tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post4378097588227742101..comments2023-10-19T11:52:05.429-04:00Comments on Spicin' It Up: Spicin' It Up Wednesday Flash Fiction Contest!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04753490551589564849noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-46600358559259413132014-09-10T17:16:20.338-04:002014-09-10T17:16:20.338-04:00She lay alone in a big bed that was made for two. ...She lay alone in a big bed that was made for two. There wasn’t a noise in the house, not even the comforting creak of the building settling after a day of intense heat. Not the movement of another human being, not even the soft pitter patter of a cat’s feet.<br /><br />He should have been there beside her, his slow, easy breaths the white noise she went to sleep to each night. But he was gone, never to lie beside her again.<br /><br />She rolled over, tried to forget the ache that had developed in her chest from the moment she got the news. But how could someone forget news like that? It reverberated through her mind, repeating so often it had become something like a mantra. "Your life is over," it seemed to say. She would never forget that.<br /><br />And then there was a sound, just the slightest moan, as the bedroom door began to swing inward. <br /><br />She couldn’t believe her eyes…<br /><br />Laura<br />162<br />laurabethpeters@yahoo.com<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-48789910770861936502014-09-10T16:10:21.533-04:002014-09-10T16:10:21.533-04:00Thanks, me too, i have yet to write one but i thin...Thanks, me too, i have yet to write one but i think i just started one :)Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06198756143713899748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-79073317942697221732014-09-10T16:02:51.564-04:002014-09-10T16:02:51.564-04:00Excellent! I love a shifter ;)Excellent! I love a shifter ;)Olivia Starkehttp://www.authoroliviastarke.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-11200836702736781802014-09-10T15:34:18.588-04:002014-09-10T15:34:18.588-04:00Love that!!!Love that!!!Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06198756143713899748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-12043684897234156952014-09-10T15:33:11.029-04:002014-09-10T15:33:11.029-04:00awe...very sweet !! I'd say yes too :)awe...very sweet !! I'd say yes too :)Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06198756143713899748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-5677200118920235782014-09-10T15:32:04.847-04:002014-09-10T15:32:04.847-04:00seriously smokin'...seriously smokin'...Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06198756143713899748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-78833696369055096212014-09-10T15:24:50.245-04:002014-09-10T15:24:50.245-04:00“Please go away, I promise I’ll never hurt you. I ...“Please go away, I promise I’ll never hurt you. I just came here for peace and quiet.” <br /><br />After hearing a ruckus outside, Piper stood in the doorway of her mountain hideaway, not seeing a thing through the darkness of night and trees but knowing something was there. For days she’d been leery to go outside the cabin, afraid of the howling sounds invading her private cove hidden among the monstrous pines. Sleep evaded her the last three nights as the wolf echoes came closer and closer. At times, the low growling was so near it gave her the chills. It couldn’t be, but Piper swore the wolf had been right below her window.<br /><br />She couldn’t believe her eyes. The wolf she knew had been keeping her awake all hours of the night suddenly appeared in the clearing, standing a mere fifty feet from the cabin. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. The more fear that racked her slender frame, the closer the wolf came until he was at the base of the porch steps.<br /><br /> “Shoo now, be a good doggie.” Shit, I don’t even have a weapon to fend him off.<br /><br />Frozen where she stood and too afraid to retreat, Piper watched as the wolf ascended the stairs, changing with each step he took until right in front of her face stood a gloriously naked man. <br />A faint whisper invaded her mind as strong arms caught her before everything went dark.<br /><br />“You could hurt me more than you know…” <br /><br />Krista Ames<br />249 words<br />kristakames@gmail.com<br />Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06198756143713899748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-66746181703494463332014-09-10T14:00:35.777-04:002014-09-10T14:00:35.777-04:00(Non-entry)
