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Fighting Fear ~ Flash Fiction

October 1st, 2013 by Theresa

No way.  No way in hell.

Song watched the projected images pushing down panic.  Slides of the mission terrain flashed along with pictures of the hostages.  The Captain relayed the details.  Sweat trickled down her back.  Song folded her arms to cover rubbing sweaty palms on her sleeves.  Her stomach roiled and nausea beat at her throat.  She missed hearing the time the volunteers would deploy.

Doesn’t matter.  No way am I jumping out of a perfectly good airplane with a pillowcase on my back.

Song bolted for the door only to have her way blocked.  Duke.  The only man in the world who could push her buttons.

“What do we have here?”  His drawl grated on her nerves.  The annoyance of his presence pushed back her queasiness.  “Miss Song not going on a mission?  Is there something wrong?  You missing your big chance to show me up?  Looks like I’m the right ‘man’ for the job – again.”  He grinned – the shit-eating grin he always wore when baiting others.

Face hot, Song’s hands curled.  The pounding in her ears pushed back the fear and nausea.

He’s pushing you. You know it.  You don’t have to do it.

Duke blew her a kiss.

Her fist moved in a blur.  In a flash, Duke was on the floor, nose bleeding heavily. Breathing heavier, Song marched back into the briefing room.

“I’m in.” She held out a shaking hand for her orders.

No way in hell am I ever doing this again.


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Retirement Fund ~ Flash Fiction

September 24th, 2013 by Theresa

The raucous crowd refused allaying. Demands of blood rose to screams for Jesse’s head as punishment for the crime. Six shots in the air from the judges’ gun got the crowd’s attention.

Jesse stared at his black clad executioner.

“Ya’ll know how this gon’ go, son?” drawled the old man as he holstered his weapon and glared at the crowd. Jesse glanced around and shrugged. Pinched and hungry faces stared back. With no money and no food, a grisly death rated high as entertainment.

“Yeah,” Jesse said weakly. “Stole water. Means the death penalty.”

The executioner mounted his horse and waved to the crowd. They roared back. The judge took out his gun again.


“One question,” Jesse said. “Do I get a head start?”

Laughter filled the air. The executioner shrugged and nodded.

The judge walked over and took off Jesse’s chains. “I’m sorry, son,” he said.

“Don’t be,” Jesse said. “I got him right where I want him.”

Confused, the judge stumbled back. Jesse turned to the city gate. He took a deep breath then sprinted for the wilderness.

Hoof beats drew closer.

Jesse ran harder. He stopped dead at a scrub of brush. Turning back, he smiled as a sniper’s shot picked the executioner out of the saddle.

“How much this one worth?” asked his partner, Grant, from the brush.

“Two mil. Dead or alive.”

“Let’s go home,” Grant said. “We can finally retire.”

“And do what?” Jesse asked.

Grant shrugged.

“Let’s go home,” Jesse laughed.

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Job’s Done ~ Flash Fiction

September 14th, 2013 by Theresa

Jen spat blood and tested the links that chained her to the chair.  She made a show of running her tongue over her teeth to test their looseness.  She looked up to her captor who readied to deliver a second blow.

“You will die tonight,” the vampire spat. The creature made a show of descending her fangs.  Jen rolled her eyes.

“Sophie?  You know,” Jen said casually, “that trapping me in my own home was a bad idea, right?”

“I will feast on your blood.  Tomorrow, I’ll bring your corpse to master as a prize,” Sophie purred as she rocked Jen’s body with another punch.

“Your Master?” Jen wheezed as she glanced as the clock and the shuttered windows. “Venari? That’s what this is all about?” Blood dribbling from her nose, she laughed weakly. “Jeez. You’re just jealous! Wow! Look lady, he came to my house to order a hit, not hit on me.”

“You’re an assassin?” Sophie asked with a laugh. “A puny human like you?”

Jen joined her in laughter as she watched the clock.  A faint alarm went off in another room.  Jen continued to laugh as the shutters opened automatically and daylight poured into the room.  She giggled as the vampire went up in flames.

Jen twisted her wrist and slipped out of the chains.  Getting up, she wiped her nose on her sleeve and dug her cellphone from her purse at the front door.  She dialled quickly and smiled when the line connected.

“It’s done.”




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Currency ~ Flash Fiction

September 7th, 2013 by Theresa

Amanda struggled up the rain soaked church steps. The night swallowed her cries of pain. The long slash on her thigh left a bloody trail. As she reached the top, step gooseflesh rose on her arms. Thunder crashed around her as she reached for the door handle.

Too late.

A strange force picked her up from the door and yanked her several feet in the air. Heart pounding Amanda screamed as the ground rose up.


Amanda swam back to consciousness . The stench of sulfur filled her nose. She opened her eyes to find the demon smiling at her. Far too late for rescue.

“You shouldn’t have run,” he said. His too wide grin revealed far too many teeth for Amanda’s comfort. “I suppose this is the part where I utter some vile threat? Something like “I will feast on your blood” or some other nonsense?”

She dragged herself backward to the mansion door. Resting against the jamb, she faced the demon.

“You don’t say anything,” she wheezed. “You just die.”

A darker shadow attacked the demon. The door opened and a deep voice chanted the exorcism. A smoking hole in the granite marked the demon’s destruction.

“Father Francis, I hate being bait,” Amanda said finally.

“I hate working with vampires,” he replied.

“I hate being currency, for them, too.”

“No, you don’t. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Father Francis turned away. Crouching over Amanda’s leg, a single vampire licked its lips.
Smiling, Amanda shivered.

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