Wednesday Briefs: April 13, 2016

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.

Moving Forward #30 (7.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes

They sat together, sipping their beers, enjoying the laid back music which filled the air. Roger tapped his fingers on the table top in a restless manner. Just when Marshall was about to ask him what was up, Roger spoke.

“You know, I kinda feel like dancing.”

Marshall began to think of polite ways of saying no. Ever since the fiasco at Partners, he hadn’t danced with anyone but Lee, and wasn’t sure he ever would. Roger continued before he had a chance to think of anything.

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Double Trouble: Chapter 69 by Jon Keys
Mitch enjoyed the quiet enveloping their house. They both loved to have the kids over, and even to spend the night occasionally. But the long weekend left he and Darrin tired and ready for rest.
He wriggled a little lower on the couch and pulled Darrin’s legs a higher. Darrin shifted around until he was comfortable again. He put his iPad on his thigh and rubbed his free hand over his face. He held his glasses almost to his hairline before letting them drop to his nose.
“I love the grandkids, but I’m glad we aren’t the one’s taking care of them all the time, especially since they’ve discovered sex.”

No Flash: Chapter Twenty-five: by Cia Nordwell 

Ben was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a purple button up that complimented his darker coloring. Evin was seriously underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt, and that was definitely a spit up stain high on his left shoulder.

“For you.” Ben stepped into the doorway and offered Evin a small bouquet of flowers.


“Thank you. That was sweet.” Evin kissed Ben, keeping it chaste since they were still standing in the open doorway. A cold blast of air rocketed inside the house and he shivered. Evin broke the kiss so Ben could step inside all the way.

Not For Me: Chapter 4 by Louise Lyons

I frowned and forced myself not to move toward Ian. Tempted as I was to prompt him with questions, I stayed silent and waited.

“It was about a year ago.” Ian unfolded his arms and jammed his hands into his pockets. “Carl was away on business and I ran into Stu in a bar.”

I narrowed my eyes. Stu? Carl’s lover of five or six years; the one he planned to adopt kids with? What the hell was Ian going to tell me?

“So, um, he bought me a few drinks, talked about Carl and kids and a whole load

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Who am I? By Elyzabeth M. VaLey

The slate colored clouds rolled in from the distant mountains where they had gathered throughout the day. Little by little they left their home in the valleys and peaks, leaving behind dark paths across which others would follow.

The sun, which up until that moment had touched upon the earth with its warm andn inviting glow slowly vanished. The gentle, white cotton candy globes suspended above it, rose higher, escaping the mass of grey that charged in.

It wasn’t long before water droplets raced to meet those below. Flowers and plants raised their green arms in a wild dance that fueled their lives.

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Buy One, Get Two and Three, Chapter Thirteen By Carol Pedroso



“Make mine a double,” Oliver said as he approached the bar after closing.

Carlos grinned and poured a large whisky. “Heard you had an explosive demonstration with your new boy.”

Oliver grunted, downed the drink and tapped the glass for another.

“Go easy there, you still have to drive home. You don’t want to be arrested by one of Toby’s co-workers, do you?”

Oliver glared at his friend, but sipped at the second drink.

“So, what’s wrong? I heard the demo went great.” Carlos was got himself a drink and joined Oliver at the bar.

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Innocence & Carnality: Part 40 by Mann Ramblings

The vicar slouched, his eyes wide as Blythe lifted the flask to his nose. With a quick inhale, his normally hard stare turn into a fearsome glower.

“Fuck off, old man before I kick the shit out of you.”

The man scrambled off the bench and raced into the dark as if hell was biting at his heels.

“I wasn’t going to drink it.” I said. “It stank like my mother’s sleeping tonics, only ten times stronger. I was figuring out which of his knees was softest so I could dash away.”

Giving me a dirty look, Blythe emptied the bottle into a nearby shrub and placed it inside his own jacket.

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