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.
I could still recall, though it was a dim memory, feeling absolutely enraged when no one would listen to me. Overall, the complete lack of any control over my life had eclipsed that childhood frustration, but I felt it now. “Captain, you have to listen to me. I could be a danger to you right now. What if they found some way to be in my head? To see and hear what I see and hear?”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” Lakshou said. “I don’t sense anything other than your self inside you.”
“Do you sense machines?” I snapped.
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A Blind Rage: Chapter 1 by Johayan
Scott James Cooper woke up and realized it was his least favorite day of the year. It was time for school to start again.
It’s my junior year. One more year after this.
He pulled himself out of bed and started getting dressed. He pulled a Metallica hoodie and a pair of black jeans. As he tossed his hair up in to his hoodie, he looked at the clock to see if he had time to get coffee before catching the bus. Fuck…no time. He slipped on his shoes and headed down the driveway to wait for the school bus.
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The Fairy of Beacon Lake by Nephy Hart
Ancient medieval manuscripts tell the story of The Physicians of Myddfai and the lady who rose from the waters of Llyn-Y-Fan-Fach (Translated as Lake of the Small Beacon) which lies nestled in the Black Mountains near Brecon in South Wales. The story is well known in Wales, first appearing in The Red Book of Hergest and later absorbed into the quintessential collection of Welsh Folklore, The Mabinogion.
This is not that story. This is the story of the faery of Beacon Lake, who is very much not a lady. It is not set in Myddfai, nor on the banks of Llyn-Y-Fan-Fach, but an imaginary place that is reminiscent of both but infinitely more pronounceable.
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The Sheriff #46 (11.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The evening both crawled and passed too quickly, although Dustin had no idea how that worked. Probably just his nerves acting up, skewing everything. He was grateful for Denver’s company. Apparently Kenny had called in sick at the last minute and told Denver to take his place. He’d rather face this ordeal with his cousin by his side than Kenny any day.
Business was relatively slow, which didn’t help with the passage of time. Dustin volunteered to restock the shelves, and Denver said he’d watch the register. Heading into the backroom, he thought it seemed fuller than before. “Did we get a delivery today?” he asked, poking his head out.
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