The sun shone bright, lending its gold...(Non-entry)<br />The sun shone bright, lending its golden glory to the dried wheat growing in the rolling fields surrounding the old farmstead. A picture perfect day, thought Sara. A day to revel in, a day to absorb into every pore and every cell of her body. Yet the notion was fleeting, because behind her, the home stood empty, abandoned by the previous owner.<br /><br />Sara’s heart broke anew as she turned and faced the weathered siding, the patched roof, the sagging porch in desperate need of repair. All combined left the impression someone ancient had lived there. Someone who had once loved the place so much that they’d let the house age with them. Unfortunately, once old, people couldn’t be fixed with a few coats of paint and new shingles. The house remained, the owner was gone.<br /><br />“I miss you Mama,” Sara whispered, letting her fingers trail along the porch railing. Splinters nicked her fingertips. A climbing rose twisted around the wood, a dried up hint of what it once was—a riot of pinks in the summer, carefully tended and loved.<br /><br />Sara closed her eyes, and she could almost smell the sweet fragrance of roses beneath the musty smell of the aged wood. She could almost hear her mother humming as she always did while waiting for the school bus to bring her children home. She couldn’t believe her eyes when at last she opened them. There in the long dead bramble grew a single delicate pink rose.<br /><br />Olivia Starke<br />247 words<br />oliviastarke@ymail.com<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-2227610135796243292014-09-10T13:37:39.513-04:002014-09-10T13:37:39.513-04:00HOT! *phew* Laptop's smokin' a bit...HOT! *phew* Laptop's smokin' a bit...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-19120735270326645222014-09-10T13:35:20.725-04:002014-09-10T13:35:20.725-04:00Over word count but I like it!Over word count but I like it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-85435064438680634492014-09-10T12:33:35.360-04:002014-09-10T12:33:35.360-04:00She couldn't believe her eyes when Jen saw Cor...She couldn't believe her eyes when Jen saw Corey on bended knee.<br />“What are you doing?” She covered her mouth as a tear ran down her cheek.<br />“What does it look like?” He winked and held out a black box.<br />“But…but…”<br />He held a finger over his lips. “Would you just let me talk? I know what I said last night. I was a fool.”<br />She nodded as more tears moistened her cheeks. Last night he’d said he thought he was going to move out. What had changed in the past twenty-four hours.<br />“I was packing my things.” He wiped his forehead. “But then I just couldn’t do it. Just a few weeks ago I was going to propose to you, but then, well..you know.”<br />She did. They’d gotten into a car accident and it had caused a huge fight between them because he’d been on his phone—like usual—and not watching the road. It was forgivable though, but for some reason, since then they’d just argued.<br />“I couldn’t leave. I love you, Jen. More than I can describe. I want to work on this and have a life with you.” He paused to catch his breath. He wobbled on his knee. “That’s what marriage is, right? Working together with a common goal to be together. I love you. I can’t do this life thing without you. We can take this as slow as you want, but would you do me the honor of being my wife?”<br />She rubbed her temple and gazed at Corey. The moment she met him, she knew then he was her soul mate. “Yes, Corey. I will.”<br />“Good. My knee is killing me.” He stood and she lunged into his arms, pressing her lips to his.<br /><br />Lacey Wolfe<br />292 word count<br />laceywolfe at live dot comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04753490551589564849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6179760456010770350.post-52935724206494413882014-09-10T12:07:24.675-04:002014-09-10T12:07:24.675-04:00She couldn’t believe her eyes…
He’s here! The cow...She couldn’t believe her eyes…<br />He’s here! The cowboy I keep seeing. He almost had me last month, but I left him hanging and hard. He He! I don’t plan on doing that this time. I want his jeans around his ankles, me on my knees and him screaming my name when he comes. I want my hair pulled, spread eagle on his bed and screaming his name. <br />Oh yes, I’m that of girl when it comes to sex. Hard and fast with a little roughness thrown in, too. As they say, a lady of the house and a wildcat in the bedroom. Oh.my.God. She couldn’t believe her eyes. His is sex on a stick. Hard, heavy and I could ride him for more than 8 seconds. <br />He’s coming my way. What to do? Flirt? Kiss him? Ignore him? <br />Throwing out every thought I had, I shoved my tongue down his throat when he finally approached me. Just a taste of him now isn’t going to be enough. Taking his hand, I lead him to a backroom of the bar where I know it would be private. No words were exchanged between us. Just clothes flying off, zippers being pulled and very soon the sound and smell of sex.<br />Oh yes that felt good. Pulling their clothes on, I asked the question, “Did you feed the dog before you left?”<br /><br />Harlie Williams<br />230 word count<br />harliewilliams25@gmail.comHarlie Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01866226921079232570noreply@blogger.com