Friday Flash Fiction March 30th

Life has been keeping me on the crazy train for months now and I fell way behind in the Friday Flash Fiction. I do love creating these little vignettes and I'm going to do my best to get back in the habit of them. 

This is our picture prompt for this week. Be sure to visit all the authors pages!! Half the fun of this exercise is reading the different stories each author comes up with from the same picture.  I'll post the links to the other creations at the bottom of the page as they are posted,. :)

"Do you remember that scene in Men in Black?" Jace glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who was currently checking out some blond in tiny skirt. I remember the days when a comic book store wasn't the place to go to pick up chicks. Not that he'd ever been interested in girls that way, he liked the ones who read Justice League comics for the story line, not because Jason Momoa played Aquaman.

When he brother didn't respond, Jace reached out a smacked him on the shoulder. "She's so out of your league."

"Yeah, I know." Liam shrugged, "But there is no law about what happens in my imagination."

"Just keep it in your head creeper." He pointed back at the large picture on the wall. "Look at this, doesn't it remind you of the marble on Orion's belt? The one with all the galaxies on it?"

"Dude, it's a picture. Two dimensional, there aren't any galaxies in there."

"Seriously, look closer. I swear the guy in it moved, or the lights shifted or something." Jace's heart was still beating erratically. Not just because the guy was hot, but for a brief moment he was certain he saw the guy's fingers flex slightly and the lights twisted. "What if this was a portal to another dimension?"

"There is no such thing as different dimensions, Jace."

"You need to get your head out of your ass and read something without pictures." Liam frowned at his brother and his condescending tone. "Before he died, Stephen Hawking wrote a theoretical paper that lays the groundwork for a multidimensional universe.

"I've read enough books to know what theoretical means, smartass."

"The smartest man since recorded time wouldn't waste his time researching and writing a paper about nothing."

Liam looked around the room before focusing his attention back on Jace. "Maybe you need to stop hanging out in this place. Mom's been asking me about Kevin, she wants to know if the two of you are back together."

Jace rolled his eyes. "She likes the idea of having a cute son in law she can show off to all her elitist friends. Kevin is a narcissistic prick with a nice ass." He turned back to the picture, wondering if his eyes played a trick on him. Looking back he caught his brother staring at the blonde again. "What don't you find some acceptable chick and squeeze out a baby to take the heat off me."

"You know I might just do that." Liam arched an eyebrow in a display of arrogance, "at least one of us is getting laid tonight."

"Whatever. Don't come to me for help when she empties your bank account." Jace turned away and looked back at the picture. A heartbeat later, he forgot how to breath. The hot guy in the picture hadn't moved, except that instead now his left hand was reaching out palm up. As if he wants me to take his hand. 

"Liam, do you see this?" He looked over but his brother was following the blond across the shop. Turning back he examined the picture, the guy hadn't moved again. His hand still reaching out...waiting.


Check out the other contributions this week!

Jeff Baker "Magic at Night"

Patrick Coulton "Virtually Special"

'Nathan Burgoine "Helios"

Friday Flash Fiction 12/1 - Hawkeye is the sexiest superhero

It's Friday and you know what that means!! Another fun day of reading shorts and snippets surrounding the same inspirational picture. Courtesy of Elizabeth Lister and Friday Flash Fics. :)

"Hawkeye is the sexiest superhero." Mitch lit a cigarette and passed it to Jeannine before lighting another one. They both perched on a large decorative rock on an upper level garden that looked out over a massive well-manicured green space. One of the owners was doing favour for a friend and allowed them to use the gardens for a photo shoot, at least that’s what the gossip said.

"Purple spandex or Jeremy Renner?" Jeannine had never been one to read anything non-academic unless he’d forced her to go to look at one of his comics. The fact that she knew there was a difference surprised him.

“Oh, how about Jeremy Renner IN purple spandex.” Mitch grinned, that was a mental picture he’d save for later when he was alone.

She took at drag on her smoke. Tilting her face to the sky, she popped her jaw and made a perfect “O” before pursing her lips and blowing a straight line of smoke almost through it before it dissipated. “I’d prefer imagining Jeremy Renner naked.”

“I’ll whole heartedly agree with you on that one.”

Below them, one of the models was posing with a bow and arrow as a series of cameras clicked and whirred. Lights were moved, shades were angled and it all started again.

“Really, who makes the connection between archery and underwear?” Jeannine’s questions startled him out of ogling the picture perfect, high maintenance, boy toys.

“Who cares? It’s fun to watch.” One of the models let his arrow fly…a whole two feet before it plopped on the ground. There goes my Hawkeye fantasy.

“Speaking of naked, this would be much more fun if they weren’t wearing the underwear. They can’t shoot for shit.”

“That would make this an entirely different kind of photoshoot.”

“If it was, we’d probably be getting paid better.” Jeannine sighed as she hopped off the rock they’d been sitting on. Dropping her smoke she ground it under her heel. “Superheros and underwear models do have one specific thing in common though.”

“What’s that?”

