“Are you ready
to rock?”
Johann
Sebastian Bach *
It looks like
for every computer that I checked on, Langdon's Flash Fictions is now the first
result for my name on google! (Full name being Langdon Kennedy if you
have looked at the abouts or my blogger profile or whatnot) so if you
don't want to type in a url to get to my website you can just google my name and if you want to tell someone about my website you can tell them just to google my name. It'll pop right up, boom! And despite the
fact I have the last name of Kennedy I have no relation whatsoever to
President John F. Kennedy. (Somebody asked me that before which is
why I stated it)
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Their
Ultimate Weapon
They us crushed
easily. The aliens took over Earth with so little effort. They had a powerful
weapon. Oh, it wasn't a bomb or some sort gigantic spaceship or tank.
It was a raygun. But not the kind that melts your skin. It brought
back memories. The kinds they wanted. Whatever was needed to bring
you to their side. If they needed you to join an idealogy sure. They
could also torture you by putting you in a loop of remembering
everything wrong you've ever done. Buried in guilt until you've given
in. Pain will do to. Emotional or physical, those things you've
buried away will come back by their will. They shuffled people's
brains about, rearranging how people chose to interpret, store and
forget their memories. You couldn't lie to yourself anymore, justify
your actions. They pounded everything into your head as they pleased.
I relived the
time I murdered that man over and over until I gave in. I wonder
what the aliens would think would best crush you into submission.
What are your regrets...?
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