Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[_Lynn_]

Falling #8

With the escape hatch open, Trent pushed Kelli down the chute first. Her screams echoed through the chamber, her body whisked away into the darkness. Sliding behind her, Trent felt the change in air pressure and knew they were close to safety. Preparing for the abrupt landing, neither expected the shift in direction.

Trent reached out for Kelli just as the chute opened and bright light filled the space. Falling through the sky, thousands of stars glittering around them, Trent caught Kelli’s hand, together forever in eternity.

On earth, a couple in love watched the falling stars . . .


(100 words)

 

[slyc_willie]

Falling #9

Leaves danced across the ground before them as the two students strolled across the campus quad.

"I don't know how you keep picking these losers you date," Mark lamented.

She sighed heavily. "I guess I have the worst luck in the world when it comes to men."

"Obviously," he drawled. "I mean, you've gotta be the most intelligent, beautiful, sexy woman I've ever known, and I've known you since seventh--" His statement went unfinished as he stumbled over a discarded cup, trundling onto his hands and knees in the grass.

Marci was quick to squat beside him, looking at him with new eyes. "You okay, Markie?"

He gave her a sheepish look. "Yeah. I just fell."

Marci's eyes softened and her pulse quickened as she studied her best friend's eyes, his soft, kissable lips. "Funny. Me, too."

(okay, so it's a bit over 100 )

 

[Austin8]

Falling 10

It towers above the earth, a beacon warns oncoming aircraft. Jim was a climber, Darla was a freak for having sex in dangerous places.
The wind was light, as they climbed. Her sweaty hands gripped the hard metal rungs tighter as though her life depended on it. It did.

Reaching the top their pulse racing, the small catwalk barely contained their passion. Releasing her wet cotton tee shirt it flew from Jim’s fingers. Taking her firm breasts in his strong palms, he could feel her heart pounding, One swift push, Jim was falling, He was a user.

“Goodbye dear Jim.”


(100)

 

[slyc_willie]

Falling #10

(Hope there's no rule to posting back-to-back)

***

Amid grunts and gasps of pain, she tumbled down the earthen tunnel, scratched repeatedly along the way. Her pretty blue dress snagged and tore, and she lost one of her cherished white flats.

At last she fell into the open, landing upon a bed of grass. She lay still, breath slowing. Painfully, she raised a hand, brushed dirtied blonde hair away from her face, and looked about.

The sight of giant toadstools among Edenesque trees made her sigh. Laboriously, she stood, dusting the tattered remains of the dress, and glanced back to the tunnel's maw.

"Not again," Alice bemoaned. "Fucking rabbit holes!"

***

ETA: (LOL. Okay, Austin beat me to it, but he didn't pick a theme. )

Next Theme: Robot

 

[Austin8]

Thanks slyc, I was looking back to see what themes had already been used.

Robot

 

[Austin8]

Robot 1

Sharp, twisted metal littered the ground around him, as the J106 surveyed the barren area for signs of life. There were none.

The sharp smell of circuitry permeated the acrid air. This was his home, had been since he was just a small resistor. Now he had become this.

Small beams of light from inside his simulated brain unit punched thru the thick smoke, then he saw her, a stacked and packed 65J9.

“Damn the new ‘sex’ model.”

He felt a shive of emotion stir in his titanium groin, Yes he had become a lean, mean, metal ass packin’ machine.

(100)

 

[slyc_willie]

Robot #2

(Thanks, Austin. )

***

She was everything he could have asked for. Lean, beautiful, impressively endowed, with pouting lips and perfect, long blonde hair. Clad in the skimpiest of bikinis, her skin glowed radiantly with its perfect tan and glistening sheen.

She's gorgeous, Ron thought, watching the blonde make her way around the pool. Dozens of pairs of eyes drank her in with envy and lust. I wish she could be mine.

"Barkeep! Another drink!"

Ron shook his head and responded as per his programming, mixing a Cosmopolitan. This was his role, he knew.

After all, he didn't possess legs, much less that important appendage between them.

 

[Austin8]

Robot 3

The articulated appendage pumped hard, exposing his weakness. He was made for this, no
he was made to welcome visitors to the drome.

A short circuit in a freak rain storm had left him with, this. A slick alloy that could punch a warm hole with laser accuracy thru the tuffest barrier. A women’s frail body was no match for it.

