Wednesday Briefs: March 3, 2021

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 Twenty-eight by Cia Nordwell
 

Something didn’t feel right. My mouth was gummy, and I’d kill for a glass of water. I cracked my eyes open, but they were crusted over and blurry. “Waaa.” Oh stars, it really was dry.  

“Essell? Can you open your eyes?”  

“Nuuh.” I shook my head a tiny bit side to side. “Waat.” The word came out in a long exhale. I groaned, “Er.”  

“Get him a drink.”  

“Water?”  

“No, he needs the nutrient fluid.”  

If I could have wrinkled my nose, I would have. Nutrient fluid? That sounded awful.  

It was. It so was. The fluid was thick, trickled
 
 

Phases of Moon: Part 76 by J. Alan Veerkamp

“Stay inside!” Jimmy shouted as he charged out the back door.

Sawyer’s heart jumped into his throat, knowing what that likely meant. Danger stirred the dark presence inside him. He made to follow, but Jada stood, and grabbed his sleeve with her only good hand.

“What just happened?” Jada asked. She’d been scarfing down her second sandwich and had already put a dent in the leftover mac and cheese. Some color had returned to her face, but arriving at healthy would take longer than they had right now. It didn’t, however, dull the fear in her eyes.
 
 

Super Trooper #58 (14.1) by Julie Lynn Hayes

A week had passed since the picnic in the park. An uneventful week, neither bad nor good. No more outbursts or bad behavior. Homework and chores were done to satisfaction, bedtimes observed without too much whining. And yet, Evan found himself in the guest room almost every other night. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Mostly bad dreams. Sometimes Kamal claimed to hear someone in his room, and refused to believe there was no one there, despite Chan showing him otherwise.

Evan accepted  whatever reason was given

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Frottage Cottage: Part 3 by J Ray Lamb

It had been two and a half months of living hell, but Rob had finally closed on the house and was completely moved to Arkansas. One last U-Haul to unload, get his car off the towing dolly, and he’d be done moving.

Not how I would recommend taking a vacation.” Rob thought to himself as he shut off the U-Haul and looked at the house. It wasn’t much, but it was his and it wasn’t an apartment. He’d kept his same job and the same rate of pay but the cost of living here was so much lower…

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