Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

She was really starting to piss him off.

Who did she think she was anyway? Batting those long eyelashes around and rubbing herself against us suggestively. Wrong team, honey!

First she invites herself along on what was supposed to be a private weekend getaway and now she was challenging him in front of his mate. What he really wanted to do was shift and rip her throat out. But Ryan seemed to be enjoying the silly bitch’s antics so he’d go along with it for now.

But if she messed with his plans for tonight she’d definitely regret tagging along.

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 23

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

I held her in my arms, so very grateful to have this wonderful woman in my life.

With some clever thinking she had solved all of our problems. We would marry just as society dictated we should but we would be free to live our lives in a way that made us all happy.

She could be with her true love. She could have a family with my illegitimate half-brother and their children would inherit the title and lands from both our families.

And I could live my days in my scholarly pursuits and my nights with my stable manager…

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 16

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

They had been friends forever and I knew Jessie was not his type. Afterall Russ might be a horn dog who I constantly had to keep on a short leash or he’d be having sex with every hot guy who flashed him a smile, but the entire time I’d known him I felt I could relax when he was with his childhood friend. But I’d somehow missed the signs because there in our bed, while all our family and friends gathered downstairs for my birthday my partner was going at it like a long time hetero with his gal-pal Jessie.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday

Here is another snippet from my Tattoo WIP.

Hope you enjoy!!

He lifted a massive portfolio onto the high counter and opened it to about the centre and turned it to face me. I flipped the pages a few times, skimming the drawings. I was about the turn the page again when a delicate blue swallow caught my attention. As a child I had seen a drawing of a swallow at my grandfather’s island cottage. A willowy woman had been picking seashells on the shore and I was fascinated how everyone who looked at the painting seemed to fall under her spell and ignore the swallows above her head and the handsome man watching her in the distance. As I grew older, the attractive man had starred in my very first sexual fantasies and I had been too shy to tell my grandfather it was the man and not the young woman whom I had found attractive.

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Shawn designed the dress for his sister with no detail too small and no expense spared. Abe remembered the sleepless nights as his beloved had gone over every detail.

Now looking at the face that so closely resembled the one so dear to him, Abe couldn’t help but feel disappointed himself. Dawn looked so unhappy and whether it was with the dress or the upcoming wedding ceremony Abe could feel the anxiety start to grip him.

Things had finally settled down between him and Shawn’s family but it looked like once again the shit was going to hit the fan.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday -- December 4, 2011

The Darkroom

I picked up the canister to depart the darkroom when someone caressed my shoulder. ­The film canister slipped from my hand, I apologized, but before I could bend to retrieve it the hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, where the fingertips gently massaged the hairline. ­I opened my mouth to protest, when hard lips meshed against mine.­ I stood completely still with shock.­ After a few moments the lips on mine grew gentle and when his tongue travelled across my lower lip I opened my mouth and my tongue eagerly met his. I moaned as the hand at the back of my neck pulled me closer to that probing tongue.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Eric couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d been staring at the photo for an hour and suddenly a lifetime of questions were answered.

He couldn’t believe his father had it all these years. Hell, he’d even kept the invoice from the PI. Eric didn’t know the name of the man in the photo with his mother but he did know one thing – he was definitely his biological father. Eric had thought his father was disapproving and distant because his son never lived up to his macho ways but Eric was artistic not athletic and he’d never ever be a lady’s man.