Hello dear friends, welcome to the Story Emporium.
I’ve written you all another tale, this one definitely has a horror vibe to it.
The prompt was “Green Light” and initially I was going to enter a Flash Fiction Competition but alas all I could think of was the Red Light/Green Light bit in this:-
I subsequently missed the bleeding Competition Submission Entry window because I had the Tom Cruisemeister fighting a helicopter in my brain and the magical story fairy wouldn’t visit but was happy to sit back eating popcorn.
I then came up with the idea of an entirely different storytelling experience altogether a week later because creativity likes to be reliable like that, as I am sure you are all aware.
So, enter at your own peril and abandon hope all ye who enter here.
I’m joking of course – enjoy the show!
No End In Sight (by David Ellis)
She was all up in his grill.
He could feel her hot breath, as she moved in closer and closer.
He felt her invading his personal space in the same creepy familiar way that she always reserved for these encounters but right now there was nothing he could do about.
He was helpless, powerless, rooted to the spot.
It took him all of his considerable willpower not to snigger in her face.
He knew that such insolence would not go down well and he would possibly be punished for this behaviour. The ritual however was so bizarre that the absurdity of it all made him want to throw caution to the wind and allow himself the luxury of a surreptitious guffaw.
Focusing harder in the ghoulish semi-darkness and attempting not to look directly at her, he began pretending that she was a snake headed viperous Medusa but in spite of these efforts, his eyes were inevitably drawn magnetically back to her commanding presence.
“Look at me Hector! Look at me!” She clicked her fingers at him impatiently.
Hector reluctantly complied with the request.
“That’s good, there’s a good little boy.”
She had blown in his eye earlier.
Right in the socket.
It had made him very uncomfortable and he had heroically fought the urge to weep.
But he had to tough his way through this. He was a man. And real men don’t cry. Real men bleed and bury their feelings. His mind began to wander. He wondered if he was strong enough to endure this torture.
As time dragged on, she made things even more uncomfortable for him. His vision had begun to blur and she continued to encourage this further.
More questions. More clicking. More gadgets and devices to cause him distress and discomfort.
But nothing could prepare him for the final question she posed:-
“Green or red?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on Hector, you can tell me and this will all be over soon.”
“Green or red?”
It’s a trick! “Neither!” he replied smugly.
“OK then, everything still seems to be the same. I guess you’re free to go.”
Hector made a run for it and then stumbled out into the light outside, blinking furiously.
Hector had made it out of there this time with everything intact but next time, he might not be so lucky.
A woman approached him at the entrance of the building.
“How did it go? No glasses?”
Hector shook his head.
And with that he took his Mother’s hand and they headed off home.
21 thoughts on “Flash Fiction / Short Story – “No End In Sight””
A fine story with a great twist. never saw that coming. 🙂
Thank you very much for the comment.
To be honest I didn’t see it coming myself until I finished it then it all fell into place!
Tight, no odd bits really. The ending was quite a clever one.
Most kind of you to say so my friend, I am most grateful that you took the time to read it for me. I am particularly proud of the twist, I like how most things build up to a climax in a horror tale, whereas this has horror that builds up and then turns into something else entirely!
It works. As with a joke, expectations are everything.
We make erroneous assumptions and are confronted with a smackdown when forced to see how wrong and lazy our trusted brains can be.
So glad you think it works – thank you. That means alot to me and that you read it – your comment is very kind and insightful. Cheers.
Haha. I really liked this story. The twist was really effective. This is great.
Thanks Mike – appreciate it. Your comment means alot, along with the time that you took to read it. Cheers for that buddy and remember, new material every week!
loved it 🙂
Thank you Sharmishtha, glad you enjoyed it. Look forward to reading more of your material, your work is fascinating and very inspirational.
Awesome… I wrote a song called no end in sight.
Thank you for reading my story. I can’t see “No End In Sight” on your blog page. I really like Walls Of Stone. Your vocal style reminds me of a band I really dig called Secret Chiefs 3, they are a mostly instrumental band but Trey Spruance sings every so often. I also really like the barbarian reference in “Walls of Stone” too – I really should be commenting over there instead of here and listening to your other songs too!
I haven’t recorded that one yet. I need to poke around your blog more, I am just so busy right now.
Well I will have to comment when you do record it. I’m going to record some music later this year too, even if it kills me! Poke away when you have time, I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here for the long haul!
The long haul is the way to go.
It just takes so damn long to get where you want to go though. Still, I guess Rome wasn’t built in a day, any progress no matter how small is progress I guess.
I try to stay positive.
Yep – stay positive and stay hungry in whatever you do!
And don’t eat too much… ha!
I do a pretty good job normally but working in an office is tough – not because it boring but there’s always food everywhere. Now if you’ll excuse me, there is a sexy little donut with my name all over it!
I can’t say no to food either.