It had been a while since I wrote a flashfiction piece and I felt the itch again. I asked for prompts on Facebook, and Misty gave me sunrise, cold and flannel. Here’s what I did with this prompt.
600 words with new characters I’ve recently started playing with… I’d love to hear what you think of them!
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A light knock on her door pulled Vivien from the indistinct dreams she’d always refuse to call nightmares. She sat up at once, her heart suddenly pounding so fast that the beat of her own blood in her ears was all she could hear. She thought of another attack and the further deaths that would ultimately be her responsibility—and then she realized that someone sent to kill her would not have bothered to knock. She called herself a fool, took a deep breath to steady herself, and went to the door. Continue reading
Slowly enough that he wouldn’t startle Brett, Leo leaned forward toward this lovely mouth and pressed his own hard against it. Brett gasped and Leo took the opportunity to quickly slip his tongue inside and out again. Brett’s tongue followed him back into his mouth, tentatively at first, then with more determination as he stroked where Leo’s fangs hid. Giving him what he appeared to want, Leo allowed his fangs to extend; immediately, a drop of blood flavored with lust hit his tongue. Leo forgot slow and easy, forgot Brett’s earlier reticence, even forgot, although briefly, that Lisa was next to them. His mouth still on Brett’s, he kept pressing forward until Brett had no choice but to recline backwards and lie onto the bed, Leo resting his weight on his forearm as he stretched over him.
For millennia, Samuel has whispered in humans’ and vampires’ minds and tried to steer them toward the right path. For almost as long, Rowan has stood opposite him and nudged the same prey toward more questionable choices. Sometimes, Samuel won. Sometimes, Rowan did. But there was always someone else to help—or destroy.
The first 5 chapters of Losing his Wings are available as a PDF – that’s half the book!
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