a good-looking couple making love. This focused my vision quickly, piquing my interest. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were witnessing, such intertwined passion. I could see and hear every vivid detail.

As though someone pressed a button, I was able to move for the first time. I decided to take a closer look of the couple. Soon after I stood up, realized my wrists and ankles were chained as if an animal in a zoo. Was I in prison? I looked down at the ground. Wondering why I was barefoot. I flexed and extended my toes. The floor was gritty, grimy, and moist between my toes. Such an unsettling feeling. As I moved around, I sensed with every step that I could possibly slip and fall. I moved cautiously. The chains made all kinds of commotion whenever I moved, but the love birds didn’t acknowledge the clamoring. By now, I figured out the couple couldn’t hear or see me. Was I behind some type of sound proof glass? I could see and hear them, perfectly. All this felt very incomprehensible. A few moments later after taking a closer look, I sadly recognized the woman, as she was enthusiastically riding the man in great pleasure……. It was my wife. ( https://youtu.be/_nbZZaICuvI )

Immediately, my body went into a state of paralysis. Numbness spread throughout my body like a plague. My eyes welled up as if I was cutting an onion. I couldn’t think. It felt like being submerged into an ice bath. My lunges burned, frostbite quickly set in, my soul was on fire, my heart was ripped from my body and set ablaze. The images observed would be permanently etched into my mind, forever. My whole world turned upside down in a single instant. Her innocence was destroyed. She could never be trusted again. Overwhelming coldness and loneliness washed over me. For quite a while, I randomly switched from excessive laughter to uncontrollable crying, madness crept into every crevice. Snots rolled down my face like a faucet. In a feverish frenzy, I tried to free myself hundreds of times. All I wanted to do was to stop the madness. Without warning I ran toward them. As soon as I started running, I was abruptly snapped to the ground, a few yards short, knocking the wind out of me. The harder I fought the more the chains tightened, cutting off circulation, and ripping off chunks of flesh.

I could hear her moaning with every thrust. The exchange of liquids, their bodies contorted and twisted together like snakes, both whispering sweet tender words into each other’s ears. Their lips pressed firmly together, both were in deep sexual ecstasy. It was unbearable. I couldn’t hide from it. If I shut my eyes, my eyelids became transparent. Wherever I turned to avoid the pain, their bodies would reappear, forever tormenting me. A few minutes felt like years. Time stood still with each pulse pounding thrust. I felt powerless, worthless, desperate, weak, pathetic, and useless. It felt as if she moved on, with no memory of me, no care in the world. No regret. Life as I knew it crumbled all around me, the walls seemed to be moving in.

With all my strength, I couldn’t loosen or break the chains. Ripping myself from the inside out, rupturing at the seams with resentment. Watching another man defile and conquer my wife’s body decimated my ego, pride, self-esteem, and overall manhood into dust. I was broken man. Dropping to my knees, I wanted to shrivel up and hide in a deep, dark, and damp corner for the rest of my life. Unable to conjure up the strength to get back up. Never to be heard from again. I started to repeatedly scream with every piece of emotion I had left built up inside of me. My efforts to move closer to them were of no benefit, the harder I struggled, the further away I was pulled. There were no words to fathom what coursed through my veins.

Randomly, a light appeared way above me in the sky. I figured the only way out of here was to scream towards the bright light, as this heinous act unfolded in front of me. How could I escape from this hell? There was no way out. The heat in the room seemed to intensify with each passing second, sweat dripped from my forehead and onto the ground as I gazed upon such sin. Unbearable.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t identify the guy as he kept plugging away. But I had an odd feeling I knew him for some reason. Unsettling. How could this happen to me? Why was this happen to me? Who would do this to me? It was too late, there was nothing I could do. I tried everything. Exhausted. Heart pounding through my chest. Out of breath. Covered in my own blood. Pieces of myself scattered all over the ground. On the brink of passing out, I looked on while my wife and this random man climaxed at the same time.

Simultaneously, I soared out of a deep sleep. Shocked. Stunned. Appalled. Gasping for air. Drowning in emotion. Breathing heavy. Pillow soaked with sweat. Dehydrated. Looking around. Questioning where I was. As I gathered my thoughts, I looked over to where my wife typically sleeps, she wasn’t lying next to me. Weird, what time is it? As I look at my phone, it lights up my face showing the time, 3:50 am. I wondered where she was. The bedroom door was slightly open. Then an unmistakable moan resonated from downstairs. My body froze, unable to move, I felt the chains around my wrists and ankles once again, as all the feelings from my nightmare crept back over me…..

THE END