Do you ever need a break from the routines of life? How about from electronics—the phone, laptop, and TV? Does … Continue reading Evening Song: A Poem
Avery is on a roll! Anson and Indy are back for the next installment in their story. Remember, this is flash fiction so the story is limited in length—500 to 1000 words.
Please Note: this post may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18. Parts could be considered NSFW. You’ve been warned!
Also, be sure to check out the stories from the other Wednesday Briefers. The links are below.
Quiet. No more moaning. No more sucking sounds. Normally, Anson wasn’t all about cock blocking—but in this case, it needed to be done. There was a part of him that wondered…who was pitching and who was catching?
The client’s son wasn’t a large man, but he was cut—the private gym on the client’s estate was obviously the son’s domain. The information gleaned from their client indicated the son would come willingly. He would likely have some choice words for Anson and Indy, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. His boyfriend, on the other hand, would be the one to watch.
Frantic whispers reached his ears, the words indistinguishable. Anson imagined them scrambling to the far side of the tent while deciding what to do.
Then, once again, silence reigned. Apparently the lovers decided to make like they were invisible. The whole nothing-to-see-here routine. Too bad that wasn’t going to work. Anson and Indy would never fall for such a lame ploy.
Glancing at Indy, he noted his partner’s frown. Indy raised his hands in a what-the-hell motion. He wasn’t used to his plans not working immediately. Anson wished the occupants would make a mad dash for the safety of their vehicle, not cower behind the thin nylon wall. He shrugged in response to Indy. They’d have to wait and see what happened. Patience wasn’t an issue for Anson. While he didn’t want to wait all day all snag his target, he could do it if he had to.Continue reading “Colorado Calling, Chapter 2”
Looking for something more than a haiku, I stumbled upon the Japanese poetic form “tanka.” It’s similar to a haiku … Continue reading Lunchtime Tanka
Avery is back to writing—look out!! This time she’s changing things up. Think adventure/suspense with a hint of romance. Don’t worry, romance will be a big part of a larger story that is to come. Right now, she’s writing some flash fiction to introduce you to some hottie guys, three to be exact.
If you’ll recall, the Wednesday Briefiers are a flash fiction group, who limit the length of their stories. They need to fit in the 500-1,000 word range and include the use of a writing prompt.
The prompt Avery chose for this story was three words…beer, bonfire, and blow job (and you were worried it wouldn’t be smexy!). *wink*
Be sure to check out the stories of the other briefers. Links to their flashes are posted below. For now, please enjoy the first installment of Avery’s story!
Anson gripped the oh shit handle above his door and braced his left hand on the dash. This was going to be a bad one. The potholes across the so-called road were large enough to swallow a MAC truck. Their beast of a Toyota didn’t stand a chance.
As his head banged the roof, Anson shot Indy a death glare. “Man, take it easy! We have to get there and get out in one piece. And we sure as hell aren’t walking!”
Indy stole a quick glance at his passenger. “Come on, dude! Don’t you trust me?”
Anson wanted to wipe the lingering smirk right off Indy’s face. Granted, the guy drove race cars for a hobby, but this was business. They weren’t going to get paid if they failed to keep the client’s son from getting killed—and not by mountain lions or bears.Continue reading “Wednesday Flash Fiction”
After being home now for two and a half days (I admit, it seems much longer than that), I’m trying … Continue reading A Haiku for Today
Was it just a week ago that I ran outside without a coat and full-length tights? It’s hard to recall … Continue reading Winter’s Ridiculous Hold
With plentiful sunshine, I find myself pushing through the last days of winter and heralding spring. Mother Nature has given … Continue reading Ready for Spring
What a miserable day! The snow we had overnight melted when the temperature rose and the precipitation changed to rain. … Continue reading Poetry for a Dreary Day
A quick trip to Florida provided much needed sunshine and mild temperatures. Read mild—not overly warm, and definitely not hot. … Continue reading A Winter Beach Day
So last time, we got all the nitty-gritty writing and journaling details out of Cynthia Dawn Griffin. This time, however, we are going to get some inside scoop on Dawn and her likes and dislikes.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Mornings? Boo! Not a morning person! I often don’t roll out of bed before 10 am. I’ve always preferred the night, and many times stay up late at night reading.
I have to pick just one? Yikes. I have many such as Christopher Moore, J.K. Rowling, and James S.A. Corey for fiction. And Don Miguel Ruiz for nonfiction. (I’m with you–too many good authors out there to name just one!)
If you could take a trip anywhere in the world, where would you pick and what would you do there?
See I wouldn’t go just one place. I want to see the entire world. But if I could pick the highlights… I want to see the art in Italy and the lay on the beaches of Tahiti.
What TV show did you religiously watch as a kid?
My parents were strict about what we could and could not watch as kids, so I was stuck with certain shows like Little House on the Prairie and The Andy Griffith Show. But little did they know, I liked to sneak a tape in the VCR and record episodes of JAG to watch later when they weren’t home (because for some reason they thought JAG wasn’t appropriate for kids to watch… lol).
I also loved to watch Star Trek and Star Wars whenever I could sneak those in too. Continue reading “Now for the Fun Stuff”