"Goodbye"

Here's an entry for another of Chuck Wendig's wonderful flash fiction challenges. This one is entitled, "The Numbers Game." You have to write a story in 100 words or less incorporating three of the five following words:

• Enzyme
• Ivy
• Bishop
• Blister
• Lollipop

I chose enzyme, ivy, and lollipop. Here's the story, told in exactly 100 words. It's called "Goodbye".

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I look at my watch. Five minutes have gone by, and I'm starting to feel some burning.

I'm in a sticky situation, and I mean that literally. The carnivorous ivy I'm wrapped in secretes a mucousy concoction of enzymes that are slowly digesting me.

My legs are blistering from the acid. I know I don't have much time left. Death has always seemed far away, but I'm nose-to-nose with my own mortality now. Apparently my whole life has been a fucking waste because I've barely done anything, and now I'm going to die. I'm fading.

Black spotted vision, then nothing.

Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge: 100 Words on the Subject of Revenge

This is for a flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig's website terribleminds. The goal is to write a story about revenge in 100 words. Here goes:

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I'm sitting on a hospital bathroom floor, staring at the sharp steel in my hand. This got me into this damn place, I think. You'd think that three stays in locked psych units would be enough to get me to stop.

But for some reason, I can't. I'm hooked. I love dragging the point over my skin, feeling that orgasmic rush when the first drops of blood come out. Still, cutting's ruined me. Look where I am.

I'm getting tired of this shit, I think. Fuck you, cutting.

And I dropped the razor.