What exactly is a Flash-Fic? It's pretty much a spur of the moment, tiny story, prompted by words, images or silliness. Not sure if you've ever been on twitter when this has happened, but it's pretty awesome when it does. It also happens often in threads, with a combination of people contributing.
How does it work? Each Friday one admin of TLS posts a picture prompt here to the blog. Using this image, entries are created by commenting on this post. Submissions must be 100-300 words ONLY. No more, no less. The entries are then judged and we post the winners here, each Friday, to share with all of you.
Picture prompt and Judge this week is: Jaime Arkin
THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT
You will have until next Wednesday at 9 p.m. EST to submit your entry.
Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:
Your name (use your Twitter, Facebook or FFN name)
Word count
Your link to your FFN profile if you choose to share it
Submissions will be judged on Thursdays and on Friday the winning entry will be posted here, on the TLS blog.
This feature is open to everyone, so come one, come all!
LAST WEEK'S PROMPT AND WINNERS CHOSEN BY Twilover76:
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted entries for me this week. They really were all excellent!!! I had a tough time choosing between them and wanted to place every one of them!
Thanks again for entering.
xoxo,
Heather (Twilover76)
First Place: Jadafukkinlulu
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1943817/Jadalulu
Word count 289
“You're lying to me.”
I jump when I hear his voice, but I'm not fast enough. He blocks my door with his foot, slamming it shut after backing me inside. I take a deep breath. A week of avoiding him was a week longer than I thought I'd last. Time's up.
“I'm not.” I am.
He scoffs. “You think I can't tell when you're lying?”
I turn my head away, refusing to answer.
“Why are you doing this?” He's angry, and it's better than the hurt I heard in his voice through my door last night. In every voicemail. It makes the lies easier to say.
“I don't want you anymore, Edward. It's over.”
I speak to the floor, to the tops of his shoes. The ones he was wearing the night we met. When he called me pretty and asked me to dance.
“Look at me, Bella.”
I don't. Can't. I'll buckle.
My breath leaves me when I feel his hands cupping my face. He rushes at me, backing me against the kitchen counter. His touch is like free falling.
“Stop, no.” I close my eyes and grab at his wrists, pulling without effort.
He shakes my hands away and flattens his palm against my chest, right over my heart. “This... is mine. You gave it to me and I won't give it back.”
A tear slips over the curve of my upper lip and he licks it away.
My jeans and underwear are around my upper thighs and his shaking fingers slide over the wetness that belongs to him. He's frantic. Desperate and frenzied. I'm ashamed for doing this to him. “Don't do this to us, Bella.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“Don't let me.”
Second Place: @lellabeth
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4114831/
Word Count: 297
“No underwear, little love?”
His fingers dip and slide, just to check that I’m wet - as if he doesn’t already know that I will be from just his proximity alone. His chuckle is brash as it breaks the silence between us, his thumb lingering for just a second before he brings his hands up to trail across my body.
There are a thousand white-hot pokers hidden beneath the pads of his fingers, charring and scorching and searing my already-flayed skin. His touch is a brand that marks me as only his, as though I could ever belong to another after knowing him.
“Sweet girl,” he whispers. “Sweetest girl. My sunshine.”
He trails his hands across my body so slowly, so demanding that I surrender. I slump and give and he takes, takes, takes, using me. Consuming me.
Freeing me.
“I’ll make you shine.” He fingers the crease underneath the teardrop curve of my breast. “Little diamond, so precious. Love-ray so bright that she blinds me.”
My hands twitch from their position behind me, wanting so desperately to feel him, read him, as though there are flesh-deep secrets written in Braille on his skin.
“Keep them there, beauty. Don’t move them.”
His words are steel veiled by softness, but we both know the warning is a real one. His skin is mottled and scarred, raised and jagged.
Too ugly for my pretty to touch, he says. Too ugly to feel my love.
So when his hand moves down to flick and fuck and rub, I keep still, giving him all that he lets me.
When I come, I lock my eyes onto his.
Praying that one day he’ll let me give more than just my gaze.
And from the dark glimmer of green looking back, he knows.
Third Place: JennaReads
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3763428/
Word Count-300
“Don't be a fucking child, Bella.”
His voice raised the hair on the back of my neck. I met his gaze, unrepentant. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He tossed his coat aside, began unfastening his cuffs. “No?”
He folded back his left sleeve, his right. The sight of his strong fingers distracted me momentarily, but I reined in my traitorous libido. My chin hitched up a notch.
I moved to walk deeper into his apartment, but he grasped the hem of my shirt, wrenching me back and whipping it over my head. I whirled, one arm a feeble cover over my braless chest even as I tried to stiff-arm some space between us.
He didn't allow any distance, pushing against my hand until the backs of my thighs pressed against the hall table. “Jealousy is for children. You're better than that.”
Shame shivered through me, but I couldn't back down. I needed something from him, some sort of affirmation that I was more than a good lay. “I need--”
He leaned closer, dominating my space and stealing my breath. “You need to understand.”
