UPDATED WITH WINNER: LitReactor's Flash Fiction Smackdown: October Edition

Flash Fiction: A style of fictional literature marked by extreme brevity
How It Works
We give you inspiration in the form of a picture, poem, video, or similar. You write a flash fiction piece, using the inspiration we gave you. Put your entry in the comments section. One winner will be picked and awarded a prize.
The Rules
- 25 words is the limit. (You can write less, but you can't write more.)
- The whole story must only be 2 sentences. No more. No less.
- It can be any genre.
- Give it a title (not included in the word count, but keep it under 10 words).
- We're not exactly shy, but let's stay away from senseless racism or violence.
- One entry per person.
- Editing your entry after you submit it is permitted.
- We'll pick a winner on the last day of the month.
- LitReactor staffers can't win, but are encouraged to participate.
- All stories submitted on or before October 30 will be considered. We'll run the winner on October 31.
This Month's Prize
Win a galley copy of Anthony Quinn's Border Angels (one of The Inspector Celcius Daly Mysteries).
Here's a bit about the book—which comes out this month—from Amazon.com:
On the Irish border, Inspector Celcius Daly investigates human trafficking and a scorched corpse.
The border between Northern Ireland and the Republic is a rugged place: cold, windswept, and dark. For the girls brought here from Eastern Europe, it may as well be a war zone. Put to work in a farmhouse brothel near Dunmore, the women are forced into a living hell. One night, a pimp takes one of them for a ride. She is just planning her escape when the car explodes. The next morning, there is nothing left but the pimp’s charred body and the woman’s footprints in the snow.
As his forensics specialists turn their attention to the burned corpse, Police Inspector Celcius Daly obsesses over the footprints. Where exactly did the woman come from, and where did she go? It is the sort of question asked only in the borderlands—between North and South, between life and death.
Your Inspiration
I hate scary movies. There, I said it. Even though many are very, very good, I just am too chicken to watch them.
But....since it's almost Halloween...
I dare you to scare me.
That's right. You get 25 words and two sentences to scare the *Bleep* out of me. Good luck!
Now Get Writing!
And the winner is…Trevor Duplessis.
Well, you folks are a bunch of scary muthaeffers. I even starred as the intended victim in two entries from previous Flash Fiction winners artistic addict and BarryG. (Nice try, guys!)
But there was one entry that creeped me out so much, I almost didn’t select it as the winner. But then I realized, I told you to scare me, and this entry truly did.
Thanks to Trevor, I will never look at those little stick-figure-family car stickers the same ever again. *shudder* So, without further ado:
Likeness
He peels the sticker of the little boy from the minivan window’s decal family as he walks by. They won't need it come morning.
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Allergies
My family's at the store, and there's a plate of cookies in the kitchen. I take a bite...crap, they taste like peanut butter
I heard knocking on my front door, opened it, nobody. Later I get in my bed and distinguish my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
It Wasn't My Mother
As I lay wrapped in a snug blanket in bed, I hear my mother open the door. Instead I see a doctor watching me and then I realize it is not a blanket I am wrapped in.
My Past Actions
I stand over the freshly turned dirt and a thought comes to mind. If ghosts are real my father will not let me sleep tonight.
Curtains stired. Then I realized that windows were closed.
My sister claims that mommy killed her. Mommy claims I don't have a sister.
I was home alone one night, I sneezed. Then, I got a call from a private number; he said "bless you" and hung up.
I was looking in the mirror. I walked away and when I looked back I was still there.
The Happy Couple
Margret heard her abusive husband come home. She got up, and grabbed the knife.
At night, I get into my car, it is really dark everywhere. I look through the rear view mirror and there it was.
Blood pools around my ankles. Hands grab for my feet and drag me down.
We All Have Demons, Some More Deadly Than Others
My cries for help echoed throughout the room as I was tied to the frozen slab. The demons from my past were back to kill.
Fear consumed me as I pounded on the walls looking for a way out. I was trapped, alone, and soon to be dead.
Before I could turn the lights off, all of them went out and I heard a voice said "It's okay, i got it".
I closed my eyes, nervous about my first plane ride. When I opened them, the calendar in the hospital said November 2030.
Standing in the dark, cold, the faint breeze on the back of your neck. The feeling that something or someone is watching.
Hugh
A deserted highway. no lights, no cars, no people. just shadows. swaying back and forth. back and forth. silently.
Creeping around the corner, heart pounding, palms sweating, wanting to run. One, two, then three steps. Death.
I wake up to a drop of water splash my cheeks, I open my eyes. My mother-in-law plunges her wrinkled face at my lips.
Virus
Computers whir, then fall silent, and inside the viruses invade. Their programers are screaming.
He danced across the room smiling, and giggling while holding the knife. The children watched as he picked up a child and whispered, “lets play.”
Shadow of Love
Pressed against you enveloped in darkness holding tight you ask, "Please". I oblige and feel the warmth as your heart has intercourse with my blade.
Yesterday, I met a sweet old lady. Today, I couldn’t feel my body- I was laying in a freezer.
Therapist said it would take me out of this world....
Strong hands, hovering breath, moist lips, and two tiny daggers resting near my jaw...a quick stab and sweet nectar oozes down my neck.
Toxic Thunder
It is the last night on Earth. Far in the distance, the sounds of Brittany Spear's Toxic can be heard amongst the screams.
I got a call from my dad the other day that made me happy. I've missed him a lot since he's been dead.
I tried to stop and correct my ways. But the blood was everywhere that I couldn't stop. Unfortunately no one survived.
Trying to get to class that dark morning. My hair and face is drenched in blood, and I hear faint sirens.
Burried
He heard a tap and a scratch from behind and swiveled around to shine his flashlight through the fog. RIP Jackson, 2013-'13: too soon.
She shut the living room drapes and ignored her inner demons. A tall retarded man cleaved her skull.
Princess’s scream, werwolves cry, Dracula’s blood spatters across my eyes. Who knows what the next knock on my door will bring, a trick or treat?
21st Century Witch
Activate curse app. Every email you ever wrote and your lifetime internet search history is now being sent to everyone in your address book.
Alone
I was working at home, alone. I felt a cold breath down my neck.
I stood in the cemetery. I was all alone. Then I heard the scream from beneath me. Gee, I thought I killed them all.
I heard a beep and then a woman's voice, but no one was there.
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I was on my way home. I walked through the darkness until nothing but plain, cold blackness swallowed me to the point of no return.
After hours of labor the doctor says its not a boy, its not a girl...its green and has antennae.
I submit my story to litreactor. Then I realize, it has already been submitted...with the same username.
I arrive at home to my bachelor pad — just me. But I’m already at home, facing me opening the door; I’m holding a knife.
Congratulations Trevor Duplessis! And thanks Taylor, I actually scared myself a little writing that one.
Amazing pick! The winner truly deserved this one. Definitely a powerful, terrifying two sentences.