Hey Flash Fic Lovers, we're back for 2014! I saw this gif and thought it would be a great way to kick-start a new season. The prompts may not be weekly, it will depend on how much of a response we get. So if you love writing (or reading) flash fics, then make sure to spread the word and get your entries in!
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? Using the prompt provided, 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, in one week, to share with all of you.
Picture prompt and Judge this week is: Twilover76
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!
I hope to see a lot of entries and we'll all keep looking for future prompts. Good luck and happy writing!
xoxo,
Heather (Twilover76)
Title: Float
ReplyDeleteSubmission by: TouchMyNeck
200(ish) words
Her pulse picks up when she sees him across the room.
It’s been four years, two marriages, one child and one divorce since they've heard each other's voices.
She twists the rings on the fourth finger of her left hand as sweating chemistry and the words he’d written in the photographs of her mind dance through her head.
Never had there been another man she'd had that level of chemistry, connection or intensity with. They understood each other on the deepest level and loved each other in the most complete way.
At one time.
Circumstances and wrong choices that she would never forgive herself for have seen them apart.
Her heart skips a beat as their eyes meet. Her stomach sets into a tiny free-fall and her breath catches in her throat. She quickly looks away. Shoulders tense and thoughts askew, she stands as the conversation around her blurs.
She makes it to the restroom in a haze. Heart beat thumping in her ear, she can think of nothing but him and feels as though she might fall apart. There is nothing. Nothing in this world right now but her racing heart and him out there, in that bar. She pats water on her face, looks in the mirror and resolves to grab her things and leave. She can’t possibly stay and have any type of civil conversation now. Her brain is mush. She wonders if she can even communicate her apologies for leaving properly. Her hands shake as she tosses the paper towel in the waste can.
Tingles rush down her spine as she pushes the heavy wooden door open and he’s there. Tall, lean and gorgeous, he’s leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, one foot against the wall, a knowing look on his face. He steps forward, green eyes burning as they cast down upon her, a conversation with no words begins.
His jaw is tight and his full lips are a distant memory. It’s been so long. It hasn’t been one second.
He's against her now. The smell of his breath calls to the lust inside of her. He smells exactly the same.
A pulse beats quick just under her ear.
Two lips touch soft there… he makes it clear.
He knows what she thinks about… she knows why he’s here.
Seconds, minutes, thoughts later they’re breathing hard, wrapped in sheets that hold them close. The chemistry is zero gravity, excessive want, devastating desire and an impossibility.
Arms raised above them, hands and fingers intertwine and rock. Up and down they slide against the sheets. Against each other. They sweat out any consequences, repercussions and decisions to come making those things far away thoughts as he moves inside her.
They only have this moment.
They float.
@k8ln713
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Word Count: 300
Creak. Creak. Creak.
“Ungh! Oh! Yes! Mmm… baby!” Bella moans.
The bed rocks and makes this awful, old creaking noise as I thrust in and out of her.
God, I wish it’d just shut. The. Fuck. Up!
Her voice, her mewls… yeah, keep them coming. I love it when she’s vocal.
It lets me know how she’s feeling as I fuck her.
“Edward! Fuck! Keep going, baby. Yes!”
Oh, I’ll keep going, honey. I don’t intend to stop any time soon.
My hands grab hers and the fingers intertwine with each other. I then push them up so they’re high above her head. This is my leverage. I’m able to hold myself up in this position and see her tits bouncing as she lays on the bed while I pound into her.
It eventually comes down to the point of no return, where she closes her eyes tightly and lets out a scream of ecstasy. When she does that, she squeezes my cock and I can’t help but lose it.
“Fuck!” I grunt as I push into her a few more times before collapsing on top of her.
“Damn, Edward. I missed that,” she breathes, slipping in a giggle, too.
I chuckle and lift my head to look into Bella’s brown eyes. Her eyes are always so beautiful, and I’ve loved them for seven years now, since senior year of college.
I kiss her forehead and say, “Six weeks is a long time, but it was worth it.”
“I miss her though.”
Our little Charlotte came into this world six weeks ago and as much as I love my baby girl, I really needed alone time with my wife.
“Two more days, baby. Let’s enjoy this weekend, okay?”
“Whatever shall we go to pass the time?”
I know exactly what!
Name: TGBMcCray
ReplyDeleteWords: 296
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2618788/TGBMcCray
Since my six-week checkup, he's been sniffing around like a dog looking for a place to bury his bone. I'd as soon play dead.
Oh, they are a joy, to be sure, and work, these whelping babes, wriggling and screaming for dinner among the mounds of swollen flesh I once shared only with him. We live days of adoration and nights of blinding exhaustion.
I am stripping wet sheets, and he is home early. I am mad when I see him in his work shirt and shaven jaw. He's got those hopeful eyes. I just want a fucking nap.
He's crushing me to his chest. "I missed you." His lips are against my neck and that heavy scent of musk and salt water; it works over the Dreft and sourness, pulling me in. He's needy and I don't want to fill anyone else, but his lips are trailing where his hands pet. I am worn and warming.