His skillful fingers twisted free the button of my jeans, shoved down the zipper. He ignored the flimsy barrier of my panties to slide into the heat within. “Wet for me, Bella.” He slid one finger inside, slick, easy. “Your body knows it.” He angled until our eyes met. “You know it.”
He sank his finger deep, possessive. I gasped at the strength of the shudder rippling over me, captured entirely within his gaze, within his intimate hold. My eyes burned, then the cool slip of a tear down my cheek.
He growled, pressed his lips to the trail. Gripping my hand, he flattened my palm over his heart. “Yours, Bella. Only, ever yours.”
Honorable Mention: TwiCharmed
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2155573/
Word Count 299
“Bella.”
My hand freezes on the door when I hear the familiar voice behind me. I don’t even turn around and say, “How did you find me?”
It doesn’t matter. He’s here and I’m already slipping.
He leans in and says what I’m thinking. “It doesn’t matter.” The whisper hits my ear and I close my eyes feeling tingles and warmth.
The last ditch effort is out of my mouth like a broken record, “We’re not good for each other, Edward.”
His mouth is at my throat and I can’t help but to lean back into him. He knows just like I do that this will not end well.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I turn the knob to open the door just as I turn to face him, seeking out lips that have played a role in my dreams for the last four months.
He leads me with his body, moving me into the apartment toward my hall table.
Dropping my bag, I reach behind to support myself on the table while Edward grips my hips and moves his hands up to remove my t-shirt. His lips are back at my throat sucking while one hand goes to the back of my head and the other goes to the button on my jeans.
The room is spinning when his hand enters my panties. I’m already wet. My body knows what’s happening even before my brain does.
One last hesitation travels through my head. It says that I can still stop this. But the butterflies in my stomach and the moan coming out of my mouth drowns out that thought.
“Bella…” My name sounds like a prayer as he whispers it across my skin, bringing his lips back to meet mine.
He’s right. I don’t give a fuck either.
Honorable Mention: @bebeginja
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4591877/
Word Count-300
Monday: Bella is my new lab partner. Bella Swan … how many times have I written her name across my ceiling at night? Pictured her perfect face behind squeezed-shut eyes as I stroked myself faster?
Word is she just dumped her asshole college boyfriend.
Word is she’s had her eyes on me.
Tuesday: Her cleavage is on display. She sits closer than usually acceptable, and bites her lip when she smiles. I wince in pain watching her cherry-red fingernails dance across her collarbone.
Wednesday: She says my name out loud, and it will never sound the same again. I make a list of all the ways I could make her say it.
Thursday: She arrives at the library freshly showered, hair still damp. She smells like jasmine and vanilla, and I want nothing to do with exhaling when she is near.
Friday: She texts me, asking to get together later to trade lab notes.
What are you really asking for, naughty girl?
Saturday: We climb the stairs to my bedroom in silence. Call me crazy, but she wears lust like a neon sign. I close the door, turn around.
Nope. Not crazy.
Two long steps and I’m flush against her. Our lips are frantic, like they’ve missed each other.
“Is this why you came?” I back her into my desk, tugging at her jeans while she removes her shirt.
“I haven’t come yet.” Deep brown eyes simultaneously order and plead.
My fingers slide against her slick warmth, one on each side of her clit.
Her tongue tastes like candy. I pull my hand; my fingers taste like honey and need.
I turn her and bend her over the desk.
With my jeans around my ankles, I roll on a condom, and fuck her until I hear my name again.
I ran a hand through my hair as I finished with my piano lesson. The little guy I taught looked just like his mom. He had the same dark brown hair and the same chocolate colored eyes. I couldn’t look at him without thinking of her.
ReplyDeleteHe ran off to get ready for his dads when she walked into the room. We made small talk until little Mike got picked up by his father. We were used to playing it cool, and we were used to waiting five minutes before we got serious.
I had her on her back on the piano as soon as I could. Her skin was flushed and my lips were attached to her neck.
“Oh Edward.” She moaned as she pulled on my hair.
“God do I want you,” I said pulling back to look at her. Bella’s breasts were my main focus as her cleavage seemed to beg for attention.
She looked up at me panting.
I grabbed onto her white shirt and I pulled, ripping the material. She looked shocked. But from the way her nipples were trying to break free of their lace covered hold, she enjoyed it.
“Oh Edward.” Her voice was pleading as I captured her bra covered nipple in my mouth. I made eye contact with her as I pulled on it with my teeth. Her back arched up and she shoved her chest into my face.
“I never knew you took such interest in Piano Bella.” I smirked as my hand slipped into her pants, finding her wet for me.
“I do when you’re involved.” She moaned as I started circling her clit.
The best about my job were the after work benefits. And man did I benefit from Bella.
Words: 292
@TinsleyWarren
eternallyedward
ReplyDeleteword count: 277
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1934906/eternallyedward
I stumbled into my room, not bothering to turn on the light. “What the fuck...”
There was a girl in my bed.
I wasn't so drunk that I didn't know I'd come home alone. Taking a few steps closer, her long, dark hair and pale skin told me all I needed to know. Shit.
