Fear – Very short short story

Hello once more. I’m not actually here right now but I appreciate the fact that you are 🙂 I really hope this scheduled post shows up because sometimes they seem to play about and fail!

Anyways I was a bit pushed for time last week when I was setting this up so I’ve decided to try and write a little mini-short… it can be fun sometimes to try and tell a story with as few words as possible. I hope this works out okay 🙂


It was dark. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed and her heart was racing as if she had been running a marathon. She was afraid to move, almost afraid to breathe.

At this moment anything could happen. This could be the greatest moment of her life or the greatest humiliation and she was both exhilarated and terrified.

She had been against the idea right from the start but they’d outvoted her, dismissing her objection like the wisps of smoke trailing from the end of a cigarette, unimportant and insubstantial.

Now she was the one to pay the price, it had chosen her and she was too much of a coward to refuse.

Then it happened.

His lips on hers were warm and soft and when his hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, she felt her whole body submit to him. Even in her many dreams kissing him had never been like this. She didn’t know any physical sensation could send all of her senses reeling until she didn’t know which way was up.

She didn’t know anything but the feel of his kiss.

Maybe spin the bottle wasn’t so bad after all!

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