Chuck Wendig is always coming up with flash fiction ideas, and that’s awesome. Last week he had everyone submit an opening line, and this week? Pick one and run with it. Rad. I chose Nate Harada‘s, and the following is what happened.
My grandmother once told me that the first and deepest emotion of all men is fear. It took me a while to understand. Through high school, I thought she was full of shit. Boys with their pants around their ankles, hands shoved down their y-fronts or fumbling with their boxer flaps showed more drive from lust than anything else.
The night Tyler and I met the fire changed everything.
We never did hear how the fire started; most likely a cigarette flicked out the window of a car. Summer was dry as dust that year, and the tiniest spark would grab a hold of the hillside like a starving dog with a steak. When the sirens started, we figured the station at the bottom of the twisting road would take care of it.
They didn’t. Continue reading
Worth Living For
The first time Ruby ran away, she nearly made it across the river. Her brothers found her at the crossing, tucked among the donkeys and people and overstuffed bags, and carried her home, Ruby kicking and screaming all the way. She was three months shy of thirteen years old, and had no desire to grow up to be a wife.
Despite her protests, the wedding happened that summer.
The next time Ruby ran away, they didn’t find her. Continue reading
Get On is the latest release from erotic novelist Regina Cole. Set against a backdrop of modern-day Atlanta, this quick read follows the life of Mia Bartholomew, a professional piercing artist who finds herself hanging on – quite literally – to ex-cop Garrett Long. Their chance meeting puts their lives on a crash course with each other, and the fast-paced action is full of suspense – and steamy sex.
If you’re looking for the next Great American Novel, you won’t find it in Get On. What you will find, however, is a fun, frisky read that never loses steam. Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers time! No witty repartee beforehand this round, I’ve had a long week.
Hiding in Plain Sight
copyright Douglas M MacIlroy
Easing my way back into a semblance of normalcy, I’ve started writing small things again. Here’s a bit of Friday Fictioneers for you.
Coming out of a dark time of depression is a bit like the start of Spring.
There are still storm clouds on the horizon from time to time. A cold snap sends you burrowing back down under blankets, wanting to squeeze your eyes closed in your dark burrow beneath until everything is safe again. Continue reading
I sometimes feel like nothing is worth it.
No. That’s wrong.
I sometimes feel like my worth is nothing.
Depression has sucked the joy out of everything. Continue reading