Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday - December 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash Fiction Friday - December 2011. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 December 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #3 - 30 December 2011

Time for another Flash Fiction Friday. The final one of the year. One hundred words, no more, no less. Inspiration obtained from a picture provided from a member.My offering this week is as follows. Something a little different to my usual.


Winner Takes All



Rita and Gregory took up their positions.

 Rita gave a haughty laugh."Winner takes all.”

“The eyes! Gregory, avoid the eyes,” Lawrence yelled as he watched them arm wrestle.

He felt helpless. Yet even now, could not take his eyes off Gregory’s muscly body bent over the table. The desire to run his hands over the tight ass in blue jeans was unbearable. The hard lump in his own faded jeans was becoming quite prominent.

Rita tightened her grasp. Staring hard she jerked Gregory’s arm, but was too slow.

Lawrence screamed. “Beat her Gregory. Don’t you realise she’s a werewolf!” 

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Sunday, 11 December 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #2 - December 16




One hundred words to tell a story inspired by a picture
Here is my version

Time For A Change

It’s time.” Chuck leaned around the corner and saw Lance leaning as if in a daze against the wall.  “Jesus! Aren’t you dressed yet?”

“What does it look like?” Lance snapped back. I can’t go through with this Chuck. What the fuck shall I do?”

Chuck watched with longing as Lance ran his fingers slowly down his naked torso. He wanted the fingers to be his own.
His voice softened. “I understand, really I do. What we had was special. But we knew it was wrong. You have a future, and Candy is on her way to the church."  


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Friday, 25 November 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #1 - 9 December 2011


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9 December  2011


An interpretation of this weeks picture in 100 words

The Show Must Go On






The aria ended and the applause was deafening. Anna took a deep curtsey as she clutched the black sash tightly. The pain in her ankle was almost debilitating, but she was a trouper and stuck by the old adage “The Show Must Go On.”

She glanced wistfully up to the box seat where George would have sat.” Why you darling?” she screamed in silence.

But he was gone and she was alone, virtually unscathed.  This was her first performance after the car accident. Anna remembered his final words. “Keep singing Anna, I’ll hear you.”
Then George closed his eyes forever. 

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