Flash Fiction Friday

We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less.

To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

This is a continuation , well background really, about two characters I introduced a few weeks back. I hope you enjoy it!

Tate was a klutz and he’d never regretted it more than when he bent to retrieve the stack of Trevor’s files he’d just knocked over. The photo was a surprise that instantly flooded him with desire and revulsion. The night Trevor asked him to dress like a private school attendee had been one of the sexiest of Tate’s life; he’d gone beyond his comfort zone and loved it.

As he bent to pick up more files his heart sank as he discovered dozens more photos. It would seem he wasn’t Trevor’s only school boy. Seemed he had lots of students.

Flash Fiction Friday

We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less.

To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Jacob felt like a complete pansy-ass! Here he was tearing up like a chick on the rag watching those stupid old Hallmark commercials.

The tattoo Chad had refused to let him see until it healed bought tears to Jacob’s eyes. It was one of Jacob’s original paintings and his man would now permanently sport a piece of his soul. It only seemed fair, as Chad’d left his mark permanently on Jacob’s heart.

Jacob wrapped his hand around his lover’s neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss, letting his eye’s say what he just couldn’t bring himself to admit.

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

Cade tried not to grimace or roll his eyes. When he’d agreed to the poker game with the guys from work he thought it would be a good way to gauge how they’d handle his sexuality. If the porn playing on the jumbo-tron-like television was any indication, he’d best keep his revelations to himself.

Glancing at the screen, all he could think about was the picture behind the girl. Were they her parents? How disappointed would they be with her phone sex career?

Oh well at least he’d walk away from the table as the night’s big winner. No distractions.

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

Looking out the window Tate smiled for the first time in months. Trevor might have left him, but he hadn’t destroyed him. The city beckoned with endless possibilities. Tate wasn’t looking for a new man in his life but he was no longer willing to waste away, let the world pass him by. He had terrific talents to share and a life to live. Today he would shower, put on a fresh pair of jeans and shirt then get out beyond the walls he’d been hiding behind. Today was his day. His day to reclaim the life he’d been living.