The Feminist

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HORROR. HUMOUR. FLASH FICTION. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?

Submitted: June 08, 2018

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The Feminist

 

  I have to check under my bed every night for the Feminist. She

hides under there in a black burka. She tells me in a wheezy

whisper...

- I'm gonna cut your wee wee off Tommy! I'm gonna cut your wee

wee off Tommy!

  The Feminist climbs onto my bed, I can see in the moonlight

shining through the window that her face is hidden by her veil, but

I can see her eyes, they're cockroaches! she wheezes...

-I'm gonna cut your wee wee off Tommy!

  the Feminist pulls a near empty packet of tobacco out of the folds

of her burka, it's held together by a rubber band, she empties some

of the dregs of tobacco onto a torn piece of old newspaper, and 

rolls a cigarette with her nicotine stained hands and fingers. She inhales,

coughs, and blows smoke into my face...

- I'm gonna cut your wee wee off Tommy!

  The Feminist drags a pair of scissors out from under her burka, 

and threatens me with them. She raises her burka and shows me

her terrible body, it's just flies and maggots. She points the scissors and

forces me to kiss and lick the monster between her thighs...When she's 

finished she grabs me...

- I'm gonna cut your wee wee off Tommy!

  And the Feminist tries to but her scissors are blunt, she tries, it hurts,

it hurts, but the scissors are blunt...

- I'll have to get a sharper pair tomorrow from work.

- Where do you work?

- I work at the university Tommy. I'm a professor of philosphy!

  The professor will be back tonight with a sharper pair of scissors.

  I've told my wife about the Feminist, but she just thinks I'm making 

it up. She tells me that I'm crazy. She sleeps alone now in the spare

bedroom.

  I must admit that though the Feminist scares me a bit, her visits are

paradoxically a real sexual turn on. so I go into the spare bedroom

to find my wife's black satin nightie to relieve myself with..,

 I notice resting open on the sheets, a copy of the, " the Second Sex "

and I hear from between the pages, the wheezy whisper...

- I'm gonna cut your wee wee off Tommy! I'm gonna cut...

 

 


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