flash fiction
flash fiction
stories in less than 100 words
don't look
She was tall, thin, and strong – her muscles incredibly defined. But something about her wasn’t right. Her veins were small, blue, and branched out into thousands of lines, forming endless pathways all over her body. She covered most of those in human clothes, which were always black. She was always the first to arrive in class and would sit in the back, taking notes in her language. You could tell she was not from around Earth by how she spoke words with ‘s’, the sound never came out. One day, she caught me spying on her from my seat. It was the first time I looked into her eyes. They were black and glossy, and they penetrated mine. I was suddenly wrapped in horror, unable to move or breathe. It lasted only a second. She averted her gaze and the feeling vanished, but the message was clear.
passing wind
It came out of him with uncontrollable strength. A loud, thick gush of air which cut through the silent room like a jet flying overhead. The others shuffled uncomfortably in their chairs in an awkward attempt to muffle the lingering sound. But then, as if resolute in making its statement, the fart turned putrid, letting its sour smell burn irrevocably through the room. Nothing could contain it.
one strike
She struck me like lightning with her pink hair. Exiting the train in thunderous strides. Her eyes clouded, lost in thought. She didn't see me. She walked straight into me.
I caught her scent, charred roses, and we locked eyes. There was a sharp current of electricity. It zipped back and forth between us, deafening. It made me lose my breath.
Then, just as she came, she went. Like smoke, her scent her only trace. I didn't chase her. She was a chance meeting. A rare event that would never strike the same place twice. Pink lightning in my sky.
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