Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[glynndah]

Writing 1

“Mom, do cats get mad if you get them wet?” Sam, my seven year old son, asked.

“Generally, yes,” I said.

“Oh. All cats?” he asked.

“Most of them. Why?”

Oh, I’m reading a story about a happy wet cat.”

“That’s nice.”

“There’s a guy who seems pretty happy, too.”

“A guy?”

“Yep, and a chicken, too, I think. But I haven’t come to that part yet.”

“A wet cat, a guy and a chicken. My, it sounds like an interesting book.”

“Oh, it’s not a book. I found it on your computer. ‘The Wet Pussy and the Big Cock.”


(100 words)

 

[SweetWitch]

“Mom, do cats get mad if you get them wet?” Sam, my seven year old son, asked.

“Generally, yes,” I said.

“Oh. All cats?” he asked.

“Most of them. Why?”

Oh, I’m reading a story about a happy wet cat.”

“That’s nice.”

“There’s a guy who seems pretty happy, too.”

“A guy?”

“Yep, and a chicken, too, I think. But I haven’t come to that part yet.”

“A wet cat, a guy and a chicken. My, it sounds like an interesting book.”

“Oh, it’s not a book. I found it on your computer. ‘The Wet Pussy and the Big Cock.”


(100 words)

Oh, ouch! That's a good one, Glynndah.

 

[TE999]

Writing 2

"Now turn a little to the left and lean towards me."

"Okay. This isn't too bad if I relax."

"I'm not sure it's right for me though."

"What do you want to try next?"

"I'll position myself like this and you bend back on your heels."

"I like this one."

"So do I. That's definitely included."

"Could we try that other one we did earlier again?"

"Sure. Hey, this works better the second time."

"I'm tired. Let's take a break."

"Let's. My legs cramping up anyway."

"Jerold?"

"Yes Angie?"

"I don't mind helping you write a sequel to the Kama Sutra , but can't we just fuck missionary once in a while?"

(100 even)

 

[SweetWitch]

"Now turn a little to the left and lean towards me."

"Okay. This isn't too bad if I relax."

"I'm not sure it's right for me though."

"What do you want to try next?"

"I'll position myself like this and you bend back on your heels."

"I like this one."

"So do I. That's definitely included."

"Could we try that other one we did earlier again?"

"Sure. Hey, this works better the second time."

"I'm tired. Let's take a break."

"Let's. My legs cramping up anyway."

"Jerold?"

"Yes Angie?"

"I don't mind helping you write a sequel to the Kama Sutra , but can't we just fuck missionary once in a while?"

(100 even)

You have a one-track mind.

 

[glynndah]

A little bump for the morning shift.

Anyone?

 

[Remec]

Writing 3

The pages were mocking him. Again.

They seemed to enjoy it. Laying loosely in a stack awaiting their time in the paper feed drawer of the printer, they relaxed in the satisfaction that they weren't going to be pounded on by keys or sprayed by laser-driven inkjets or whatever his current printer used.

He didn't understand.

The wondrous things that he could hear or feel or smell rummaging through his brain were just the sorts of things that would make equally wondrous stories. If only the words would slip past his fingers and onto the screen and to the pages waiting.

And mocking.
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(100 words)

 

[MarshAlien]

Writing - 4 of 10


The pen was a particularly good one, its grip thick and workmanlike between his fingers and thumb. Its ink flowed easily, capturing his thoughts with a neat precision that had turned the correction of his earlier stories into a serious matter, requiring reflection and craftsmanship. The light from the eastern window was just as he liked it, entering over his right shoulder, providing light enough for illumination without the harsh glare of the mid-day sun. It fell perfectly on the cream-colored vellum that sat on the desk before him, a true tabula rasa.

All he needed now was an idea.

(100 words)

 

[tickledkitty]

Good one, Remec.

You too, Marshmelly.

 

[_Lynn_]

Writing #5

Words echoed in her mind, screaming to get out. Her fingers raced across the keys as she tried to get them all down. Page after page filled the screen as heated characters craved each other.

With a gleam in his eye, Chas slipped his fingers under her shirt, brushing over her nipples. Jill moaned when he nibbled on her neck.

“You should practice that before you write about them,” Chas whispered.

“You think so?”

“Positive,” Chas replied.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she growled.

Hours later, bodies tangled together, satiated, he smiled at her. “I love how you write.”



((100 words))

 

[glynndah]

Writing 6

“Oooh, you know just where I want to be touched,” the cool blond whispered in her sexy contralto before she went back to idly flipping the pages of her fashion magazine.

“You could make me cum right now,” murmured the guy in the worn blue jeans and battered leather jacket as he passed by the table, a sandwich in one hand, a helmet in the other.

“We would do anything you wanted,” chorused the two scantily-clad, heavily mascaraed coeds sipping diet cokes in the booth across the crowded restaurant.

