Flash Fiction Friday (Saturday) #8

Woops. It’s Saturday. I’m so late that I’ve missed out on Friday all together.

Once a week I scour weheartit for interesting pics and hit watchout4snakes for random words and post them as prompts for a quickie drabble contest.

Last weeks winner:

Flash Fiction Friday Winners Banner

The winning drabble:

His melancholy music and mood greet me long before he does; the notes all sharp chords contrasting with gentle strumming.

Something about that blatant contradiction unsettles me, layering tension over nervous curiosity. But this a feeling my body and heart know intimately.

I walk the line between love and hate, happiness and sadness, generosity and selfishness; the balance so easily tipping to one side or another.

Until I hear his song, calling out my name, grounding me firmly to his side of the tracks.

It gives me no choice really. All questions lead directly to him.

He is the answer.

This weeks prompts:

Liability | Gently | Above

Prompts can be interpreted in any way you like. You can use as many or as few as you like. The inspiration you take from them can be as vague or as specific as you need it to be. You can write fanfic of whatever fandom you like or you can write original fic. You can use any pairing, any genre, anything. Be as fluffy or as squicky or as taboo as you like. Crossover, collaborate, whatever, but no more than two entries per week per author.

Your drabble must be exactly 100 words. No more. No less.

You’ve got until Thursday (NZ time, so Wednesday for most of you) to post your drabbles so I can pick a winner and write the next Flash Fiction Friday post.

I choose a winner on a fickle whim and award a pretty banner and an eternal place on the Flash Fiction Friday Winners Link List.

Post your drabbles in the comments section of this post to be eligible. You can also post wherever else you like. Links to here are always awesome :) A very brief header with warnings or ratings if applicable would be appreciated. I’ll read anything, but not everyone is as foolhardy ;)

Next week I’ll post the winner and a new set of prompts!

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7 responses to “Flash Fiction Friday (Saturday) #8

  • Anonymous Poster

    Untitled
    Prompt: Gently

    “I don’t know how to put this gently, Carlisle….”

    This was so awkward.

    My divorce seemed downright pleasant in comparison.

    He’d moved here just two weeks before his youngest son had pulled this crap with my baby girl.

    What’s worse is the little menace’s father kept laughing.

    For Pete’s sake, I thought I’d have a 30 year wait before I had to deal with this stuff.

    I looked to where the kids were playing; the two of them had this same look…this pure happiness.

    I sigh, “Just tell him to keep his lips to himself for at least 10 years”.

  • Ninja (@Bbebar)

    Title: Open Wide
    Prompt: liability
    A/N: MA for language and content. *nods*

    “You’re cock is a fucking liability,” I manage to grunt before opening my mouth so wide I feel my jaw pop. 

    I’m not exaggerating either. It’s not the length that’s causing my ass to clench, but its girth.  

    Especially when said cock is red hot angry and glistening with a combination of pre-cum and saliva.

    But I’m no fucking quitter, so I open up, taking the plunge. And by sheer force of will, I make him fit. 

    It’s tight.

    His skin is so hot it scorches my tongue, and thoughts of him burning his way into another hole tempt me. 

  • bookjunkie1975

    Title: What Happens in Vegas…
    Prompt: picture 3
    Fandom: Twilight
    Pairing: Edward/Jasper
    A/N: Boys are so much fun to play with. :)

    There’s a hand on his stomach. It shouldn’t be there.

    Edward opens his eyes. The room takes a long time to come into focus. He sees a trail of clothes, twice as many as he should see. The body behind him shifts closer, something pressing hard against the back of his thigh. Edward blinks. That really shouldn’t be there. His fingers clench, gripping the sheet close to his chest as warm breath heats the back of his neck. Edward sits up and turns. The bluest eyes he’s ever seen blink up at him.

    “Hi. I’m Jasper.”

    God, Edward loves Vegas.

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