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

Write This Picture #1

Welcome to the first, of what I hope are many, “Write This Picture” blogs. The premise is simple…Show 20 authors the same picture and you’ll get 20 different stories. J

There is only 1 Rule: A picture is worth a thousand words but we only get 250 to let our muses run wild!

Tonight, I’m creating under a cloud of hair dye fumes. (Nutrisse Cream #42 if you’re curious) I’m not sure if it will affect the final outcome of my writing but as long as no one lights a match I should be fine. 

There are times that I write scenes to help me get to know a character in a book I’m working on. This is a peek at one of my characters in the book I’m working on for the Black Hills Wolves series. My main hero has screwed up and has no idea how to fix it. I’m not sure if this will make it into the final book but it helped me work out some details. J

This picture makes me think of a place where you could go to think and mentally sort out a difficult puzzle. (Like if you make a really bad first impression and now you have no idea how to correct it.)

I fucked up.

Stone stomped along the river’s edge as rain spit down from the dark clouds overhead, adding to his already bad mood.  He realized now that he’d come on too fast and too strong and that had scared the hell out of Josh. Courting and dating were useless gestures in their world. When you met the other half of your soul, you didn’t knee him in the balls and take off running for the hills. But apparently Josh hadn’t gotten that memo. Now he had to try to figure out a way to convince his mate that he wasn’t a dominate monster.

A soft mewing noise cut through his thoughts and he looked around wondering how the hell a kitten made it into a forest all alone. Following the sound, he discovered the corner of a tattered garbage bag sticking out from under a fallen log. It was obvious that it had been torn into by wild creatures searching for a meal. His nose picked up the scent of several creatures and the remnants of their prey but it appeared they’d missed one.

An impossibly small kitten was caught up in layer of plastic. Dirty and covered in bugs, it lay deathly still in Stone’s palm. His first thought was to put it out of its misery before it too became a wild animal’s snack. Unless, I can save him and somehow convince Josh I’m not a monster.

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Now, as I got to the end of that I started envisioning Lennie from Of Mice and Men...which makes me sad so my brain quickly shifted to the Bugs Bunny rendition. LOL

Stone is certainly more bad ass than the big white snow monster but it might not hurt if Josh viewed him as a safe harmless cuddle monster.

I also realized then that is was past time to rinse the fumes out of my hair.

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Be sure to check out how the other phenomenally talented authors participating this month have translated the same picture!! I was lucky enough to meet both these authors at RTC this year and I can't wait to see them again in 2016. You'll LOVE them!

Nathan Burgoine

Kadian Tracey 

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