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Friday, December 23, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #10

Merry pre-Christmas Friday everyone! 
~or~
Happy Holidays for whatever you may be celebrating!
*big smiles*


Did you see? Did you notice???  I'm in double digits! Yay me!!! *stops and crosses arms over chest* Not like that…and that's double letters not digits so ha! *heads desk* You know I'm talking to you…don't look all shy now…you scoped them out…nice aren't they? *winks* Anyway – I was talking about this being my lucky #10 FFF! *giggles*

Yeah…okay…anyhoo—

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *pulls curtain back for a winter wonderland to appear before us* come on…tell me what you see…



"They waltzed around the open courtyard, loving life at that moment. Who cared if the snow falling melted to puddles as soon as it hit the ground, ruining their attire? This was worth the sacrifice. They had each other and no one could break their bond. He stopped and leaned toward her. She clutched at him. Their lips met for the first time."

Wade snatched the snow globe from his best friend, tilting it again. "That's what you see, Eric? That's beautiful."

Eric tilted Wade's face toward him and leaned in. "You're beautiful." Their lips met for the first time.

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*lets curtain fall back into place and sighs happily* I agree…beautiful.

*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the fun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!



Friday, December 16, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #9


Happy Friday everyone! 

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *takes your hand and tip toes down a dorm hall…stops short of these two morose cuties* today you will be flashed by Derek and Chris…seeing inside peoples souls isn't always easy…




"So, he did it to you again?" Chris leaned against the wall and looked down the hall at his roommate. He wondered how many more times Derek was going to let this happen?


Derek never took his eyes off of the couple through the window. "He just doesn't want it known, he has his football scholarship to think about."

"If he didn't want it to be known but faithfully loved you, that would be one thing. For him to prance around the campus with that bimbo while not wanting it to be known is a completely different thing."

"Yeah, but…"


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*shakes head sadly* Yeah…but...

*claps hands together and smiles* okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!









Friday, December 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #8

Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *opens dressing room door and peeks in* today I'm flashing you Sera's goodies...she's come to the end of her soul searching road...





"Just sign the damn contracts!" Duke tossed a manila folder on the vanity, Sera's infamous picture in that billowy white dress slipping out and staring at her accusingly.

"No."

Her real friends walked in. She looked at them; Lenny was tall and lanky with a pock-marked face and David would have worked and owned that dress, seriously.

"You're choosing them over me and Vogue? You aren't a loser anymore Sera, you lost the flab—you're one of the beautiful now. Embrace it!"

"You'll always be blind, Duke. You see three losers standing in front of you, I see my future."


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*sighs and quietly closes the door* Duke will never get it...

okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!


Friday, December 2, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #7


Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

Today is a special superdy duper Friday...my antho with the Story Orgy is released today from Breathless Press! Word Play contains five terrific stories - a little something for everyone!

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *swings cover of keyhole to side and peeks through whispering* here are my goodies...







"I'm so damn horny!" Joey rolled onto her back and floated her legs in the air, tilting her head to look at her best friend.

Terry chuckled, "I know you aren't talking to me. Sorry sweetcheeks, you don't have the right plumbing."

"Yeah yeah yeah…right back atcha babe."

Terry propped up on his elbows and smirked. "I'm so damn horny!"

Joey laughed, "Well I know you aren't talking to me. Sorry handsome, you don't have the right plumbing."

She rolled off the bed and tapped his shoulder. "Come on, let's find you a man…"

He nodded. "And you a woman."



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*lets cover of keyhole free...it swings back into place* okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!



Come play with the Story Orgy...five times over! :)

Story Orgy's anthology is out...today!!!!!!  Word Play is five terrific stories ... a little something for everyone ... 

Available from Breathless Press



Off the Beaten Path
JR Boyd
Best Friends and landscaping entrepreneurs, Mitch Sterling and Colby Merritt, enjoy their comradeship. Can scouting country roads for business opportunities unveil a lifetime of passion?

The Park at Sunrise
Lee Brazil
First they were three, now there are two. Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

Wicked Reflection
Hank Edwards
A sexy, bad boy neighbor, a handsome detective investigating an unsolved murder, and a ghostly warning help Kirk uncover the deadly secret within his new house.

