Wednesday Briefs: December 16, 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.

Mates Come First: Chapter 4A by Carol Pedroso

Mica threw things into his suitcase and listened to the ringtone on his phone. He’d hit the speaker and flung it on the bed so he could get packed as quickly as possible.

“Mica, what’s happening. Did you find out what was going on with Owen?”

“Oh, I found out what was going on all right,” Mica growled. Owen had gone over every part of his time at the coven school. By the end, Mica had had to pay for an entirely new table. The scorch marks and chips were too bad to be covered up.

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Super Trooper #47 (11.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes

For practical purposes, Chan and Evan decided to take the master bedroom for themselves, instead of continuing to sleep in the guest room. They’d discussed it between them, and Evan had understood when Chan explained how he felt closer to them there. He was still finding it difficult to cope with their deaths. He could only imagine how the children felt, having never been faced with such a situation before in their young lives.

 Chan offered to move Laksha into the extra room, so she would have a bedroom of her own, instead of having to share a space with Madhu. But Laksha turned down their offer, albeit politely.

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Phases of Moon: Part 56 by J. Alan Veerkamp

 Jimmy gasped, the wind punching out of his lungs.

His wolf keened, a deafening whimper echoing in his skull. A thundering bass drum in the center of his chest shook his whole frame with its staccato beat. The air thinned and the floor didn’t feel level anymore. The room shrank.

My fault they’re dead.

He’d never said those words—thought them, yes oh god, how he’d thought them—but never out loud to another living soul. Dangerous syllables. Now the curse had been uttered, its profane spell strangled him, leaving his lungs fluttering. Darkness crept into the kitchen from the edges, and he let it come until he stumbled.

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Ancalagon: Chapter Eighteen by Cia Nordwell
 

“I thought you were working.”  

“You’re going to eat now, yes?” Garjah filled the doorway.  

“I thought Timok was taking me.” I stepped out of my quarters, and the door swished closed behind me. “He was just here.”  

“Timok will meet us there. He is getting the food.” Garjah started walking, and before the turn in the corridor I was struggling to keep up and breathe without panting.  

He slowed. “I apologize.”  

“Fine.” I waved him off. “Just, slow down please?”  

“Are you sure? I can carry you.” His lower arms lifted away from his body slightly.  

“No! I can

 
 

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