15 Minute Ficlet Prompt: “Violent”

Posted November 19, 2017 by Amber in Flash Fiction, Memes / 0 Comments


Fifteen Minute Ficlets (#15MF) is a weekly Sunday writing challenge hosted here on The Literary Phoenix.  Based on a single word, write a short story in fifteen minutes.  The word count is irrelevant.  Just write your heart out for 15 minutes and be inspired by the word.  You never know what you’ll end up with!



1. using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.
2. (especially of an emotion or unpleasant or destructive natural force) very strong or powerful.
3. (of a color) vivid.

Disclaimer:  Elias Abraham is an ass.  His views in no way reflect my own.

The Way Things Are

Elias put on his fine leather gloves.  They were real leather, not the sort you could get in most respectable shops these days, with the vegans standing at the corners with their picket signs about murder and meat and he hated them.  Not because of the lack of fine leather, but because they couldn’t see the bigger picture.  The vegans, the scientologists, the sexual deviants.  They were all misguided.  All scum.  He wiggled his fingers in the gloves.  They formed over him like a second skin, one he could shed once the necessary deed was done.

A knock resounded at the door.  He looked up, squinted in the firelight.  The Inquisition took care of their business by firelight, that purifying entity, and so would he.

“Come in!” he chirped.  Mimicking his daily happy-go-lucky demeanor was the first step in the trap.  And they always, always fell into the trap.

The door opened slightly.  “Governor?” the raspy voice peeped.  Her tones scratched the inside of his ears.  Demon-infested.  She must be freed, for the good of everyone.

“Come in, my dear.”

The door opened a bit wider.  Her finger brushed the wall, searching for a light switch she would not find.  “Please don’t switch on the lights.”

A pause.  “It’s very dark in here.”

“I have a terrible migraine.”

It was an easy excuse, one everybody understood.  He settled behind his high-backed antique chair.  Footsteps approached and a silhouette in the dark.

“I have the reports you asked for.”

She was so close now, stumbling the black like a confused puppy.  He could practically feel her flesh between his fingers already and he had to fight back the violent urge to leap on her now, to ring his fingers against her flesh.  Give me patience, he prayed, and his heart steadied.

“You’ve been editing the reports, haven’t you Lena?”

The footsteps stopped.  “Governor?”

He could see the whites of her eyes now, reflecting the firelight. “I have it on good authority that you are one of them.  Tell me, how did you get past the system checks?  The blood tests?  Confess to me and I shall be merciful.”

The lie scraped his throat raw.  Elias Abraham did not show mercy to witches and demons.

“I’m afraid I don’t know…” the voice was weak now, he tasted sulfur on her words, the true sign of the devil.  The time was right, and he stopped her lying tongue.

Her neck was like putty in his hands.  The darkness provided enough confusion it took her a moment to react.  Her hands reached up, nails digging into the back on his gloves.  Fruitless, he chuckled to himself.  The gloves were made of good leather, proper real leather.  She could never break his skin, never corrupt him with her poison.

After a matter of minutes, her breath slowed, then stopped.  This one was a fighter.  He felt her unnatural pulse against his palm and was finally able to breathe when it ceased.  As a precautionary measure, he twisted the creature’s head until he heard the neck snap, then let the body slide to the floor.

Elias peeled off the gloves and folded them into his pocket.  Fatigued rushed over him, adrenaline pumping from his system. A  figure emerged from the shadows.  “Amy,” he commanded.  “Clean up this mess.”

“Mary,” his assistant whispered, but he couldn’t be bothered.  He had done righteous work this night and it was high time he had a sherry.


The Story

Elias Abraham is the villain of Ashes to Ashes.  He devoutly believes that anyone with gifts, anyone with sub-standard views and beliefs, is less than human.  He fears that witches and demons live amongst good people, plotting their downfall.  He has risen to power with this platform, speaking to those who are afraid to lose their homes, their jobs, and their selves to lesser beings.  He’s not a voice in the story, which is good, because I feel totally slimy after writing this scene.


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