Flash Stories

Hey all,

I've been brainstorming some scenarios for tickle stories, most of which just stay "concepts". So it got me thinking, let's all post some quick, one-off micro-stories and see how long we can keep it going. The goal is to present a scenario that's as lucid, but concise as possible. Give feedback to the story above you and write your story in italics.

I'll start:


You wake up in a room, groggy. You notice that your feet are in stocks out in front of you, and your arms are tied behind your back. Two very cruel women stand by a control panel. In a panic, you realize that there are electric toothbrushes strapped to your soles, your arches, and under your toes. Putting two and two together, you cry out: "PLEASE! NO!". The women just giggle and throw the switch. The brushes tickle every sensitive part of your feet! "NAAHAAHAHAHAHAH TURNITAhahahahahaahofffhaahhahaha!" The women just laugh and walk out of the room. "NO, PLEASEAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!" You are left to be tormented and there's no one to even plead with.

The scenario works and provides a very lovely image, but there doesn't seem to be a reason for two women to be there instead of one if they get no description or dialogue and just flip a switch and walk away. And can the reader/victim tell that they're cruel by looking at them, or is that a quick third-person switch?

Here's a slightly longer jab at second-person, under 400 words.

Small metal manipulators clamp onto your toes with a sensation like jewelry after an ice bath, holding each of them back and straight at maybe 20 degrees. They look almost like little soldiers standing at attention, waiting for punishment. You try to move them a little, but your ankles have been held tight in stocks already, and every inch of your legs between your ankles and knees has been clamped or taped down to the unyielding plastic below you.

From that plastic a sheer metal pole juts up, and your hands are chained to its top, both of them desperately batting towards locks at their handcuffs. The keys are too far away to matter. It goes without saying, of course, that you're naked- the alternative would be an additional infraction or twelve and then to have whatever you were wearing cut off, and you don't have that kind of money. A fact which is evidenced by that sign to your right in the concrete room, which you'd be able to see if your forehead weren't locked back to a cushioned bit of the pole. It reads "Petty theft. Threshold:15m Rehabilitation:160m." Police stocks like to use that word, "rehabilitation".

You've never been in these before- you were smart enough not to get caught- but you learned about them in school and took that mandatory test to determine your threshold. Apparently the police recorded those results. "Threshold:15m" denoted that it would take 15 minutes of the stocks' built-in implements until you started shouting about how you couldn't take it anymore.

For Rehabilitation, they'd bring in 4-7 volunteers, trained to ignore everything you say and use high-end tools to slowly reduce you to a pile of tingling nerves that will never consider crime again. You don't see that time limit, but you're nervous that it's even half of that, and either way it's going to feel like a lot more than three hours. They might even fudge it a bit and add in an extra hour or so if you're especially fun.

You try to calm the rabbit-thump in your chest as you watch metal appendages tapered with prickly brushes squirm like charmed snakes towards your feet. And then you start shaking and laughing as electricity licks up and down your soles, and you don't stop for a long, long time.

Yeah, first one wasn't written very well, that was just me getting the ball rolling. Lolz. Yours was excellent! I love how it's 90% anticipation/terror!

"They told you not to go in the forrest but you never listen! Oh well, who are they?

You run freely through the forbidden Forrest when all of a sudden your feet aren't getting as much traction. You quickly realize that you're sinking into quicksand!

In a panick, you look for something to grab onto to pull your self out....

What was that? It feels like something is taking your shies and socks of...

Eh... Ehhehehehehehehehehehe!

You giggle as some unseen creatures start tickling your feet driving you crazy! You have to get out of this! What happens when your whole body goes under?

You can't bare the thought. Why did you go shirtless today?!

Just then you see some branches hanging down from a nearby tree! Desperately you grab hold and start pulling your self out.

Just then you feel something pulling against your ankles while still tickling your feet

"No Stahahahahahahahap!!!!" you shriek and pull harder against the unseen thing.

All of a sudden, some vines come from out of the tree. You see them moving toward your bare and stretched out stomach, sides and armpits!

"Oh that's just wro-AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"