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.
Adrift: Part 8 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Jimmy waited in his truck, having long since bored of thumbing through his phone. Useless piece of junk. Who did he have to call anyways? Unchecked dust greyed the radio’s controls. The chittering of nature would always be preferable over modern music and DJ babbling. With August’s full moon several days behind him and the waning gibbous tomorrow night, he was calm enough to kill time in silence.
Working through the phases of the moon’s gentle caress could be a mixed blessing. When it was new, he missed its presence but found serenity. When it was full, he craved the sight, yet spent day and night agitated and needy.
Colorado Calling by Avery Dawes
Anson gripped the oh shit handle above his door and braced his left hand on the dash. This was going to be a bad one. The potholes across the so-called road were large enough to swallow a MAC truck. Their beast of a Toyota didn’t stand a chance.
As his head banged the roof, Anson shot Indy a death glare. “Man, take it easy! We have to get there and get out in one piece. And we sure as hell aren’t walking!”
Indy stole a quick glance at his passenger. “Come on, dude! Don’t you trust me?”
As Lovely as a Tree: Part 3 by Sarah Hayes
Elzie let himself fall asleep for a few minutes. It’s okay. Yulia had dropped off half an hour ago. Historically, she would stay asleep for at least two hours. He could afford a couple of minutes. So he draped himself across the only chair on his side of the room and slept the only way he found comfortable, legs and arms akimbo against the plastic, his shoulder-length locs free, hanging across his closed eyes like a soft curtain.
When Elzie opened his eyes he was in the dream, and his sister was there. Alsa wis walking in the dappled sunlight of mid-day, filtered through the green leaves of trees that frame the walkway, her Afro a halo
Super Trooper #21 (4.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Chan and Evan liked to go out to eat, but they also liked to stay in just as much, dividing their time between the two apartments. Evan thought Chan was a good cook. He made dishes Evan had never heard of much less tried before, and he was enjoying the experience of sampling cuisines that were new to him.
Evan loved to listen to Chan talk about his family. It was obvious how close they all were, a closeness that Evan had never known. He dodged questions about his own childhood and his family, and Chan never pushed him. That had not been a pleasant time for him,
A Mother’s Wrath: Part 2 (A Mother’s Ultimatum) by Carol Pedroso
Dee let out a shrill whistle along with a fierce wave of Alpha power.
Everyone froze then dropped to their knees. No one in the pack had ever known she was a powerful alpha in her own right. The only reason she wasn’t her mother’s heir is she hadn’t wanted to lead a pack on her own. The shifter council was full of old farts that still thought if a female was mated then the male was dominant and therefore in charge. It was why she had been so taken in by Steven’s promises.
The poor locus was writhing on the ground, silent now, but in obvious pain. His claws had raked deep furrows all around him.
“Just get it!” Londe urged.
I skirted the pit, catching a glimpse of the warlock’s bloody body contorted as it was caught on the spikes, and grimaced. My hands shook as I reached for the helm where it lay abandoned in the dirt.
The last thing I wanted to do was touch it which I didn’t understand. If it was my soul, shouldn’t I want to snatch it up and clutch it to me, trying to meld