Short Story Sundays

Short Story Sundays are exactly what the title says. Short, random stories or "flash fiction" from the top of my head and yours. Use them for inspiration, or just enjoy them because you want to. Whatever you do, keep writing. Take 15-30 mins to write-about anything and share it below. Do it every day to keep those writer's blocks at bay! 

Please note this one turned out to be a little on the sexy side.

Now begin! 

She slipped on her well worn running shoes over her size 7 feet and headed to the door. Careful to step over the pool of seemingly black blood on the carpet, she snatched the money from the counter in one hand and threw her backpack over her shoulder with the other. Turning the brass knob and heading out into the night, the crisp autumn air slapped her broken face once more and whipped her auburn hair as she gently closed the door behind her.  Taking a shaky breath she pulled her hoodie over her head and with but one regret, she left. "Never again," she whispered into the night as the darkness embraced her and she disappeared. 

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Teresa paced back and forth under the dilapidated bridge nervously awaiting the arrival of her payment. Footsteps pounded pavement as someone ran by overhead, but there was something more, she could feel it. Him. His presence was all consuming even though he was still miles away. She could sense him long before he appeared, though he came at great speeds toward her and when he did get close, it was almost suffocating. He was everything women wanted, with a side of pure fucking evil. His mouth moved, and his words were svelte as he told her what she wanted to hear time and again. Not this time, she thought to herself. He appeared so suddenly her breath hitched and she found herself staring into his lying eyes once more. 

"Here you go Killer," he said with a wink as he tossed an envelope of money at her. A nickname he used as a nod to her past letting her know how much control over her he thought he had. 

"Thank you," she said through a clenched jaw and began counting. She could feel the pressure of his persuasion intensify as he came closer and walked behind her, but she finished counting before acknowledging him again. "You really need to tone it down hot stuff, you don't have to try that hard with me." 

He smiled and leaned into her neck nipping her playfully. She loved his confidence and what he could make her feel, but tonight, would be the last night. Tonight she would be out of the killing game, he would be her last. Spinning around and placing her arms around his neck, "this is the last time Sam. Tonight is the last you'll have of me." She bit his lip drawing blood. His laughter echoed off the wet walls and he slammed her into them lifting her onto his hips. He made her feel, and for that she would always be grateful, but tonight, his reign ends. Tonight she kills the master of shadows and the guild will fall as it tears itself apart from the inside. She stared into the dark green pools that spoke lies to her for so long that she almost believed them herself. His claws cut through her shirt drawing more blood, and she arched into him ripping his head back by his hair and made her way down his neck. He hadn't known what she had been through since last he saw her, and he would die tonight knowing the last mark he sent her to changed her before she managed to kill him. Her breath caught in her throat as they began to climax together. This was it, the moment of truth. She looked down at the man who broke her, pieced her back together and mentally tormented her for longer than she could remember, his eyes were closed his breath labored as the vein pulsed in his neck. A shudder ran through her body and she latched onto his neck. 

At first he didn't think anything of it, but as she began drinking his life force, and felt his power swimming inside her, the moment of pleasure faded fast and he tried to get her off of him. She tightened her grip on him with her thighs, locking her ankles together behind his back. She felt the pain of his claws tearing into her side, but she persisted, nothing he could do to her could kill her. Tonight, she was unstoppable. He fell, still leaning against the wall, his pulse to almost nothing, and he looked at her for the last time as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. Their eyes meeting he smiled, "I knew you would be the one." He sighed and closed his eyes, Teresa watched his chest rise and fall a few times as he gathered some strength and his eyes opened again, "you were always my favorite you know." He smiled. Without a word, she reached over to him, closed his eyes, took his head in her hands and broke his neck.

Tonight, she was free. 

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Hope you enjoyed my "15 minutes" of writing today. Okay so it was more like 30 minutes. It takes me a few to get a story line going in my head! Questions or comments, sound off below!