Wednesday Briefs: October 14, 2020

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.

Ancalagon Chapter Eight; by Cia Nordwell
 

He was trotting along ahead of me, weaving through bushes I had to hack a path through, when his rigid stance caught my eye. “What is it, boy?” I spoke quietly to avoid spooking him or alerting whatever had caused his alarm.  

A loud blast overhead sent me into a crouch at his side. He was belly down flat to the earth, his ears folded flat and head swinging wildly.  

What was that? We’d walked most of the day. I’d observed several insects, but for all his ability to walk far quieter than I could, the prey animals must have

 
 

 

Super Trooper #38 (8.5) by Julie Lynn Hayes

Evan felt helpless in the face of so much grief. He continued to softly stroke Chan’s back, unsure what else to do, as the siblings cried together over the loss of their parents. Evan’s own parents had died when he was a teenager. Murder/suicide the police had called it. Evan hadn’t been witness to what had happened—they’d kicked him out of the house when he was seventeen, and their deaths had occurred just a few weeks later. He’d only found out from reading the front page of the local newspaper. He’d often suspected that had he says, he would become just another part of their gruesome story. He couldn’t find it in himself to mourn either one of them. They’d both made his childhood a time of terror and cruelty. At lease he had survived them. What was that saying?

What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.

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Phases of Moon: Part 40 by J. Alan Veerkamp

The transgressor’s blood dripped between his teeth, an unsavory yet necessary tang in his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” Sawyer-mate said. His eyes drifted closed and his body relaxed.

The wolf whined, unsure. Saving the Sawyer-mate meant everything, but one sniff confirmed the hurt-oozing was as bad as it looked. Nudging him snout to snout didn’t wake him. Not gone, but not here. Frustration ripped a howl from deep within as a warning to any who might be near.

Behind his wolf’s eyes, Jimmy watched helplessly, more coherent within the wolf than ever before. Their pronounced division worried him. They weren’t working as one for the same goal.

 

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