Wednesday Briefs: February 7, 2018

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.

Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 5.1 by Carol Pedroso

“I’m tired. When can we take a nap?”

“I’m hungry. Can I have a snack?”

“I want to stop now.”

“Are we nearly there yet?”

Kitryn gritted his teeth to stop himself snapping at the whining kits. It wasn’t their faults that they’d had to move so fast and so far.

He shrugged his shoulders to get a blanket wrapped Simon into a more comfortable position. He was glad that Simon had refused his offer of blood earlier in the day.

They’d only been able to hunt a few times and had only caught several small rabbits.

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The SHeriff #49 (12.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes

What the hell was going on here? This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. And where was that asshole Jordan?

Rusty pushed Dustin ahead of him, into the store, Lenny following, like the lemming he was.

“What the hell do you guys want?” Denver asked defiantly. “You have no business being in here. Get out before we call the cops.”

“Yeah, right,” Rusty scoffed. “You and what army?” He waved the gun in the air,

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The Fairy of Beacon Lake: Part 5 by Nephy Hart

The moon, just past full, was still a bright disc, brushing the top of the mountains, before dipping down to hold court at the end of a silver-blue carpet, richer than any red carpet ever was. A light wind brushed the surface of the lake, raising ripples like goosebumps on the water and on Owen’s arms. He shivered and gazed out over the choppy water and signed, turning the loaf of half-baked bread in his hand. He hadn’t bothered to put it in a box this time. To be honest, he felt like throwing it into the water, or right at the face of the arrogant faery.

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Denied: Chapter Seventeen by Cia Nordwell

I was wrong about the paperwork. And meetings. And frowns from both Aparoe and Captain for doing something so dangerous. “What if you couldn’t stop it?” Captain asked. We were sitting in his new office, a tiny room near the control center of the ship.

I shrugged. “I did. It didn’t fall or anything; it was still hovering. I just had to slow it down so it would stop moving.”

“An entire shuttle. By yourself. With just your hands.” He was angry, I could tell. “What part of that was taking it easy?”

“I didn’t want it to hurt Luca.”

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