Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
This is a collection of flash fiction centered around the last moments of a person's life spanning different genres of fiction.
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Forever
You don’t look at me the way you used to. You used to love me, you used to stroke me, you used to f… me with your eyes.
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Angel
Nikolai always calls me "Angel". Not Sweetheart or Baby or Sugar like all of the others. He calls me "Angel" and I like it. I shouldn't, but I do.
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Basement Baby
My right leg has gone numb. An annoying tickle runs up and down my thigh. Can’t feel anything past my knee. That’s a good thing, I suppose.
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Cherry Pie
"You know how to use that thing?" he pants, his breaths coming out in hot, rancid puffs that permeate the warehouse. It makes the room seem that much smaller, hotter, vile.
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Parasite
It's my fault that it got in me. This is my punishment for being so damn weak. So damn selfish. So incredibly stupid.
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The Mile
The Mile I don't belong here.
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The Pact
He thinks he's being funny. The sound gradually increases on the iPod deck, the rhythmic bass of Steeler's Wheel echo off the bare walls. My brother turns to me and grins.
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Novocaine
“My tooth hurt.” That was my mother’s suicide note: “My tooth hurt.”
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Sympathy for the Devil
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” I release the safety on the revolver. It’s heavy. Makes a loud thud as it falls to the heavy mahogany desk between us. I check the clock.
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Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
How would you spend your last moments on Earth?
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You Noticed Me
You notice me. I’ve loved you for so long and finally, you notice me. Our eyes meet for what seems like the first time. My hand grazes yours. I swear...
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Make You Feel My Love
You said you weren’t “feeling it” anymore. Whatever the hell that means. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I don’t get what you don’t understand...
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The Gift
The Gift February 14th, 2007 “Again!” Blood seeps into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. Instinctively I drop to the ground, but not quickly enough...
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An Adult Conversation
An Adult Conversation “This is your fault.” Immediately I chastise myself. That’s no way to begin an adult conversation. If I’m being truthful, that’...
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Last Request
"Tell me what you want, my friend. Anything in the world and I will make it happen. Tell me your fantasy. Your deepest, darkest desire. Let me give...
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Breathe (In The Air)
The cold air on my face did nothing the ease the heat I felt from the flames that burned beneath me. The harsh February wind sliced through my thin...
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Locked Out of Heaven
I knew I would never see her again. Never again would I hear the soft lilt of her voice or hold her in my arms. That sweet scent of hers that could...
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A Mother's Love
They’ve started up again. The voices. Whispering things I don’t want to hear. Making me feel things I don’t want to feel. Making me do things I don’t...
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