My head turns and he licks my lips. "I need you."
I say it. "I'm so tired, so...ugly."
His hand stills on his belt. "No..." He follows the curve of my ass and squeezes, walking his hands up my ribcage, skirting the edges of my breasts. "You made my babies, darlin’.”
My mouth is working like a fish, because, oh! One long finger is inside me, and then two, and he is grunting and rutting, dropping his jeans. "My love, my love..."
He grabs my shoulder and turns me. I bend at the waist and when he's slipped inside, we both shiver deep. His hands cover mine as he pushes. I stick out my ample ass to meet him and we are not mom and dad anymore.
We are Adam and Eve in the garden of this holy space.
There was nothing like waking up to the feel of rough stubble caressing the inside of your thighs, unless it was happening at your boyfriend’s parent’s house.
ReplyDelete“Edward.” I tried to whisper. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he lazily drew a long lick down my center. I held back a groan and his smile grew wide in satisfaction.
“I need you.” His voice came out low as he crawled up the twin sized bed to rest above me. “I need you so bad, Bella.”
His erection circling my entrance was just reiterating his point.
“We can’t, your parents will think I’m a slut.” My eyes went wide as his jaw locked into place.
He wasn’t happy.
“Don’t ever say that,” he growled as he laced his fingers through mine and pulled my hands above my head. “You’re not a slut Bella, you’re mine and you’re amazing.”
My stomach danced at the sound of his voice and the way his lips caressed my neck.
“Now let me show you just how mine you are.” His lust filled voice made me shiver as he whispered against my ear.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, egging him on.
I needed to relax and enjoy the moment. Besides, the room we were in was in the basement. They wouldn’t hear us.
“Yeah.” Edward made his point clear as he slammed right into me. My hands tightened around his as my back arched and I let out a long moan of satisfaction.
“Maybe I should have rethought this,” he panted with every thrust as his eyes stayed glued to my bouncing chest.
“Why?” My voice came out in a gasp as his cock keep up it’s relentless pace.
“Because there’s no way you’re going to keep quiet.” He smirked.
He was right.
Words: 297
Twitter: @TinsleyWarren
Author:KINdredHart
ReplyDeleteWords: 300ish
He rests his head against the wall as he listens.
She's in the next room with a random guy.
Jealousy permeates his skin.
Though not related by blood, he couldn't stop the feelings he has for her even if they were.
On the school trip together, naturally they chose to room with each other. He's been her protector for the last 3 years, since they were 14, when their parents married.
Eyeing her suitcase, he can't stop himself. He's standing over it pulling out a pair of her underwear without even thinking.
Walking back to the wall, his fingers fist the cotton, bringing it to his nose. He breathes deeply- wishing for the tiniest hint of her scent there- but gets none. He's done this before... after she's stepped into the shower or discarded them in the hamper. This is the only way he's been able to come since meeting her. No other girls, no sex, no blowjobs... strictly her scent.
He wants to know what it feels like to be inside her.
So he listens and he imagines.
He hears a moan and presses his ear to the wall harder.
His breathing accelerates as he palms himself. With one hand, he quickly pockets the cotton he was holding and unzips his pants.
He strokes slowly once and brings his hand to his mouth as he imagines her without clothes on. He licks his palm and lowers his hand back to his shaft.
He imagines holding her hands above her head as he buries himself inside her. Driving in and out of her, over and over.
.
.
.
No matter how many times he pictures himself doing these things, the moans she making are constant reminders that it isn't him making her moan but another guy in the other room. Before he knows it, he's flaccid.
Out of breath and heartbroken he takes his ear away from the wall. His pants are zipped, his frustration high.
The sound of a door shutting echos through the hall. He quickly goes to the bed beside hers and pretends to be asleep.
((continued on next comment))
Author: KINdredHart
ReplyDeleteWords: 300ish
PART TWO continued from previous comment:
She’s quiet when she comes in and must see that he's resting because she makes no attempts to wake him. Some time later she exits the bathroom and crawls into her bed as he lies there, listening to her movements.
The minutes tick by as he waits for her to fall asleep.
When he feels the coast is clear he makes his way to the bathroom.
He looks into the mirror at bloodshot eyes and recognizes the sadness there.
One hand against the wall and one at his zipper he thinks about how good it feels to relieve himself after pretending to be asleep and holding it for so long. He zips up, flushes and turns to leave but not before spotting her pile of clothes in the corner.
He quickly bends down and moves the skirt and tank top aside to see the small black piece of fabric that might just hold what he needs.
His forefinger and thumb rub the silky material and it’s slick. It’s never been like this before. He brings his finger to his nose and there… there it is. Her delicate scent is right there and he doesn’t just smell it, but he feels the wetness of it now and his pants are bulging. He unzips and brings the silk to his nose. He can’t stop himself. He wants to taste her. His tongue darts out and licks the wetness left there.