He made his move, lightning has nothing on me, he thought. Taking another victim, unable to contain his programmed instincts. Soft yielding flesh, ripped apart by it.

He wanted more, but he was doomed to spend eternity like, this.

(100)

 

[Austin8]

Robot 4

It went on for days, grinding, pounding. The sweet smelling acid core

solder hung thick in the ten by ten workshop. He had always wanted one, the

perfect woman.

A woman to fill his most intimate desires and now she was complete.

Just a bit more tuning he thought, she was the perfect mix of metal and flesh, his baby.

He inserted the plasma drive, rising from the workbench, a new life, was born. “Morning lover, coffee?”

“Yes, don’t mind if I do,” he said.

“Oh by the way that damn shirt is filthy,” she said.

What had he done...


(100)

 

[Pure]

Robot 5

"But Sophia" he said, "I thought you wanted the sink fixed"

"I hugged you. In my negligée. No panties. Moron!"

“You said, ‘Dishes done!’ I didn’t figure a seduction routine.”

“You’re oblivious.”

“Your needs hierarchy was well specified, I thought.”

“Come here”. Soft.

Hugging him, she reached to the switch he couldn’t, between the shoulder blades; flicked to ‘non-resist.’ For safety, she first removed the hands and feet, replacing them in the box. In his eyes, she saw the realization. “Bye, Harry.” She closed his lids before tackling the head. The label said, “Returns only if parts as originally packed.”

 

[_Lynn_]

Robot #6

Shrieking as she ripped open the package, Kelli felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. Tossing aside the papers, she gasped when she saw the shiny chrome and red machine inside.

The miniature robot was soon between her legs, her favorite vibrator in its hands. She pressed the remote and leaned back while it shoved the toy between her swollen lips.

It drove her vibrator in like a piston, until after her third orgasm she shut it off. Exhausted, Kelli moved the robot over and went to sleep.

With a wicked grin, it grabbed the vibrator and aimed for her ass.


(100 words)

 

[TE999]

Robot #7

"What an interesting specimen. Where was it found?"

"Around 98th street. Debris was being cleared and it ran out of a collapsing building."

"Fortunately it wasn't killed. I have wanted to study one of these."

"There aren't that many left. Radiation killed most of them. Sector 19 has several they're encouraging to breed."

"It would be a great loss if they all died. I'll treat this one carefully. Maybe it will mate with others of it's kind."

"I suppose the hair acts as an insulator. It seems intelligent. Can these be trained?"

Shivering in terror, the man looked balefully at the shiny, buzzing things that had captured him.


(Just about 100 words)

 

[Submissioness]

I've never seen this thread before. I wish I'd have been 5th, 10th or 20th. I'd have changed the topic just for the sake of irony.

 

[Austin8]

I've never seen this thread before. I wish I'd have been 5th, 10th or 20th. I'd have changed the topic just for the sake of irony.

huh? Write a story

 

[Submissioness]

huh? Write a story

Did you read the poll? That would have answered your question.

 

[_Lynn_]

Did you read the poll? That would have answered your question.

Whoever writes the tenth one each time, chooses the next topic.

Write one now, save it, watch the thread, and when someone writes number nine, then you quick post yours as the tenth. That way you can pick the next topic for us.

 

[spankableBelle]

Robot #8

(i was forced and coerced into doing this...)

Cold.

Lifeless.

Smooth.

Steel.

Hard.

Perfection.

Made for pleasure and use. Her own personal fucking robot.

Never tires, never gives out, never rolls over and goes to sleep. Always ready for a ride. Just like her.

Flick of the switch and clamp-like fingers latch on to human nipples as the girl climbs up and slides down the metal cock.

In and out. It glides so easily through her wet snatch. The pinching metal digits bring a gasp that hisses out between tightly clenched teeth.

I watch. Jealous, envious. Their pleasure taboo, perverse, selfishly contrived. It is wholly and completely beautiful.

 

[Austin8]

Robot 9

Her little white bobbie socks were crushed against her black and white saddle oxfords as she took the smooth chrome steel invader for a ride.

It was a gift from her cosmic boyfriend.

It drove deep in her eager sapphic body, searching for the woman inside her young body.

It was on a pre-programmed mission that he chose specially for her.

