Welcome to Free Fiction Friday. Each week we will provide you will free stories from many different authors. Check in with us each week as not all authors will post each week and new authors will be joining us as we grow.
Here is a list of all the authors posting free fiction this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page. Remember to follow the site to be notified when we post the latest updates.
The Price of Love; by Andrew Q. Gordon:
“Stop!” I watched the camp grow smaller the higher we flew. We left everyone with no explanation. He didn’t even ask me first.
“Barh!” Nothing. Not even a twitch to acknowledge I’d spoken. “We can’t leave them. They’ll die!”
“They’ll die even if we stay.” Barh’s flat affect stung like a slap. He spoke to me like we were strangers.
Barh’s magic took us higher than we usually went. In fact, I could only remember one time we’d flown this high. We couldn’t be going there. Not now. Involuntarily I looked down. Stretched below my feet, the combined armies of three kingdoms gathered to meet the Degari, a swarm of evil the world thought vanquished ages ago.
Gathered to die might be more accurate. Without Barh, they had no hope. He knew that. So why was he running away?
“BARH!” I almost reached out to grab him, but stopped when I remembered where we were. “We can’t abandon our friends!”
He flinched and slowly turned. I could see the strain of the last year in every new crease on his still-youthful face. As the last Magi, the war had taken a terrible toll on him.
Growth, Part 26; by Grace R. Duncan:
Ghalib turned back to see both Cyrus and Nadir watching him. He hadn’t heard Cyrus return, but he guessed he’d been too preoccupied with his own reflection. Nadir was wearing his tunic and pants again, as well. He considered their expressions for a moment. It could have been his imagination, of course, but he was almost sure he saw a spark of approval in their eyes. Whether he was seeing something or it was really there didn’t seem to matter because that same feeling he’d gotten earlier from Cyrus came back. He liked knowing they were pleased.
The Marine; by R. Gebhardt:
I stood there and watched as they folded the flag that ad laid across my brother’s coffin. I couldn’t believe that he was actually gone. He was my best friend and the only one in my family that knew I was gay. Even though he was in the Marines he was ok with having a gay brother and loved me regardless of who I loved.
My parents stood next to me and you couldn’t tell that they were burying their first born son. Dad believed that real men didn’t show emotion. I could feel his eyes on me and knew that he would be disgusted with me because I was crying for the loss of Sam, my brother.
Heist; by Taylin Clavelli:
Technically speaking, the word MOB should be used to describe a large crowd intent on causing trouble or violence. In some ways, it was an accurate description of the people behind the door. Sometimes, on a daily basis-and without fail, on a weekly one-the guys were required to exert their dominance over a situation, and they always caused trouble for someone: the bad guys.
Besides, the group was called The MOBB. No, the extra B isn’t a typo. Despite many rumors and alternative explanations, the truth behind the name was much simpler.
Satin and Senbon (A Naruto Fanfiction); by Sara Testarossa:
Haku had always gravitated toward feminine clothing. As a young boy, he didn’t think about it; he just picked out what was comfortable and pretty. When Zabuza first took him to replace the rags Haku was wearing, the boy chose clothing from the girls’ section of the store. Zabuza bought the clothes for him without comment.
As he grew older and learned more about gender roles, Haku realized that his preferences for women’s clothes, painted nails, and wearing his hair long and often styled were not common. If he were a civilian, he would probably be made fun of by villagers for his choices of dress.
Always; Lily G. Blunt:
For a split second, I thought I’d finally found him—the man of my dreams.
As he sat smiling with his friends, I took in his tousled copper hair. His emerald eyes glinted, lighting up his face, and his… jaw. Holy jawporn!
But as he moved and talked, I realized he was far too… what can I say?
His mannerisms were too effeminate for me.
He was definitely gay.
Very obviously gay.
Far too camp.
An out-and-out queen, in fact.
Not my type at all.
His hand movements and the way he flipped his head to the side and lifted up that chiseled jaw were just so flamboyant.
The Forest Lord; by Tucker McCallahan:
The streets of Chasz’Chalolvir sparkled wetly in the early hours. The magic that kept time for the underground city and its inhabitants washed the roof of the caverns with iridescent color. The swirling patterns of blue, green, pink, and violet traveled a path identical to the triune suns above ground, fading away at nightfall to be consistently renewed the following dawn. As T’Riss led Nath, his mechanical mount, along the road still wet from the sanitation engineers’ daily scrubbing, the tangy, bittersweet aroma of the rangpur soap they used stung the insides of his nose. He supposed he should be thankful that at least some things never changed. A slight sound drew his attention.
“If you continue to struggle, I’ll truss you so tight you won’t feel your own ass cheeks twitch.”