Pumping furiously now he lets out a soft groan and it’s mere seconds before his come hits the wall.
He comes to his senses and zips up, placing her clothes back in the neat pile like before.
He exits the bathroom and sees her sitting up. She stares at him as he walks to the bed beside her. He can’t look at her.
“I heard you in there, you know.”
The sound of her voice in the dark still room only accelerates the flames burning inside him now.
“And I heard you in his room, you know.”
She’s up and moving to his bed. He feels the bed dip and her hand on his back.
“Will you just hold me?”
He turns and sees her lying on her side, in just a tiny tank top and boy shorts. A tear escapes her eye and she stares at his chest.
“Why is this so hard?”
“Why is what so hard?”
She looks up and his eyes meet hers.
He knows exactly what she means now, but he won’t be the one to say it. She’ll have to speak this out loud. She’ll have to make it real.
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@mystiquejewled
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 300
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2787163/mystique-jewled
His eyes had been following me all week.
I felt it most when I laughed loudly or fingered my hair. I’ll admit, I may have given the locks an extra twirl just to feel the burn of his gaze on me.
I hated that I loved his attention. I hated him. Then again, he hated me.
Too bad our bodies didn’t get the memo.
I’d just walked in to my room when I felt two large hands grab my waist and lift me. Before I knew it, I felt my back hit the soft mattress of my bed. One of the hands quickly slipped off my waist and covered my mouth, muffling my shriek of surprise.
My eyes met impish, green ones and narrowed. I shoved his hand off me and glared at him. “What the hell, Edward?”
He smirked down at me. Bronze-haired, green-eyed, and with a body that was sculpted to perfection, the best friend of my older brother was a heartbreaker. “Hey there, Bella.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his soft lips roughly pushing against mine. I desperately wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t.
My legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and my hand tugged at his hair. He groaned and ran his hands up and down my waist, thrusting his hard cock right where I needed him.
“I’ve wanted you all week.” He muttered roughly.
“Stop talking.”
I moaned as he kissed my neck, his hands pushing my dress up my thighs. One of his hands grabbed both of mine and held them above my head as he kissed his way down my collarbone.
His other hand crept up my thigh, dangerously close to my sex. He grinned against my skin. “Love me now?”
I wish I could say ‘no’.
@LovelyBrutal
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https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2477030/Lovelybrutal
I love this song.
The rhythm that pounds steady as your heart's heavy beating right now.
Unfaltering, endless, and wicked, it leads everything else on the track.
The guitar, the lyrics, the bass – they were all secondary, crafted to surround and glorify the beat that's guiding and adhering everything together. That drives everything in and of you to agree, to move, to revel. The sway in your step, the light in your eyes, storm in your synapses. It's all perfectly in tune with this song.
It was written to make hips grind and toes curl. To make you want to turn it up. To make you open your mouth for me and sing.
To give life to your ache. To set your need on fire.
And it does.
You love it. I can feel it.
It's in the way you rock your hips into mine like a drum beat. The way you beg for deeper with the curve of your back, a dance trapped between sheets and skin.
The way you twine your fingers around mine, tighter than the coil of guitar strings while I slide, and push, and drop my weight right through you.
The high pitched pleas that float up in the shadow of my low groans.
Each little “don't stop” prayer that follows my whispered “fuck” like a chorus.
It all comes back to this song.
It ignites you.
It was meant to.
I wrote it for you.
Name: Lost in Fanfiction
ReplyDeleteWord Count: 300
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3321445/Lost-In-Fanfiction
Your weight is stifling. Our fingers laced together, above my head, oppressive. Yet, I don’t
fight it. Pleasure outweighs discomfort. The unyielding rhythm of your cock and sounds in my ear let me know that you feel this, love this. I submit to you, the feelings, the pleasure, knowing I will regret it.
After I reach my peak, you reach yours. The weight of your body remains. Reality hits me strong, the doubt, the knowing. I almost start counting the minutes until you go. And I wonder, will you say anything first? Will you wait until I’m asleep to slip out? It’s not always the same with you, but ultimately…you leave.
I’ve become that girl I never thought I’d be—the weak and powerless one when it comes to a man. One man...you. Every time you leave I say it will be the last.
But it never is.
I’m weak, a doormat even. You’re my drug and I’m hooked.
You roll off and snuggle in, a deceiving possessive arm across my middle, almost taunting me to believe it means something.
I take one last look at you before I close my eyes, same as always, committing you to my memory. Your unkempt yet perfect hair, the scruff on your strong jaw, the masculine eyebrows, the long, lean muscles of your arms. One last time, I tell myself, remember it well.
Touches and feelings begin to rouse me. I dare not open my eyes and wake myself from this dream. The pleasure builds until white light bursts behind my lids. My body sings from head to toe.
When you enter me, I realize it’s not a dream. I peer through heavy lids and see the pleasure on your face as you move inside me.
“You’re here.”
You smile. “Always.”