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Part Time Writer of Science Fiction and Fantasy. Hopefully a blog for Stories, both Long and Short


House of Pleasure

Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Björn Rudberg.

I’m back in the writing grove now, so to speak, with hopefully an end in sight for the house move. Fingers crossed for the end of the month. I’ve also finally got my short story piece out and about (Order of Magic – 4.7k words) after a few edits and to great relief. Anyone who enjoys Fantasy Fiction and Magic, feel free to have a read.

Anyway, on with the main show. As always, comments are appreciated. I will try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I will tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.

Finally, just a quick word on the weekly challenge. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there’s something for everyone to be found within its midst.

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

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House of Pleasure

“This is it”

Billie’s tone was suggestive as she exited the car, gravel crushing delicately underfoot before she sauntered down the path.

Eager for the night to unfold, Tom walked past, expectation forcing pulse to race as he approached the house. Pleasure of the mind was what he yearned, not crudeness of flesh, and the house might offer what he sought.

Door opening, he heard nothing, the silence was unexpected. Peering through, he recoiled in horror; bodies littered the floor. Nestled among them was metallic terror, tiny robots harvesting victims; tearing, biting and injecting those that lived, indulging some grand experiment of nefarious purpose.

Turning to flee, Tom felt a shove, pushing him to the floor.

“No turning back now”, laughed Billie as she slammed the door shut.