I'm writing a novella! Kinda. I'm more so just throwing some words on the page, but I can't do that without attention. Also calling this flash fiction is a little misleading. Sure some days I might only write two paragraphs, but generally you can expect a little more than that. And yes, they will be (by and large) unedited.
Tune back every weekday in February to see how this tale turns out. It'll be dumb, I'm sure. Feel free to throw suggestions at me anytime to get mentioned at the end of each chapter (if I use your idea). Enjoy!
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Terrence collapsed on the unswept floor as he gasped for air, stretching out his shirt collar in an attempt to rip it to shreds so it could do him no more harm. After a coughing fit, he regained half his composure and began to look around an even more abandoned section of the airport. Perhaps he was finally alone. The two women hadn't followed him, but he still felt like he was being watched. It was then that he felt something land on his head, what felt like a light grasp.
Attempting not to freak out, Terrence slipped his hands in his pockets to resist investigating whatever was now riding him. It could be gross or have sharp teeth, he thought. Pivoting his eyes and head slowly, he searched for a mirror while he tiptoed down the hall. Part of him wanted to attempt a somersault to free himself, but he didn't want to risk whatever had claimed him startling and ripping off his head.
After five minutes and .2 kilometers of light footing, Terrence started to realize this airport did not support vanity in the slightest. Probably for the best, he thought, most people show up looking busted... unless they were Uncanny. The creature's grip pulsed causing Terrence to drop to his knees. He pulled his hands out of his pockets in time to resist smacking his head against the floor. As he pushed himself up, he noticed the clouds were getting thicker and causing heavier snowfall. A light flickered between him and the wall length window, and he began to see his reflection. He looked pathetic next to the falcon possessing him.
Terrence's eyes widening as he tilted his head up to catch a glimpse but was unable to. He felt a weight pull him backwards, but he resisted and returned his gaze to the window. A falcon with navy blue feathers, white feathers accenting his wings and tail, had perched atop Terrence's modest melon. Terrence slowly rose to his feet and noticed the falcon probably added three feet to his height.
He attempted to address it, but it squealed at his first syllable. Withstanding the audible assault, he tried again. "Hi." He waved to the mirror. "Yeah, I'm talking to you." The falcon tilted its head. "I'm not gonna hurt you; I just wanna understand you." He raised his right arm and reached for the falcon's upper leg to pet it.
Before he could, the falcon back jumped down onto his shoulders and began to flap its wings. Terrence felt his feet leave the ground at the same rate he felt his sense of control flee. What new hell awaited him? As he surrendered his body, he felt the bird move backwards and then suddenly jolt towards the window. Terrence yipped in horror as he braced for yet another harsh impact.
Cold air whipped across his face. His nose tingled. Terrence opened his eyes: he was hovering in the middle of a snowstorm.
Attempting not to freak out, Terrence slipped his hands in his pockets to resist investigating whatever was now riding him. It could be gross or have sharp teeth, he thought. Pivoting his eyes and head slowly, he searched for a mirror while he tiptoed down the hall. Part of him wanted to attempt a somersault to free himself, but he didn't want to risk whatever had claimed him startling and ripping off his head.
After five minutes and .2 kilometers of light footing, Terrence started to realize this airport did not support vanity in the slightest. Probably for the best, he thought, most people show up looking busted... unless they were Uncanny. The creature's grip pulsed causing Terrence to drop to his knees. He pulled his hands out of his pockets in time to resist smacking his head against the floor. As he pushed himself up, he noticed the clouds were getting thicker and causing heavier snowfall. A light flickered between him and the wall length window, and he began to see his reflection. He looked pathetic next to the falcon possessing him.
Terrence's eyes widening as he tilted his head up to catch a glimpse but was unable to. He felt a weight pull him backwards, but he resisted and returned his gaze to the window. A falcon with navy blue feathers, white feathers accenting his wings and tail, had perched atop Terrence's modest melon. Terrence slowly rose to his feet and noticed the falcon probably added three feet to his height.
He attempted to address it, but it squealed at his first syllable. Withstanding the audible assault, he tried again. "Hi." He waved to the mirror. "Yeah, I'm talking to you." The falcon tilted its head. "I'm not gonna hurt you; I just wanna understand you." He raised his right arm and reached for the falcon's upper leg to pet it.
Before he could, the falcon back jumped down onto his shoulders and began to flap its wings. Terrence felt his feet leave the ground at the same rate he felt his sense of control flee. What new hell awaited him? As he surrendered his body, he felt the bird move backwards and then suddenly jolt towards the window. Terrence yipped in horror as he braced for yet another harsh impact.
Cold air whipped across his face. His nose tingled. Terrence opened his eyes: he was hovering in the middle of a snowstorm.
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