Best laid plans and all…
I was going to participate in a “call” for flash fiction awhile ago that I saw on one of my author groups, but you know…I just kept coming up with stuff that didn’t work. It was either longer than I think the call-er takes (the guidelines asked for 300 words) or it didn’t end happily. ;) So, for your giggles, here’s what I came up with.
The picture for the prompt looked something like this:
Note the fact that the dude has no hair on his chest (or at least I don’t see any in the picture). Looking at this, a little shapeshifter story popped into my head for your Halloween reading pleasure. It goes something like this: (**Might have a bit of language some of you might consider offensive. Be warned).
Scratch til it bleeds
Once king of the Known Savanna the humans bested him. He couldn’t remember now how it happened.
The concubine’s soulless eyes swept over them; one after another she scrutinized the men standing in line with him.
Balless twits the lot of them. And every one of them shaved clean. He’d never known such a shifter pride to be so chicken. Every one of the shifters beside him exuded an arrogance he didn’t deserve. Did they see what they’d given up for a chance in her bed?
He kicked himself for he followed the example. Pride, survival? T’was a hard call.
His skin itched from the shave he’d given himself trying to blend in with the conqueror. Foolish move, that. He’d give anything right now, to scratch! But she watched. And he wouldn’t let her know she’d won. Be still. Overlooked. Freedom awaits!
“You!” she said.
He touched his hat. “Ma’am.” Damn. Caught. Time was, he’d crept across the savanna like a hunter, not the hunted. You’ve grown weak, son.
She pointed at him.
The guards grabbed his arms and escorted him into her quarters. Opulence oozed from the walls, but the furs gracing the bed and marble floor made him shiver. Lion, leopard. His kin.
His skin itched as his fur wiggled beneath the human facade. He couldn’t help himself; he drew his sheared-short fingernails across his chest. Damn playing a human was hard!
She shut the door and slid out of her robes, standing naked before him.
“Really, now.” She stalked closer, as if he were the prey and she the lioness in tall grass. “Why do you scratch?”
He gave her a cheeky grin. “Come here and I’ll show you.”
She removed his hat, pushed him down on the bed, and stripped him of his jeans. Her caressing hands made it hard to concentrate.
She kept missing the right spot!
His lush golden fur wouldn’t be contained; as it slipped through his skin relief flooded him. “That’s why,” he said.
She screamed bloody murder… His claws came out…
He dropped her corpse and scratched, sighing relief. Satisfied, he picked up his hat, wondering, were the thin blood streaks across his chest from her claws, or his?
Hehe. I hope you enjoyed this little bit of flash fiction
copyright 2014, Juli D. Revezzo
*Sorry. I do not know the photographer of the above cowboy. It was just provided as part of the prompt.
An excerpt from fantasy author Jolene Dawe‘s forthcoming story…. This will be part of her Story Subscription series. Do go check it out. It looks like a great read!
Originally posted on Strip Me Back To The Bone:
If you’re thinking about signing up for my story subscription for December’s installment, here’s a free sneak peek at what’s in store! (Heck, even if you aren’t, here’s a free sneak peek anyway!)
I crested the hill while the sun was still three finger-lengths above the horizon and stopped cold. Fear curdled in my stomach and burned in my throat. It wasn’t that the forest had grown in the half-season since I’d last passed this way. Forests often behaved in ways one couldn’t anticipate, advancing over this valley, retreating from that mountainside, devouring villages and villagers alike, or ringing the town with living, growing walls to keep the humans safe from the creatures that roamed the night. There was no predicting what the trees might do, not even the Summoners. To try was to tempt madness. The forest was closer to Midpoint Crest, the spot where I stood locked…
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I am participating in New Adult speculative fiction author Ash Krafton’s Fall into Fantasy giveaway. Many other authors are participating as well, authors of fantasy, New Adult, and Young Adult fantasy. Aside from the main prize pack featuring, Ash Krafton, April Aasheim, Marsha A. Moore, Julie Reece, James Garcia Jr, and many more. I’ll be giving away a Smashwords coupon for an e-copy of my New Adult fantasy romance CHANGELING’S CROWN. Go see all of the fine participating authors here, and have fun!
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Here’s my week’s offering for My Sexy Saturday–another sexy moment.
Briak shifted behind her and she felt his warm breath on her neck. She gulped and shut the basket. Turning to seek out water, she landed against Briak’s broad chest.
Ianthe blinked up at him, surprised, startled, and pleased all at once. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he said.
“I need to get the water if I’m going to finish this coffee.”
“How do we keep ending up like this?” he said in a soft voice. “Last night you needed egg salad and I was in your way.”
“Yes you were.” Like last night, she didn’t want to do anything about it. Damn her, but she didn’t mind being in Briak’s way.
“You’re always doing stuff for other people.” He nudged a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Do you ever do anything for yourself?”
“Well, there was this one time, but that was before the whole Snow White family debacle.”
Oops! I think Ianthe’s in trouble. That’s the trouble with cute guys, they tend to make your brain run slower on the important things, don’t they? ;)
genre: upper YA/New Adult Paranormal sweet Romance
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
And for more Sexy Saturday posts see the main site, here.
Just for a little weekend fun, I wanted to share a sweet little quiz a found:
Morgana Le Fay:
The famous, and infamous, faery queen who is better known as the sorceress accompanying Merlin. She had magical powers above all and was a skilled necromancer and changeling. She was beautiful, ingenious in her art, and incredibly powerful.
So not surprised with this result, are you? ;)
and this one.
BAHARI, THE SEA NYMPH
Fairy of Intuition and Inspiration
Those who are seen as sensitive and highly artistic souls commune deeply with our mystical and intuitive fairy of the sea. In tune with those forces which are usually unknown to others, this tender and sympathetic fairy is a devoted healer.
Find your Inner Fairy using Fairy Line’s quiz!