Flash Fiction Friday
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Played Like a Fiddle
My FFF story for this week is a bit darker, so I’ve published it for Transgressive Thursday in Redemption Magazine on Medium. To read “Played Like a Fiddle,” click HERE.
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Flash Fiction Friday #16
(free image/source: Wallpapersafari.com) Prompt 15: Music 🎶 Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are etiquette expectations). Then write up your story (no more than 500 words) and share it here. Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or less. If you have prompt ideas or images I can use, please send them my way! Here is the badge: And the social media hashtag is simply #flashfictionfriday. Thanks for playing! I hope you find…
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Snowy Woods
I look out upon the expanse of white amidst the dusted trees. Newly fallen, the snow has dampened all sound. It’s an odd sensation, the complete silence in such a vast landscape. My cheeks burn with cold, but I can’t help stopping to take in the peace, tiny crystal flakes stinging my skin, melting into droplets that slide down my face. Atop my horse, I take note of how alone we are out here, and I am gripped by the urge to touch myself, to open myself to this quiet snowglobe of solitude. I imagine someone shaking us up and putting us down to watch the whirl of white fall…
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Flash Fiction Friday #15
(free image/source: istock.com) Prompt 15: Snowy Woods Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are etiquette expectations). Then write up your story (no more than 500 words) and share it here. Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or less. If you have prompt ideas or images I can use, please send them my way! Here is the badge: And the social media hashtag is simply #flashfictionfriday. Thanks for playing! I hope you find the challenges…
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A Stolen Moment
I grip the front of his flannel shirt, the softness of the fabric juxtaposed against the solidity of his chest beneath, and push…hard. He falls back, bouncing a bit as he lands, his back thudding against bales stacked behind. Hastily, I pull my skirt up and brace myself against the cold winter air. Even in the barn, it’s so frigid I can see my breath, so I waste no time. He’s down, and I am on him, straddling him, grimacing as I give all my weight to the painful points of hay sticking out from the bale. Leaning into it, I gasp, and then settle, grabbing his plaid-covered shoulders to…
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Flash Fiction Friday #14
(free image/source: upsplash.com) I’ve been a very bad blogger this week. But, while I have not posted, even for my own challenge, I have been writing something new for Medium that I will post here later in December once it has been published. It’s a Christmas tale, and I think it might be fairly good. I bowed out on Erotic Blog Posting Month (also my own creation). But, meh. It’s just one more thing that reminded me I need to do less…better. Which leads me to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday! Today we are having our first professional family photos in something like 1o years. We’re going with flannel and…
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Flash Fiction Friday #13
(Free image source: dreamstime.com) Here in the U.S., we celebrate Thanksgiving next week, so… Prompt 13: Giving Thanks Write a short story, between 100-500 words, that relates to this week’s prompt in some way. #### Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are etiquette expectations). Then write up your story and share it here. Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or less. If you have prompt ideas or images I can use, please send them…
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The Island Inside
Light flares behind his eyelids, and the ground shakes, debris raining down like meteors. The explosions deafen him, muffling the sounds of battle. Senses overloaded, he folds in on himself, finding an island inside his mind. She is there, lying naked on the hot, white sand, her tan skin glistening in the sun. She is always there, when he closes his eyes like this, her round breasts heavy, perfect teardrops that fill his hands…nipples pressed, like beads, against his palms. She moans as he squeezes and presses hard against her, straddled above her, his weight suspended on contracted thighs. If he dies, he wants this to be his last thought.…
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Flash Fiction Friday #12
(Image source: photostockeditor) Here in the U.S., we celebrated Veteran’s Day today. With respect and gratitude for the service of our soldiers, I offer this week’s prompt. Prompt 12: Soldier Write a short story, between 100-500 words, that relates to this week’s topic in some way. #### Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are etiquette expectations). Then write up your story and share it here. Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or less. If…
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The Early Bird
The sound of ripping fabric pulls me from sleep. Panic in pitch black, my eyes suddenly wide, yet unable to see. Breath held, pulse pounding. “Hold still.” Your strong, deep voice lends order to my confused senses, and my body instinctively falls in line. Another high-pitched tear, and then I feel the room’s cool whisper on my exposed skin. It was a lovely nightgown before now: lavender and transparent…soft cotton. You pull it from beneath me, the edge lace scratching the flesh beneath my thighs. So easily made naked, I lie beneath you, warm and ready. My legs spreading without request, I feel myself respond before you even enter, my…
