Wednesday Briefs: November 15, 2017

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.

Unison Island: Short Scene by Carol Pedroso

“Quick, call an ambulance!” the barmaid called as she tried to stem the flow of blood bubbling around the embedded shard of glass.

“What happened?” someone shouted.

“Where’s my drink?” another slurred voice called.

“Let me through,” a strong voice demanded. “I’m a healer move.”

The crowd parted and Jamie dropped to his knees by the bleeding man.

“What happened?” he asked as he started running a diagnosing spell.

“Greg was reaching for a whiskey bottle on the top shelf. The shelf must have been loose coz it fell. The bottles smashed and a shard buried itself in his chest.

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Denied: Chapter Five by Cia Nordwell


“When you ran into me, you were nearly mindless with panic. Anyone who is feeling that lost could benefit from some techniques and time to center their thoughts.” Lakshou shifted on his cushion, arranging his robes over his knees.

I clenched my teeth. “I’ve had time.” Hours, days, months, years, in that cell alone. Most of the time I had no input, nothing but my thoughts.

“Do you want to tell me about what had you so scared, then?”

“No.” I shook my head violently. “No questions.”

Blue light flashed, an arc that went from horn to horn on

The Sheriff #38 (10.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Dustin’s first irrational thought was that the mayor’s being there was something to do with him, but he dismissed that idea quickly. It was obvious he had business to discuss with Roy. He hoped it wasn’t anything bad.

“Want me to wait here while you talk to him?” Dustin offered.

“No need for that,” Roy assured him. “Nothing you can’t hear. Let’s see what’s going on.”

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Byron Kendall: Part 5 by Johayan

At the end of the first summer, I felt my Garou nature far more strongly but much of what I was learning didn’t feel right to me. The only thing that really felt right to me was that I was in a pack to Crow. My pack counselor was a Fostern Ahroun named Bill “Aims for the Face” Gilmore. He was a big guy and he spent his summers away from college helping with the camp. He didn’t try to protect me but he also knew I wasn’t a Get.

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