Tag Archives: mind control

Infection (Horror Flash Fiction)

They infect him with electricity. In the laboratory he was sedated but now, in day to day life, assaults come unexpected and unprotected. They are testing their limits, he knows. He knows everything about them because they are a virus … Continue reading

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Watching TV

Where were you The phantoms ask When the money washed away? Where were you When darkness fell On that fateful day? Where were you When police and chains Robbed the poor and free I was calm Anaesthetised Watching my TV … Continue reading

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Butterfly Girl (Horror Flash Fiction)

I cannot tell you what it is to be a butterfly girl. My lips are closed when words might be spoken and only open at their command for other services. My eyes shut more often than they allow in light, … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction – Clown Gang

The clown gang are professionals. You can hire them individually for parties and for shows and they will certainly play their part. But their real work is more hidden, and only those in the know understand. Only those in the … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Fourteen

I am delighted with our progress. Things go more smoothly and quickly than I had anticipated. Aunt Imogen had always said that it took easier with children, so perhaps there is something childlike in my dear Violet, for she is … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Thirteen

As more time passes, she is more resolute in her decision to see this as a challenge, like a boot camp for her mind, even though during this same extension of time the sessions make this increasingly hard to do.  … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Twelve

She has been awake for some time now. It seems that she has ‘done well’ with something. Her captor, who insists she calls her host, says she performed well. As a result he has loosened her ties somewhat, or perhaps … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Eleven

She responded so well, I am certain I am right. She dissociates so naturally it proves she is born for this. I struggled so much more than her, even given my relative youth, when Imogen began my trials. But she … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Ten

The yellow brick road is too bright too bright. The sky has a strange, doubled yellow glow, hurting the eyes. The rainbow is there, like she thought she heard someone say, and that’s calmer to look at. If she could … Continue reading

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The Flavour of Spite – Nine

  I placed the electrodes on either side of her perfectly skinned temples. I could see she was starting to realise what I mean by the journey, though she could not know it all yet, not really. Perhaps she has … Continue reading

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