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.
The Waterlord Prequel part 15 by Ravon Silvius
“Leave him, he’ll be out for a while.” Footsteps thudded on the wood, and Tom’s heart pounded. “Damn, we should be able to find him!”
Tom huddled by the door. He considered running again, and then wondered if he should climb over the deck. Swimming didn’t scare him. But then, there was Nathan…
“The deck!” the boy shouted, and Tom froze. He should have run while he had the chance.
The Sheriff #5 (2.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Roy knocked loudly at the familiar front door before he took a chance and entered, calling out, “Everybody decent?”
“No, Roy, but come in anyway,” Lee drawled.
He found both of them in the family room, where he figured they’d be, drinking beer and watching TV. Despite Lee’s words, both men were fully dressed. He’d suspected Lee was kidding by the tone of his voice, but Roy had been prepared to avert his eyes, if necessary.
The Secret Sanctuary: Part 7 by Johayan
I picked up the sheet and told Chris to roll over on to his back.
“Uhm, Pete. I can’t, well, I can but I don’t want to roll over.”
“Chris, I can’t work on the other side if you don’t roll over.”
“Pete. I know. I … uh … I swear it was an accident!” Chris gushed suddenly.
“What was an accident? Did something happen with the table?” I asked confused.
“Kinda.” he said as buried his head in the headrest, “What you did felt so good and relaxing. I got aroused and with the motion of massage, I made…”
“What in the hell happened to you guys?” Ritch asked. He shut the car door and followed Christian over to where we were sitting near the tents.
“Did you guys pick up the ice like I asked?”
“Yeah.” Christian went back to the car and grabbed the bag out of the trunk. He opened the ice chest. “It couldn’t have melted that fast.”
“Nope.” I held up a strip of my shirt holding a handful of ice before putting it back over the split in my lip. “We needed it.”
“Seriously, what happened? Were you attacked?”
Picasso, Pablo, 1881-1973 by Sarah Hayes
“Can you give me a hand here? I can’t carry it down by myself…”
Henri recognized the voice on top of the ladder as one of the RAs from the history library, but couldn’t name the guy. “Sorry, my hands are full.”
He shifted the weight of a stack of bound art periodicals in his arms, nudging a step stool aside as he maneuvered down one of the tight aisles that made up the main stacks. Normally, he enjoyed working in the art section, but when he had to gather up multiple volumes of a journal for shipping purposes, it became more of a chore than a pleasure.
Buy One, Get Two and Three, Chapter 50, by Carol Pedroso
Toby staggered into the kitchen and pulled up sharply at the sight that met him.
Tara—Mistress Tara—was standing at his stove, frying something that had Toby’s stomach perking up and paying attention.
Another part of him was coming to attention at the view, though, and he wished was wearing something more substantial than his ratty, old, loose sleep pants.
Tara looked edible in low riding jeans and a tight top that looked as though it was painted on.
He must have made some sort of noise as she spun around with a hand to her chest.