Stories - Ultra Short Works by Shadowkeeper

[color=blue:2kn834hp][size=13pt]These were written in response to a challenge to writers to work within a 100 word limit. It was a lot of fun, and hopefully I’ll be adding more of these in the future.[/size][/color:2kn834hp]

[center][b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=14pt]Ultra Short Works

By Shadowkeeper[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp][/center]

[b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=12pt]Short Engagement[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]”Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Completely.” She responded with a love filled voice.

“Well that’s pretty stupid.” He let the blade drop, and then reclaimed the engagement ring and left her head on the floor.[/size]

[b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=12pt]A Convenient Tradition[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]“You have dishonored the Family. You know what you must do.”

“Yes Father.” Kneeling, she picked up the knife and drew a deep breath before plunging it into her guts. Grunting and whimpering, she drew it across her stomach and watched her insides spill out.

She looked up, and his blade came down.

As his daughter’s head rolled away, he thought that while she was a poor student, she was going to make for a wonderful dinner.[/size]

[b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=12pt]A Smoke Free Work Place[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]Jamie sucked the bag to her face once more, trying to draw in just a little bit more oxygen into her body. Her lungs were screaming at her, and everything was getting fuzzy. She looked out through the plastic and her blurry eyes made out her coworkers lazily smoking their cigarettes while they watched her struggles.

Marge yelled to her, “Hey Jamie, how’s that smoke free air?”

As Jamie died, she cursed the studies that got her so worked up about second hand smoke.[/size]

[b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=12pt]Conflicted[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]Fear.

Fear coursed through Darla as she felt the noose tighten about her slender neck.

Lust.

Lust for her Master hardened her nipples and moistened her cunt, her juices lubricating the crotch rope that ran between her nether lips, as He ran his hands down her body one last time.

Regret.

Regret that she would never see her daughter grow up made her lips tremble and eyes tear up, as she watched Him take up the chord that would pull the chair out from under her.

Love.

Love unquestioning, unlimited flowed through her as He blew her a kiss, told her to dance well, and pulled the chord. [/size]

[b:2kn834hp][u:2kn834hp][size=12pt]Eve of Discontent[/size][/u:2kn834hp][/b:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]I look down at her lithe body, twisted from its terminal spasms, and feel myself getting hard.

Then I look at her sweet face, frozen in her final moment of terror, pain and confusion, and although I become all the more aroused, I can’t help feeling sorrow that such potential had to be wasted to sate my needs.

Oh, Eve, why didn’t you lock your door?[/size]

[u:2kn834hp][b:2kn834hp][size=12pt]Following Instructions[/size][/b:2kn834hp][/u:2kn834hp]

[size=12pt]As I followed the little slut out of the club, I saw her Tramp-Stamp.

“Ride me hard and put me away wet”

Unlike most men, I prefer to follow instructions to the letter, so I took her to the river, inserted tab A in slot B, rode her drowning ass hard, and left her floating there for nature to dispose of.

Girls really should be more careful what tattoos they pick, lest they regret them later.[/size]

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[quote author=luiscypher link=topic=1562.msg6463#msg6463 date=1311280514] I love these, SK! They have two all american virtues for the modern Videogame Generation.

They don’t require a long attention span and they give instant gratification! [/quote]

They are really fun, I need to do some more sometime (it’s one of those forms of writing where it has to just come to me though).

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Did a new one - it’s at the bottom of the first post, entitled ‘Conflicted’. I went eight words over, nine with the title, but what the heck, close enough.

This one is exclusive to this forum in thanks to t’Sade. 8)

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[quote author=luiscypher link=topic=1562.msg6487#msg6487 date=1311790166] That new one reads like a poem. [/quote]

Yeah, it’s pretty much supposed to read like that. The first two lines kinda popped into my head, so I just went with it, which is how all of my shorter stuff tends to get written. The Darla character is vaguely based on a girl that I work with. Don’t tell!

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[color=blue:3bfzbikw][size=13pt]Just put another one into the original post. Here it is:[/size][/color:3bfzbikw]

[b:3bfzbikw][u:3bfzbikw][size=13pt]Eve of Discontent[/size][/u:3bfzbikw][/b:3bfzbikw]

[size=13pt]I look down at her lithe body, twisted from its terminal spasms, and feel myself getting hard.

Then I look at her sweet face, frozen in her final moment of terror, pain and confusion, and although I become all the more aroused, I can’t help feeling sorrow that such potential had to be wasted to sate my needs.

Oh, Eve, why didn’t you lock your door?[/size]

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[color=blue:1976r4cs][size=12pt]Just came up with a new one, inspired in a twisted way by this strip from the webcomic ‘Something Positive’ (check the comic out, it has lots of material that fits our tastes): http://somethingpositive.net/sp12132011.shtml[/size][/color:1976r4cs]

[u:1976r4cs][b:1976r4cs][size=12pt]Following Instructions[/size][/b:1976r4cs][/u:1976r4cs]

[size=12pt]As I followed the little slut out of the club, I saw her Tramp-Stamp.

“Ride me hard and put me away wet”

Unlike most men, I prefer to follow instructions to the letter, so I took her to the river, inserted tab A in slot B, rode her drowning ass hard, and left her floating there for nature to dispose of.

Girls really should be more careful what tattoos they pick, lest they regret them later.[/size]