I’ve been writing a lot of flash fiction (posted on Twitter). I like the challenge of writing prompts, but flash fiction, especially on Twitter, is is an added challenge. How much can I convey in 280 characters – those characters go so fast. Each word suddenly matters.
I’m archiving all my flash pieces on my Flash Fiction page. I don’t know it I’ll make this a regular feature on my blog, or if I am admittedly procrastinating on working on work.
Regardless, here are all of my flash pieces for this week:
Julia arrived in Ireland. She hadn’t visited in years, almost a decade. She caught a cab from the airport, and went to the same hotel she’d stayed in as a newly adult witch.
Just around the corner from the hotel was a pub, a place that specifically catered to magical folk. After checking and leaving her bag in her room, she walked over to the pub. She stood outside a moment, the familiar building making her hungry.
On the drive back to his place, Daddy had my tits out and was squeezing them so hard, I knew I’d bruise. When he slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers found my sopping wet pussy. “You’re so wet, baby girl” he’d commented without ever taking his eyes off the road. “What were you thinking about during dinner?”
I have been remiss in sharing. between work, being sick, and a break up – I just haven’t been reading much erotica. I picked up an unexpected job, so next week will be, I suspect, a nightmare of logistics and extra work, but I am reminding myself that this opportunity will be great for my career.
I’ve got a Lead Belly playlist, and I’m ready to share some love.
Jill checked her lipstick and gave her red hair a quick pat before stepping in front of the camera.
“Tonight, the team and I will be staying in what has been called the most haunted house in America” she continued the spiel about the place, ending by feigning a look of fear. “The team and I will be seeing what happens when we stay the night.”
Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.