Prompted by: Jane Jago
The crazy author says: Ehhh, there’s no way in hubcaps I’m gonna be able to kill off this storyline by next week. Boo.
And the key to winning this game?
Prompted by: Shades_of_kb
The crazy author says: I’m gonna try killing this story off in 2 more weeks cuz it’ll be exactly 52 weeks and my OCD is all like, “Ann, you gotta end the 1-year anniversary of writing flash fiction with a complete storyline for no good reason.” Yeahhh…
I’m being tortured.
Some sick bastard is going to town on the back of my skull with a sledgehammer. I know I’m dying. My brain is bleeding profusely. Hemorrhaging uncontrollably. The pressure builds and builds with each subsequent impact…
Prompted by: Matthew Williams
The crazy author says: I brutally murdered the unexplained insta-something-or-other. Tee hee.
A tremor runs through my body as rough, possessive hands tunnel into my hair.
He growls against my mouth and suddenly…
I’m being consumed.
Prompted by: Jane Blythe
The crazy author says: Okay, this is waaay more insta-lust/attraction/something-or-other than I typically allow my characters but what the hey? Unexplained feelings FTW haha!
“Walk the line, hm?”
“If you only knew.”
I tiptoe my fingers along the edge of his belt. “Not knowing is half the fun.”
Prompted by: Ember-Raine Winters
The crazy author confesses: I went back and deleted the last line from last week so this week would make more sense but anyhoo…
“There’s something you need to know.”
“Your name?” I tease.
“No,” his lips graze my neck, “something else.”
Prompted by: Sandra Portillo
The crazy author says: No idea where I’m going with this but we’re going, going, gone…
As the low hum of his invite lulls me further into submission, I struggle to stay afloat, desperate to keep my head above water. Before I get sucked under and drown, I need him to, “Tell me your name first.”
“Tech,” he answers and squeezes me tighter, making my ribs creak. “Yours?”
I resist the urge to gasp for air.
His thumb presses against my mouth and tugs downward, parting my lips. The simple action sets each cell on fire, strips every nerve completely raw, extracting a moan from my throat. I can’t stop it. I don’t even try. The anticipation is unbearable. I know he’s about to kiss me…