Harlan's Ryde
Havan Fellows (me!!!)
Ryder made a mistake Harlan can't forgive. Will Ryder cross a line no man should cross to obtain a second chance?

Harper's Discovery
Em Woods
When Harper finally sees the light and dumps his cheating boyfriend, can Pitt convince Harper to trust him enough to let it all go?


The first chapter from Harlan's Ryde

Chapter One

Harlan Mychels grabbed sodas out of the fridge for him and his man. He loved saying that. His hot-as-all-get-out, buff, and delicious man. He sneaked a peek into the living room at the man in question, Ryder Halloway.
Harlan couldn't believe his luck as to have Ryde's attention, not because of any college status scale, or because of his Roman-gladiator build, or even because Harlan lacked self-esteem—which he didn't; realists ran in his family. No, he couldn't believe it because Ryder had never hung around Harlan's crowd; they attended the same university, but they ran in different circles. Harlan didn't even know that he blipped on Ryder's screen until the day that Ryde had approached him with the charming line, "Yep, I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. Hope you do Thai, and me." Then the smirk came and down Harlan went. Figuratively, not literally—well, not that night, at least. He couldn't even get pissed at Ryde's audacity; that smirk gave him a free pass. It flustered Harlan so badly he had jotted down his phone number with a pathetic doodled heart on Ryder's hand, then gone home and sat by the phone waiting.
That happened six months ago, six of the best damn months of Harlan's life. He looked forward to the next six months, hell, the next six years. He knew a keeper when he saw one; he could feel it. Today, here, now—time for this discussion had come. He returned to the couch and looked into his soulmate's eyes. No matter how corny it sounded, Harlan was positive.
They drank their sodas and discussed inconsequential items, the nice easy banter that doesn't fill up the silence but enriches it. Then he did it. He faced Ryder on the couch, took his hand, and let it rip. "Ryder, half a year, you and me for a half a year." He swung his pointer finger between them and smiled. "That isn't a long time for people just starting their adult life.  But long enough for me to know for sure, this works. We work. When I wake up in the morning, I think of you. I have to stop myself from calling you and hearing your voice. I make breakfast based on your favorite things to eat. I get dressed according to what you like to see me in, even if I don't plan on meeting you that day. When you aren't around, I miss you, and when you are, I can't touch you, look at you, be close to you enough." He stopped to catch himself before he started blubbering. He aspired for maturity here. "What I'm trying to say is I love you, Ryder. I want us to have a long, happy life together, and I think we should start that life by finding an apartment of our own."
Harlan sighed with relief that he had actually gotten through his spiel without making an ass out of himself and smiled at Ryder. For all the doubts he had about himself, this he didn't doubt. He knew in his heart how Ryder felt.
Seconds turned to minutes, and his smile froze on his face. Why wasn't Ryder professing his own love in return? He watched as the light left Ryde's eyes, as the smile faded. What had he said wrong? Ryder loved him, he knew it; he just knew it.
Ryder began to talk, but the visuals Harlan got from Ryder's face and body language were so strong that he only caught half the words: drunk, wrestler, future, fling, satisfied.
Finally Ryder's ramblings stopped and they just sat there looking at each other.
The silence between them was no longer amicable. Harlan ingested the words spoken, his brain finally arranging them into the proper order. He didn't satisfy Ryder. Ryder had sex with another man who did. Harlan felt his lips start to tremble, felt the moisture pool in his eyes, and knew he had to get out of there. He couldn't—no, he wouldn't—cry in front of the man he had just spilled his heart out to.
One fact was clear in his mind above everything else. His future didn't have six more months, much less six more years. His future didn't have any more anything.
He dropped his half-empty can of soda on the table and watched it teeter, then fall off the edge. He stood, using every ounce of strength not to fall the same way that can of soda did. The pain shooting up his left side and landing in his heart felt real. His heart pounded, thundering against his chest, threatening to break right through. It felt real. But hey, everything healed in time.
Without uttering a single word to Ryder, whether in retaliation to his confession or in anger to his own hurt, Harlan made a beeline for the front door and out of Ryder's life. He changed his phone number that very same night and instructed his family not to pass any information either way. He transferred to the local community college, needing the distance away from his first broken love to have any hope in completing his studies. He had successfully blocked all means by which Ryder could hurt him again...