Wednesday Briefs: December 2, 2015

Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.

Double Trouble: Chapter 52 by Jon Keys
 
Josh glanced up from the list he was creating. “What do you want for Thanksgiving?”
“I want sex. I want to pound my husband’s ass until he’s screaming and shooting come everywhere. That’s what I want for Thanksgiving.”
Josh grimaced at Trent’s tirade and glanced around to be sure no one overheard. Then he turned to Trent. “Watch your mouth! What if one of the twins hear you? You want to explain that little outburst?”
Trent walked into the kitchen, muttering something that sounded a lot like ‘if I got more sex maybe I could be more careful’. But Josh wasn’t certain.

No Flash: Chapter Six by Cia Nordwell 

Ben stared nonplussed at Evin. When they’d known each other in college, Evin had never had that level of venom in him. He’d been snappish at the hospital, but he’d been in pain and distracted.

“I came to….” What could Ben say that didn’t sound ridiculous?

“To do what? Yell at me for not following your discharge instructs, Doctor Paley? Good job, all done. You can leave now.”

 
“No, I didn’t come to yell at you,” Ben said. He let Evin’s arm go. “I’m sorry, but I prescribed the antibiotic cream because I was worried about you getting an infection

 

Innocence & Carnality Part 21 by Mann Ramblings

The broken clock mocked me, lying open with my tools jutting out like an ignored surgery. Without it, I couldn’t be sure how long I sat here alone, but I guessed at least an hour or two had passed since Rother stormed out, possibly longer.

At first I fumed at him for walking away when I wasn’t finished giving him my thoughts. I had every right to be unhappy learning about Rother’s history with the help. A small amount of forward notice might have forestalled my anger. Well, not likely, but a warning would have been polite.

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Moving Forward #12 (3.5) by Julie Lynn Hayes

“They’re driving with us because we happen to be going to the same place at the same time, and they’re our friends,” Lee said. Even though his voice never rose in tone, Marshall heard the implied criticism. Unless, of course, he was reading something into it that wasn’t there. Suddenly he wasn’t sure. “And you still haven’t told me why you’re acting like a jackass.”

“I’m not acting like a jackass,” Marshall halfheartedly protested.

Without warning, Lee pulled the truck over to the side of the road, slid the gear shift lever into park. Then he twisted in his seat and regarded Marshall with a steely gaze. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to—the look said it all. Marshall felt about five years old.

 

Christmas Trimmings by Nephy Hart

“Make sure you hold the ladder tightly. I want today to be magical and a trip to the hospital doesn’t fit with my plans at all.”

“Why are you going into the roof?” River smiles his secret smile, the smile he has when he’s hiding something – not in a bad way, but to give me a surprise. I like surprises, but not when River might get hurt.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“But I don’t want a surprise that hurts you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine if you just hold the ladder.”

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The Caretaker: Chapter 9 by Rob Colton
Before I could lock it, the door swung open, and a furious Chris stormed into the room. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him startled me enough to make me jump, but I didn’t back away.
“Didn’t I just fire you?”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Hudson.”
“Honestly, you’re getting rid of yourself, the way you’re acting. I’m going to bed. See yourself out.”
I turned and left him standing in the living room. Before I could shut my bedroom door, he was there, on me, all over me, kissing me.

The Stormlords part 16 by Ravon Silvius

“Rowen? Rowen?” Elise’s voice called his name, but he couldn’t quite hear her over the memories of his old village, their voices condemning him to death.

 “He’s never seen a map before,” Elise said, picking up the book and closing it, flashing Rowen an apologetic look. “But Kristoff said he’s from the southwest.” Her words sounded distant, and Rowen fought to focus over the memories of people’s condemnations in his head and the sound of his own pounding heart. Suddenly his throat hurt.

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