Back with some more flash fiction (1k words or less). Find more like this at ZxStories.art
'Thank-you so much for doing this, Margot,' says the host, grinning magnanimously.
'Oh, don't mention it. You should really thank my agent and my contractual... |
Today was the day, Sameena reminded herself as she dragged herself out of bed. Never a morning person, her day job rarely gave her a good reason to be excited about getting up. Paying her bills was a necessary evil, not a reason to jump out of bed.... |
Christmas themed WAM? You got it. Just a reminder that you could have read this a week ago on ZxStories.art ;)
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'I don't know, Lucy. Christmas isn't really a thing for us.'
'Who's us?' Lucy asked. 'You told me you're the least devout Muslim you... |
I got a new profile pic. It gave me an idea. Here is some micro fiction for you to enjoy, inspired by the profile pic. I'm going to try and make it an ongoing series so feel free to suggest pics to use as inspiration. Enjoy!
Claire glanced around fu... |
'Welcome back, folks,' Maya said. 'It occurred to us during the break that we've really lived up to the name of the show so far. There's been cookery, and it's certainly been crackpot. We started with dessert, after all. So that must mean that the th... |
Not sure on the title of this one, but I suppose it gets the idea across. Time for the Zxstories.art extended universe to come together.
Carrie was no royalist few people with more than a couple of brain cells to rub together are, as far as she wa... |
Old school piece for you today. The original draft of this story is about 15 years old, so a little piece of Zxstories history! More like this on zxstories.art
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'This, I'm afraid, is unacceptable.'
A flash of panic hit Carrie. She felt mildly n... |
'Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. This round, it's finally time to put our contestants' cooking skills to the test,' Maya said, turning to the three women. 'And your dexterity. You'll each be making a randomly selected dish from these envelopes an... |
Bake-off meets Total Wipeout in this absurd gameshow. More like this at Zxstories.art
There were a host of desserts to choose from, but with no way of knowing what was going to happen to them, it was difficult to choose. Amelia settled for a blancma... |
The dirty duo made their careful way to the nearest clothing store. They didn't pay much attention to which one they were wandering into, preoccupied as they were with trying to walk without sloshing their various foodstuffs around more than strictly... |
'Oh, come on,' Lucy drawled. 'You can't just copy me.'
'Wouldn't it be you copying me?' Sameena replied, absently flicking some goop from her brow. 'Anyway, I never said you'd be doing the same thing, did I? I said guess.'
'Alright. I guess you're go... |
'I'd say flattery will get you nowhere with me but I don't think I could keep a straight face.'
Lucy smiled, but was focused on getting the awkwardly slippery foodstuff into her shoes. Unlike Sam's thong, the shoes had plenty of space for it, but whe... |
'Oh, yeah. What a mystery,' Sam replied. 'Must be your bubbly personality.'
'Must be. Right, that's enough stalling. Dare time!'
Sam felt a knot in her stomach a rush of adrenaline passing through. By now, the conflicting feelings of nervousness and... |
'We'll see,' Sam said with a smirk. 'Go and order two milkshakes, I don't care what flavour, and you can even keep your clothing in order for now. I'll tell you the rest when you get back.'
Sam waited patiently, allowing her heart rate to settle aft... |
'Oh, my God,' Lucy said, greeting Sameena with a firm hug. 'You look amazing.'
'Thanks,' Sam smiled back. 'You look stunning, too.'
Sameena wasn't just being polite. Lucy had suggested they dress for their game of dares as if they were going out fo... |
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'Hold still, I've nearly got it.'
Nat fiddled with her lock pick, ignoring occasional whimpers and winces from James. The lock she was working on holding James against the cell wall wasn't anything special, but the room was so dark that it wa... |
Carrie was bored. Bored and hungry. Takeaway wasn't really an option this close to payday and, at this time of evening, she couldn't be bothered to go to the shop. She had been home from work for hours now and a glance out of the blinds told her it w... |
God, this one is ancient, but hopefully it's the kind of ancient that contains gold coins and shiny gems instead of evil curses and awful smells...
Hi ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the first ever exciting episode of Sticky Sports Show! We'll have... |
'Okay, ladies,' said Pam, director of Charity Slimeathon. 'First of all, thanks for doing this. All three of your charities will definitely appreciate it and we appreciate you taking the time. We know you'd rather be elsewhere on a Friday night so th... |
It was all agreed upon beforehand. I was as ready as I ever would be, looking ridiculous in my bright peach coloured swimsuit (a size too small), thin black stockings and two inch black heels. The original dare involved going out in the day time, so... |
2 My friends and I are always making stupid bets with one another, or giving each other juvenile, puerile dares. The stakes vary wildly, from a simple thing like buying someone's dinner to something far less platonic.
One forfeit that always sticks in... |
'Thanks for doing this, Sam,' said Frank, inclining his head towards Sam but never taking his eyes off the rain-wet road. 'I knew you'd help me out.'
'I need the money' Sameena replied, only telling half the truth. The other half was that she had be... |
Sameena sighed as she closed the front door behind her. She flipped her shoes off, not bothering to put them on the rack, and sagged onto the settee. It had been another long, soul-destroying day at work. Christmas was just round the corner, and, whi... |
Sameena picked up her phone and read the text message again:
Summer party tonight. 7PM. North Arcade bar. One free drink + entertainment provided.
She'd never actually met any of her co-workers. Being an agency, and given Sam's proclivities, she'd... |
1 Since her last messy escapade, Sam had been hoping for another similar opportunity. McNoodle King had been the perfect place for her to live out her newfound fetishes without too much risk. She'd even done an especially good job of cleaning up after... |
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