The game was about to begin as the vibrating steel orb. drove itself deep into her physic.

The baseball team would be here soon, would she have enough left for them?

Suddenly it stopped as it had began.

(100)

I was inspired by a nasty girl!

 

[_Lynn_]

Robot #10

The note said noon, his least favorite time of the day. Pacing in front of ‘their’ swing, he pictured all the work he’d left behind to meet her. His tie felt constricting in the heat of the day, and the sand in his shoes irritated him.

Something was wrong though. She always showed up. An hour and several unanswered calls later, panic set in. The police came and combed the area but found nothing.

Left in the sand, forgotten and ignored, the rusty toy robot smirked, its evil eyes staring out at the crowd, already choosing its lunch for tomorrow.


(100 words)


Next topic is "Pictures"

 

[Remec]

Pictures (1/10)

It had been a surprise...totally.

I had taken care to stand on the actual step-stool as opposed to just a spare dining room chair. Stood on it to finish emptying the top shelves of the hall closet.

Naturally, the lower shelves had had practically weightless things on them--towels, linens, spare comforters. But up top? Thick scrapbooks full of who knew what.

Oh, and that one box.

I never saw it until just before it smacked my forehead, turned, and spilled old Polaroids and other vintage photos on the carpet.

I started picking them up and stopped.

"So, that's where I get it from. Who knew?"
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(100)

 

[MissMeek]

Pictures #2

Dr Harding held up an inkblot picture. "What do you see?"

He scrawled a note as Kathleen grinned.

He selected another. "What do you see now?"

She giggled. He scribbled.

"And this one?"

"Wow! Can I have a closer look?" She studied the picture wide-eyed.

"Why are you showing me porn, doctor?"

"These are inkblots, Kathleen. I believe you have a sexual obsession, which clearly interferes with your ability to function in society, since you've been ordered here by the courts. But we can cure you through prolonged exposure to your fixation."

"Take her downstairs and strip her," he instructed.

(100 words)

 

[_Lynn_]

Pictures #3

Black and white, with shades of gray, covered the pages. The only real color was the bright red of her lipstick. He ran his thumb over one, tracing her curves as he had so many times in the flesh.

Pain sliced through him at the memories. A single tear slid down his cheek, threatening to fall from his chin. Swiping it away, he crushed the picture to his chest.

They were all he had left now, just four years of pictures, and a shattered heart.

Resting his cheek on the bright red of her lipstick in the picture, he sobbed.

(100 words)

 

[TE999]

Pictures #4

Bernard stepped back from the canvas, looked at it appraisingly, then with a flick of his brush added another curl to the portraits blonde hair. Finished, he capped his tubes of paint, cleaned his brushes carefully in the sink and lay down in his cot.

"So this is Bernard Mergenthaler. What beautiful portraits, the man's quite the artist."

"He is, isn't he? He calls them his dream girls. We've encouraged him to sell some of them but he refuses."

"They're all so beautiful. How many are there?

"Fourteen, he keeps some under his bunk."

"We're these women his friends, relatives, wives, lovers?"

"He murdered them."

(100 words)

 

[Austin8]

Pictures 5

The photo arrived today, in the mail. Sexy in its own unique, and mysterious way. The slick glossy finish,

although not three dimensional, is a bittersweet reminder of our unrequited love, the summer we spent curled in each others arms.

Insecurities felt and forgotten. I studied the yellow padded envelope that held it, in the soft folds on its

long journey. Smooth to the touch, perfect in its form, how can an image on a flat piece of paper make me feel this way?

Its sensuous vivid colors and silky smooth textures torture me.

"It is a picture of you."

(100)

 

[TE999]

Pictures #6

Benny looked around, saw no one, then grabbed one of the yellow ones and shoved it in his bag. He tried to look casual, but sweat gleamed on his pale cheeks. He'd never done this before, but it was Mr. Haggerty's orders. He was afraid of losing his job.

Moving to another counter he shoved a smaller blue one in his bag. His confidence growing, he'd soon filled his bag and left. Elated at his success, he walked briskly back to Mr. Haggerty's office; maybe he would give him a raise.

Triumphantly, he placed his bag on the boss's desk.

"Benny you nitwit! I told you to go to Macy's and take some pictures !"

(100 words)