150 Words, 2 Min Read
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #9: The Wait 03.03.17., where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.
Clementine anxiously waited for the 5:40 out of the city, wondering if he would be on board. She touched her pocket nervously and looked out of the window. Today would be the day that Clementine would speak to him, and she knew just what topic to broach. Her head turned as the trained approached, palms becoming sweaty. Clementine stepped onto the train, looked around and spotted him. As the train moved she made her way over to where he stood. For a moment she watched, mesmerized as she had often before, as he flipped and turned the switch blade in his hand. With a nervous smile on her face, she tapped on his shoulder. He took out one of his headphones and turned to her, still flipping the blade every which way. Clementine took out her own and showed it to him, shrugging and saying, “Could you show me a thing or two?” With a genuinely surprised smile, he nodded and reached to check out her blade.
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver No. 106. This week they are asking for a tale to be woven where touch is important.
WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY
1,801 words, 6-8 Minute Read
His lips left tiny burning trails against my shoulders and neck as he pressed his body against mine, his hands tugging at the towel wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch. Why was he doing this to me? Time and time again I’d dreamt about him, yet only recently had the dreams turned increasingly sexual.
His arm cupped my butt and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently, softly, as if I were something valuable and precious to him. He pulled the towel away and threw it to the floor. His lips made a trail down my body while his hands rubbed my thighs. There I lay, bare, naked, completely exposed for his eyes to see and hands to caress.
I rocked my hips back and forth as his lips kissed my inner thigh. As the moan escaped my lips I looked down; his eyes locked on mine, a predatory look in his eyes that caused my whole body to shiver. He smiled and slid up my body, nipping and sucking my flesh as he went. I pulled the sheets and moaned louder. His lips, his hands, his everything set me on fire.
My mind flashed to the first time he’d touched me.We had just been sitting across from each other in the grass, talking and laughing. I had fallen over from laughing so hard and had hurt my hand. He’d reached out, taken it in his and kissed it, igniting a small fire that was now fully stoked and out of control. I wanted to stop him and calm the fire, gain some control back.
But dammit, it just felt too fucking good.
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales 140 character tell-alls prompt, where she provides a prompt photo and our mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.
I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.
Hello, and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Finish off Fridays #7: Shadow 03.02.17, where they provide the picture and the opening sentence and we write an additional 100-150 words to complete the story.
150 words, 1 Minute Read
Until she uploaded her day’s photos onto the computer, she never noticed the shadow in each of them.
“What the…” She trailed off, confused. Her photography expeditions she did alone for this particular reason. In each photo she saw the same shadow, behind her off to the side. She flashed to a memory with her father who had been in a hit and run a few years back and had died in the hospital.
She remembers crying by his side, being angry and sad. Her crying had woken him up and he’d said, “Don’t cry baby girl, I’ll always be with you.”
She felt herself tearing up at the memory. She stood in front of a mirror, took a picture, and uploaded it to her computer. Lo and behold, there was the shadow standing a few feet behind her. Tears fell down her face as she laughed, cherishing the shadow.
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10-12 Minute Read
Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #135 “December 26th, 2016” writing challenge. The words I used: Sound | Terminal |Rum Cull | Knife |Gutter | Fabric | Discolor | Gloss | Jackboot | Passal |Stroke | Impatience
This is a continuation of a previous Wordle post. Click this link to read the previous chapter.
This week’s entry:
Cori felt nothing underneath her. She knew her eyes were open but still she could see nothing but blackness. She reached out her arms and legs and touched nothing. Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY 12/30/2016