“Thank you, muse,” he thought. “I can take it from here.”

(100 words)

 

[TE999]

Writing 7

"Our next guest on 'Good Morning Midtown' is the author of 'One Woman a Day', Miles McClintock. Welcome Miles."

"Thanks Jeff."

"I read your book and it details your sexual encounters with 365 women in 2006. Why so many?"

"To test my new sex stimulant. You spray it on and women flock to you. It'll be on the market soon. I wrote the book to call attention to it."

"On page 230, you describe your encounter with a brunette."

"Oh yes. Very adventuresome."

"She had a butterfly tattoo on her left breast?"

"Yes."

"That was my wife you sonofabitch!!"

* V/O: "Jeff will return after these messages" *

(Just over 100 words )

 

[starrkers]

Writing 8

He was busy, working on his masterpiece. To her, the pattering of the keyboard was more than merely background noise.

While ever the noise continued, he was busy and content, wrapped up in the world of his imagination – full of well hung heroes and heaving bosoms of busty damsels in distress.

He had no need of the real world, and she had no need of his imaginary one.
Her bosoms heaved as she stripped Juan, the pool cleaner. Juan definitely fit the description of hero.

He thought he heard something – a cry. Was his wife in distress?

The pattering stopped.

100 words

 

[DeeZire]

Writing #9

The office fell silent when he strode in.

”Any calls?”

His assistant looked down at her fingernails, as did the rest of his team. Undeterred, he entered his plush corner cubicle, rubbing his hands together with glee. After all these years of sucking up to his boss, his age and experience was finally going to pay off with a fat promotion. Could that be the reason the office was so quiet?

“They’re just envious,” he said to himself.

Too bad he suffered from an ailment common to workers his age; an inability to see the writing on the wall.

 

[starrkers]

Anyone up for #10?

 

[_Lynn_]

Anyone up for #10?

Go for it star

 

[starrkers]

Go for it star

I wore out my few writing impulses on #8.

 

[glynndah]

*bump*

I can probably contribute one more, but since I've already written two on this topic, perhaps somebody else can finish it off and suggest the next subject.


Anyone?

 

[glynndah]

Please.

 

[tickledkitty]

10/10 Writing

Dear John,

I’m so sorry to have to tell you this in a letter, but I just can’t do this anymore. I wish I could love you the way you want me to—the way you deserve to be loved, but I can’t. I wish I could be the kind of woman you think I am, but I can’t. I wish things could really be that simple, but they’re not.

You are a wonderful, kind, and caring person. I wish only happiness for you in the future. Thank you for everything we shared.
I’m sorry I hurt you.

Good bye.

(100)

Next topic: Hope.

 

[glynndah]

Dear John,

I’m so sorry to have to tell you this in a letter, but I just can’t do this anymore. I wish I could love you the way you want me to—the way you deserve to be loved, but I can’t. I wish I could be the kind of woman you think I am, but I can’t. I wish things could really be that simple, but they’re not.

You are a wonderful, kind, and caring person. I wish only happiness for you in the future. Thank you for everything we shared.
I’m sorry I hurt you.

Good bye.

(100)

Next topic: Hope.

Thank you.

A for tickledkitty from the good little witch.

 

[tickledkitty]

Thank you.

A for tickledkitty from the good little witch.

You're welcome. back.

 

[tickledkitty]

1/10 Hope

She kneeled in front of the open chest and peered inside. Carefully lifting out the tissue paper-shrouded wedding veil that had been her mother’s, she laid it on the bed. Next, came the new dish towels with the lovingly crocheted edges, then the creamy linen table cloth and napkins with the hand-embroidered flowers and vines. These she laid on the floor beside her. Reaching in once more, she pulled out the lacy white penoir set and tenderly caressed the cool silk.

She’d been collecting and saving these things for more than thirty years, yet still held onto her hope.

 

[TE999]

Writing #10

Damn, too late.

 

[glynndah]

Sheriff Luke McAllister's six gun barked and the last bandit fell. He reined in Lightning and scooped up the money bag.

"That'll teach you varmits to rob Spurville's bank," he muttered.

"That was some fine shootin, sheriff," said his trusty Deputy Alamo. "Drinks are on me when we get back in town."

"Thanks, pardner. Huntin' varmits is thirsty work," Luke replied.

Laughing, they rode off into the setting sun.

*******
I'm so bored writing westerns, Dave thought. I want to write a romance or a biography. Oh hell, they pay the bills. He pressed 'Save'. I'm going out for a drink.

(100 even)

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Next topic: The Seven Deadly Sins.

Um. You're a little late, sweetie. Perhaps the next topic. I do like it. I have my sin all picked out.

 

[TE999]

Um. You're a little late, sweetie. Perhaps the next topic. I do like it. I have my sin all picked out.

Doggone it, I'm even slow editing my posts. *sigh*

I had a dandy sin too.