Flash Fiction Challenge: Always a Bridesmaid

By Cynthia Sax on February 2, 2013

Here is the Changeling Flash Fiction Challenge For the Week!

The month of February we’re celebrating Changeling Press’s 9th birthday!! Woo!
The month’s theme is Dressed to the Nines, which leads us to the first Flash Fiction Challenge of the month…

** The top item on your bucket list is having sex on the sly at a wedding. You’re at the wedding, now which guest is going to help you make it happen? **

Challenge:
– Write a quickie with the above theme
– 100 to 150 words
– Authors and readers can play

NOTE:
Please put “FF” or “Flash Fiction” (and a title) in your subject line so we don’t miss any potential plot bunnies.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/161342

st georges grenada peach flower and sky

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FF-The Show

By Cynthia Sax on January 26, 2013

Here’s my answer to this week’s water flash fiction challenge

Ginger floated on her back in the pool – her absentee neighbor’s pool – and she stared up at the stars, pondering her choices. She no longer had any ties to L.A. There was no cheating bastard of a fiancĂ©, no desperately homesick best friend, and as of 3 p.m. today, no minimum wage job at the all-you-can-eat curry pit.

She had nothing in L.A. She glanced at the darkened windows of the mansion she trespassed behind and she sighed. Nothing at all.

“I should leave.” She decided.

“Too soon,” a deep voice drawled. Ginger shrieked, flaying her arms and legs, splashing cool water over her hot skin. “You usually swim for another eighteen minutes and then…”

And then she lay in one of the deck chairs and masturbated. Her face heated. “You were watching.”

A match struck, lighting her neighbor’s rugged countenance. “Every damn night.” He grinned.

This is the Curry Mansion Inn in Key West, Florida

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Flash Fiction Challenge – Water, Water Everywhere

By Cynthia Sax on January 25, 2013

Here is the Changeling Flash Fiction Challenge for the week

** Water. Can be lake, shower, tub but has to take place in H20. **

Challenge:
– Write a quickie with the above theme
– 100 to 150 words
– Authors and readers can play

NOTE:
Please put “FF” or “Flash Fiction” (and a title) in your subject line so we don’t miss any potential plot bunnies.


http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/161039

Waterfall In Fiji

Nothing is more soothing than the sound of water rushing over rocks in Fiji

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Flash Fiction Challenge: Locked Up

By Cynthia Sax on January 18, 2013

This week’s theme is from ME!!!
(cue evil laughter)

** You’ve been arrested for having sex in a public place. You were the sole
person arrested yet you don’t spend the night in the jail cell alone. What
happened? **

Challenge:
– Write a quickie with the above theme
– 100 to 150 words
– Authors and readers can play

NOTE:
Please put “FF” or “Flash Fiction” (and a title) in your subject line so we
don’t miss any potential plot bunnies.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ChangelingPress/message/160527

 

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Flash Fiction – Laundry Day

By Cynthia Sax on January 6, 2013

Here is my answer to Changeling’s Flash Fiction Fetish Call!

***

Cold water blasted over John’s back, jerking him wide awake, and he howled, his sexual frustration flowing into red-hot rage.

That damn prissy woman is doing laundry again.

John stormed out of the shower stall, grabbing a towel as he moved through the house he’d needed her rent money to repair.

The soft Egyptian cotton tented around his rock hard erection. He needed a hell of a lot more than her rent money but that fuckfest wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, not with a woman like her.

Her soft moans echoed off the hallway walls and he ground his teeth. John had never known laundry was so strenuous, not before Miss Tight Ass moved in.

He shoved the door to the laundry room open, breaking the flimsy lock, and he stopped short, all of the breath, all of his rage whooshing from his body.

His dainty new roommate sat on the top loading washing machine with her legs spread, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her pure white panties pulled down to her ankles, and a huge fluorescent green dildo rammed between her pink pussy lips.

John’s mouth dried. Doing laundry had never looked so good.

 

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