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

She was really pissing him off now.

Ryan seemed to be basking in the glory of her child-like infatuation. He would probably enjoy her company too if she hadn’t ruined the plans he’d made for tonight. This weekend getaway was turning into a bust. He was still trying to figure out how she had invited herself along on their romantic retreat when he walked into the bar. Suddenly she stopped her fawning over his mate and zeroed in on the handsome stranger. With a whimper and moan she was gone in a flash and things were looking up for him.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday

Here is my Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday contribution. I hope you enjoy it!

What the heck was going on? Derric wouldn’t look him straight in the eyes and the others were acting as if he’d just peed in the punch bowl. All he’d done was told the annoying, muscle bound Jersey Shore reject to leave his friend alone and suddenly the air seemed to get cold and quiet. “Did you just challenge me?” The other vampire’s nasally accent seemed to bounce around the room echoing off the walls and ringing in his ears. “Challenge you . . . what are we playing dodge ball or something?”

Flash Fiction Friday February 3

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

He couldn’t believe how many misconceptions he had about vampires. Obviously sunlight could not kill them. He didn’t want to open his eyes and see the pity shinning in Derric’s brown eyes. He couldn’t ask for a more supportive friend during this awkward time and if things ever made sense again perhaps they could be more than friends. The leather jacket, huge motorcycle and tough-guy exterior were a masquerade for the sensitive man beneath. So it looked like he was in this for the long haul. – time to pull up his boxers, adjust his junk and embrace his undead existence.