flash fiction ori stories

7/29/2019 Flash Fiction Ori Stories

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Run

A gasping sound from afar.

The gasping sound closer and closer.

The pounding steps approaching.

Brace yourselves.

He enters, eyes wild, a crazed look on his face.

"RUN!!!" He bellows. "RUN, FOOLS, RUN!"

Blank stares.

"RUN!!!" He tries again, his desperate plea falling onto deaf ears.

"Why don't you run???" He cries, pulling his hair in utter frustration.

"RUN, RUN, RUN!!! RUN DAMMIT RUN!!!"

Complete silence.

"RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Staggering, flailing, he screams and screams and screams.

Pindrop silence.

Wild-eyed, he spins in circles, desperately trying to gain someone's attention. Someone,

anyone.

Suddenly, he catches my eye and scurries over to the window.

I subconsciously take a step back, but it is too late, he has reached me.

"Please, run..." He pleads piteously, no longer screaming as before. "Please, run..."

An imperceptible shake of my head, he catches my meaning.

"Not running?" He enquires quietly, like a broken man. A big, heavy sigh from him.

Again, a tiny shake of my head.


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"Not running?" he asks again, this time with narrowed, slithy eyes. A chilling, quiet voice

that causes my hair to stand at its ends.

Like a panic button, my shake triggers him off.

Screaming, he leaps in my direction, terror escaping from his blood-shot eyes, contorted face

and shrivelled body.

"RUUUUUN!!!"

"RUUUUUN!!!"

"RUUUUUN!!!"

To his horror, he hits an invisible wall and crumbles backwards, screaming louder than

before. Terrifying echoes bounce off the walls.

Attendants rush in to sedate him.

I walk away from the window.

My life in a mental asylum.


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Silent Crying

The voice of a child refugee who has been sold to human traffickers.

Ouch. Stop it! Stop it! It hurts, you bastard.

Bastards.

Stop kicking me. Stop stomping on me.

Please.

My head throbs painfully. My tummy hurts.

Im hungry. The mouldy bread that mama sacrificed for me gave me horrifying pain, and the

vomiting and diarrhoea that followed weakened me further.

Mama. Wheres mama?

Mama! Mama! Mama!

They beat mama until she stopped crying. Mamas eyes stare towards the ceiling, wide open

with terror. I think her bloodied arms and body will never protect me again.

They silenced her; the way they had silenced papa.

I dont want them to come for me. I dont want to go, Im scared. They do bad things to

children, especially small girls like me.

Mama warned me about it.

I hear them coming back.

Im scared. Im scared.

Mama, please wake up.

Papa, please wake up.

Please.

I dont want to go.

Im scared.

Im scared.


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The Hug

They both looked at each other, and knew that it was happening. Nervously, they both

looked away, looked at anything, anythingbut each others eyes. It was awkward, but they

knew that fate had drawn them together, and they just had to give it a try. He tried to hug her,

she turned away hurriedly and said goodbye. He stared at her retreating figure longingly.

The next time they met, the silence was awkward. Yet they felt each other

inexplicably drawn to one another, like North and South poles. The conversation they tried to

make was shy, hesitant. They talked about everything under the sun, everything not related to

themselves, that is. It felt awkward to get personal. This time, she allowed him an awkward

hug, but he felt that it was given reluctantly, and quickly drew back. Again, he stared at her

retreating figure, aching for things to get better.

The next time they talked, things felt better, less awkward. They could actually make

spontaneous conversation, and the awkwardness felt less. Less, but present, nonetheless.

They talked about their likes and dislikes, their family members, their lives. They began to

make more eye contact, less timidly than before. The third hug they had, it felt better. It

felt comfortable.

The next time they met, their eyes never left one anothers eyes. He even began to

tease her, enjoying her giggles and shy smiles. Their talks focused on their hopes and dreams,

their aspirations in life. The fourth time they hugged, it was the tightest hug they ever had,

and with it an unspoken promise.

The unspoken promise that there would be more hugs to come, and perhaps the

possibility that they would someday hold hands. And maybe, just maybe, the chance of a kiss.

Blissfully, they smiled to themselves as they continued to enjoy each anothers embrace.


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A Haunting

Terrified, I turned to her and pushed her ahead of me. "Go go you go first, please..."

My terrified whisper spurred her to take the lead although she was just as terrified as I was.

Trembling, we stumbled through the horrifying darkness together, regretting our stupidity.

Soon, the screams started, causing us to jump. We clutched each other, eyes staring

into the nothingness, waiting in dread for our end to snatch us away. Hands started clawing at

us, cold fingers grabbing our hands, legs, bodies. Bloodied faces floated around us, grinning

at our terror, snarling in our faces.

Suddenly, a horrible white being cradling a demonic, bloodied baby appeared in the

passage in front of us.

AHHHHHH!!!

Our terrified screams did nothing to scare it away and it refused to leave, blocking our

way. Behind us, the ghouls hysterically laughing, crying, and wailing at us, with us. We were

hemmed in!

Suddenly, the evil being with its bloodied horrifying baby vanished, as quickly as it

had appeared. We blindly thrashed forward, looking for a way of escape out of the

nightmarish pitch black world we had plunged into.

Suddenly, a powdered white face flickered in front of us, red jagged scar running

down its eye. Delighting in the utter terror on our faces, it flickered its face all around us,

wildly running around us in circles. Round and round... round and round... it ran around us,

its face betraying a perverse pleasure at our trembling terror.

The claws, the bloody faces, the white floating bodies, bodiless hands grabbing hold

of us, the screams, the wailings, the evil laughter all become a horrible nightmare. Seeing no

way out, we clutched one another in fear and prayed that we would escape or die soon. Death

was better than this nightmare.


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Suddenly, we spotted a light behind a headless floating body. Desperately pushing the

being aside, we headed towards the light and suddenly found ourselves in daylight again. We

had survived! Hugging each other and laughing hysterically, we vowed never to pay to enter

a haunted house again.

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