He ran the blade across his face. Stubble was always an issue for him. He couldn’t remember ever having an entirely smooth face.
The mist in the mirror began to fade. He reached up and gave it a wipe with a dry towel.
He dropped his razor into the sink. His reflection grinned with a flicker of red in its eye.
Today was the day.
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The image for this post was lost thanks to the spectacular WordPress 5.0 update explosion that knackered this website. Sorry.
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What’s happening today?? I’d love to read more of this! Sounds good.
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Haha, there’s a larger narrative to the horror Fears, but for now, we imagine. š
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I like it!
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Oooooooo.
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MMmmmhmmmmmm! š
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I read this a second time, I kinda wanna finish this story off! My kinda story I like the start. Today, is the day!
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Haha, hey your blog’s tag line has ‘keep it suspenseful’. š
If you finish the story on your blog, I would be happy to link back to you on Little Fears and social media. About 40k followers so would hope you get some traffic out of it!
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Oh oh, what’s next???
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‘Something!’ š
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What a cliffhanger!
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Haha, thanks! š
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What manner of murderous intent, eh? Well done. Unless that’s it and you’ve succumbed to unfinished story equals flash fiction thing.
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Ooo yes and no! There’s a larger narrative to the horror fears. Malcolm’s story comes to an eventual end. The Little Fears stories from… August’ish on-wards form larger narratives for its characters. Though the horror ones have an awful lot of ambiguous endings. š
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These writings are fun. I’m glad you commented on my blog because I don’t think I would of found you. Looking forward to your posts ?
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Hey hey knitting lady. Welcies and thank you. My missus hand spins her own sheep fuzz into wool balls then create marvels (to my mind) that keep my feet and head warm. No matter where I look in our home there is wool in various states of creation. So, by default, I am interested in wool, even though I often have no idea what wool I am looking at. š
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Well hello Fears?My Mister would love me to be involved in spinning wool. He is my biggest fan so being a good Missus I bought a bag of blended wo
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Well Hello Fears ? Curtsy to the missus for spinning what a beautiful art. I have been totally interested in spinning and have had my husband influencing me to do so. I finally bought a hand spinner and a bag of blended wool and it is not easy. If you guys are interested I would post a picture of your spun wool on my sight as a post. If not that’s ok too?
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“had my husband influencing me to do so.” ~ I.E. He wants woolly socks and gloves. š
For picture usage, pop over to http://dmstrachan.co.uk/ and say hello. I don’t like speaking on the better halves behalf, she’s got her own voice. š Also not sure if there’s any of her hand spun photos there, is on Twatter though. https://twitter.com/DonnaMStrachan/status/874627234212007936
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I’ve made wool socks for my husband he wanted them for camping but since I’ve never worked with wool and didn’t look it up I washed them and you know what happened next? Shrank to an unimaginable size. Live and learn.
Thanks I’ll use the link to share with Donna
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Hooo, yes, made that mistake once on a buff the missus made me! Doh!
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I always enjoy your flash fictions and all the stories behind them!! ? The Day may be one of my favorites, at least because it makes me want more. Thanks for sharing!!
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Thank you Brit. š
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Deeply creepy! The pic looks a little like the Peperami ‘too spicy for ya’ wurst-geezer… Who is also creepy, although not as much as the kiddie in the Tina Turner ‘Proud Mary’ AA ad at the moment.
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Arf, thank you. Loved the Pepparami adverts, even if I am vegetarian. š
Haven’t seen the Tina advert yet myself.
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