“Neither of them notices the help.” She patted him lightly on the shoulder, “Come on, sweetie. We had better get back to the kitchen and make sure lunch is set out properly, before one of those pretty boys freak out because their single blueberry is touching their carrot during their meal.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I finish this.” Mitch held up his cigarette. “Just a couple more drags.”

“Don’t be long; the boss is bitchy today.”

He nodded and winked at her. She rolled her eyes before walking away. They’d been best friends since high school but where her nose had always been in a text book, his had been in a comic. She’d never believed in the fantastic or magic. He wished otherwise because he’d wanted to share this news with her.

As soon as Jeannine rounded the corner and was out of sight, Mitch tossed the half-finished smoke to the ground. Hooking the cord around his neck he pulled out the pendant which had been resting against his chest all morning. The sun glinted off the pale purple rock. He traced one of the metallic bands with his finger and a series of  ornate symbols appeared, glowing brighter than they had this morning.

I might have been unlucky enough to be born into a dimension without magic…but, no one said I had to stay here.

Don't miss out on the other Friday Flash Fics posted today!

Jeff Baker
Patrick Coulton
Elizabeth Lister
'Nathan Burgoine
Jeffrey Ricker

Friday Flash Fiction 11/24 - "Wanyuuugh"

Today's letter is F, brought to you by Elizabeth Lister's Friday Flash Fics :)   

Each week a group of authors write a 500ish word snippet about the same photo. 

Be sure to check out the other authors contributions!! 

I'll put the links in below my submission. 

Some days Kyle wished he hadn’t gotten out of bed and up until ten seconds earlier, he’d believed today was one of them. That was until he came across a beautiful man in the hallway of his apartment building, wearing nothing but a book for modesty.

Kyle opened his mouth to say something but the man lifted one finger against his lips asking for silence. An easy request to grant as Kyle couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He stood there and blinked, not entirely certain if he was dreaming or not.

The muffled sound of something smashing against the other side of the wall caught his attention making Mr. Sexy wince and curse under his breath before meeting his gaze whispering. “I’d wondered who my new neighbor was, but I didn't expect to meet you like this.”

Of course you have to have a delicious accent too. For the love of everything positive in the universe, Kyle, say something!  “Wanyuuugh?” Too late, Kyle realized his tongue had managed to stick to the roof of his mouth. If a massive cavern opened at his feet, he’d quietly step over the edge to his death because nothing could be worse than the embarrassment heating his cheeks.

“Adorable,” Mr. Sexy's lips twitched in a half grin. “You wouldn’t happen to have a towel or even a sock you could spare, would you? It's a little chilly out here.”

"Uh, yyy-es...ah, in...” Kyle struggled with his keys for a moment, forgetting which one opened his apartment, before finally picking the right one and gently unlocking his door. “Do you know what's going on in there?" He opened the door and stepped out of the way allowing his nude neighbor to enter first.

“I imagine they are looking for something I no longer have. Given that fact, I felt it was safer if I hid out here until they left.” His neighbor kept the book in place but walked across the hall as if there wasn’t a single thing unusual about the situation.

“There’s an afghan on the chesterfie...” His brief grasp of English slipped away when Kyle’s  neighbor passed him. His gaze caught the way his back muscles flexed as he moved, a tempting tan line and then the sweetest pale bum. Curved with a light dusting of hair Kyle could easily imagine would feel incredible under his fingertips, 

“You’re quite literally saving my life here, thank you.” His nudist neighbor dropped the book on the coffee table before reaching for the afghan and wrapped it around his hips. “My name is Joel, by the way. And you are?”

“Kyuugh.”

Don't stop here! 

Check out the scenes from all the contributing authors this week.

Jeff Baker
Elizabeth Lister
Jeffrey Ricker
'Nathan Burgoine

#SixSentenceSunday - The Prince's Elite Warrior

I've always enjoyed Six Sentence Sunday.

(For those of you new to this, the idea is to take the book you are currently working on and post six sentences from it.)

As a reader, it's like getting a peak into an authors brain or a little tease of an upcoming book I'm looking forward to reading.
As an author, I like pulling out a teasing little blurb and seeing what the reaction to it will be. :) Also if I'm unsure of something I've included, this is a great way to get feedback before the book is done and unchangeable.

I'm going to try my best to keep on top of this and have something for you every week. If your an author, feel free to post your six sentences in the comments! :) Let's have some fun with this!

This week I'm taking my sentences from my zombie infested, post apocalyptic, mm, unedited, romance I've been working on. :)

The Prince's Elite Warrior

One of his bunkmates moved and Titus looked over to see who else was awake this late. Not surprising, one of the trainee’s blue eyes glowed in the shadows. The discomfort echoed in his gaze and Titus knew that the iridescent glow around Alexander's pupils was from whatever the doctors had injected him with today. 
There was only one way to deal with the agonizing pain of their procedures, distraction of the mind was the key. His cock twitched in anticipation and he pushed thoughts of all worlds past and present out of his thoughts. Knowledge was a curse if it made you dream of things never to be seen.