Alice's friend Bella had always had a rather obvious crush on me, and she wasn't shy about letting me know. She was beautiful, but there was no way I was tapping that. It could only cause problems. I thought when I left for college she'd move on, but finding her in my bed at two a.m. was not encouraging. I sighed.
The sheet was pulled up over her shoulders. I shook her gently. “Hey, Bella, wake up. You've got to go back to Alice's room.”
No response.
When I had no luck waking her up after several tries, I resorted to an old trick my mom used to use on me when she couldn't get my lazy ass out of bed. I ripped the blankets back, leaving her—
—in a motherfucking skimpy black bra and thong.
Her eyes popped open. A big smile spread across her pouty pink lips. “Hey, Edward. I'm glad you decided to come home for Thanksgiving.”
Damn. She'd grown up.
She sat up and patted the space beside her.
I should toss her my bathrobe. I should leave, and go sleep on the sofa. But my cock likes what it sees, and this girl has been teasing me for two fucking years.
At least now she's legal.
“So am I, Bella. So am I.”
“Take out your tits,” he says, pushing my legs open and standing between them. “I want to see them.”
ReplyDeleteI can feel the pressure of the skirt against my legs – tight and straining and almost painful.
“Fuck you,” I all but spit. “You can’t just come in here demanding whatever the fuck you want. And what? I’m just supposed to be ready and waiting whenever the mood strikes you? Well, I’ve got news for you. I’m not your girlfriend. And I’m not some subservient little whore who wets her panties every time you cast a glance in my direction. If you want that, you should go back to work. I’m sure that assistant of yours would be more than willing to comply.”
His green eyes flare with a golden heat around his dilated pupils. His breath, hot and sweet, brushes across my face as he lets out a controlled groan. But the frustration is there, boiling just beneath the surface of his always intact restraint.
“Her tits are too small. They wouldn’t feel as good wrapped around my dick as yours.” He says it so casually I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. It turns into a moan the moment he pushes his hand up my skirt, cupping me possessively. “And don’t lie to me again. Your panties aren’t just wet, baby. They’re soaked. Now, take out your tits.”
“No.”
“I don’t need you to be subservient,” he whispers as he leans in. “If I want something, I’m man enough to take it. And this flimsy little shirt won’t stand in my way.”
I reach out and run my hands up along his stomach and chest; my hands fist in his hair at the nape of his neck, making him hiss. “Then take it.”
UnderagedDreamerForever
ReplyDeleteWord count:300
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/5165631/UnderagedDreamerForever
I let out a tired groan as I dragged my feet up the stairs to our apartment. It had been another busy day since I got the promotion and Bella had been distant.
I twisted my hand against the doorknob and entered inside.
In the living room were three lugages.
I stared at her.
“What the f*ck is this?” I gestured to the bags.
It can’t be.
She wasn’t leaving me, was she?
“I’m leaving you,” she said quietly.
I felt my heart shutter into a million pieces
Her arms tightened pushing her tits and I got a glimpse of her black laced bra. The kind of bra she uses whenever she wants to –oh!
My mouth stayed open as I looked at her face for confirmation.
She winked at me.
“You can’t do that,” I said crossing to where she was at.
I kissed her neck making my way to her lips then carried her to our bed and laid her above me.
“Don’t make me,” she whispered.
“Your wish is my command.”
I grabbed her white shirt and ripped it open. She moaned louder and arched her back. My teeth began biting her nipples through the bra.
“Don’t make me wait,” she begged
I didn’t instead I discarded all of our clothes and pushed myself inside her. We fell into a fast rhythm
very quickly until we got lost in a frenzied lust.
I sucked on her neck until it formed a bruise then blew on it making her shiver.
“Oh, go- Edward, EDWARD!” She screamed as we came.
When I came off from our high, I said to her, “Love, you could’ve -at least- given me a heads up on the RP… You almost gave me a heart attack.”
She giggled and kissed me passionately.
“I know”
@rubyblue9696
ReplyDeleteword count: 223
http://www.fanfiction.net/~rubyblue9696
She shrieks, almost slipping and falling down as she rounds their tiled kitchen table.
Male laughter sounds, playfully sinister, close behind. He’s absolutely going to fucking catch her. And when he does, he’s going to show her.
She races in socked feet out of the kitchen and past the stairs. She squeals, feeling his fingers as they try to latch and catch at her shoulder only to grip at thin air.
He’s playing with her. He let her go. This is too much fun. She fucking knows.
His girl’s in a mood. A challenge-your-horny-boyfriend kind of mood. The kind of challenge she wants him to win. He loves a good challenge, especially then.
She giggles and runs, loving this chase. His running-after-her making her heart race. She laughs and looks back, only to stop in her place. Her sexy boyfriend is not to be traced.
Oh fuck!
Where the hell did he go?
Then suddenly she screams, airborne, “Arg! Edward!” His fine ass now in her face.
He struts slow through their den and over to their plush couch. He flounces her down, landing her on her back. Then he shouts, “You fucking dare me woman?” Large hands fist her shirt at its V-neck. His man-muscles tense. Then he locks stares, and says quiet, “Get ready, Bella. I accept your dare…and win.”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiippp!