Free Fiction Friday – August 8, 2014

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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.

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The Marine The Letter; by R. Gebhardt:

I needed to read the letter that Sam had left for me, but I still had a hard time looking at his handwriting and not thinking about him. It’s been two weeks since the funeral and I finally decided to bite the bullet to sit down to read it. I pulled it out of my desk drawer and sat there looking at it for about an hour before I finally took it out of the envelope, flipped it between my fingers before I unfolded it.

Lil’ Bro,

If you’re reading this than something obviously happened and I’m not going to be around. I wanted to let you know that I love you very much and I know that you’re probably tearing yourself up right now reading this, but don’t. I’m the one that chose to enlist and I believe that I have served proudly for the last few years.

I know that this won’t ease your mind any, but I believe that I am probably in a better place now.

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Intervention Part One (A Naruto Fanfiction); by Sara Testarossa:

Iruka had a problem.

Well, technically, he had two problems. Said problems were named Kakashi and Yamato.

He had no personal quarrel with either man. They got along well, and chatted at the bar sometimes. He enjoyed both of their company.

Nor did Iruka have any professional issues with either of the jounin. Yamato’s reports were always pristine, and Kakashi’s had actually improved significantly over the past few weeks. Kakashi had even been turning reports on time, for once.

No, the problem was that Iruka was desperately in love with not just one, but both of the other two men.

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Wake-up Call; by H. Lewis-Foster:

Lee was pleased to find his bed was warmer than it had been on previous mornings. Considering it was only September, he dreaded to think how glacial his student room would be by the end of his first term. Lee tugged the duvet up to his chin and surveyed his accommodation for the next nine months or so.

He hadn’t thought he’d miss his tiny bedroom, the reward for being the youngest of four children, but he still wasn’t used to the dull beige walls in his hall of residence. He’d stuck a few pictures on the wall to brighten it up, but as he cast his eyes around the room, he couldn’t remember putting up the poster of Engand’s rugby team. While he was happy to wake to fifteen brawny men in shorts, he was rather confused by its appearance.

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Always; by Lily G. Blunt:

I couldn’t sleep. I restlessly lay in bed, nearly all of my thoughts focused on Edward. I couldn’t get him out of my mind.

I don’t know how many times I’d run through my evening with him in the coffee shop. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured him vividly.

What was it about him that kept me awake?

I repeatedly replayed our kiss—his body stepping close to mine, the strong grip of his long fingers around my waist, the warmth that emanated from his firm thighs as he stood between mine.

I groaned at the memory.

I felt his soft breath as he whispered in my ear, and when he said he’d do anything for me, a wave of passionate heat rolled through my body.

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Growth, Part 27; by Grace R. Duncan:

Ghalib found himself relaxing quite a bit. Cyrus and Nadir kept the light banter going between themselves, letting Ghalib simply listen. It helped him not feel so self-conscious and unsure. He certainly hadn’t forgotten he was naked, but he hadn’t consciously thought of it, either. And since he knew what he had to do—eat his meal—he could simply worry about it and not question anything.

When the food was consumed and they’d washed up, they led him across the hall to the door Cyrus had shown him earlier.

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The Forest Lord #2; by Tucker McCallahan:

Zakn’yl Arken-A’te sprawled on a narrow settee in the Matron Mother’s private rooms, perspiration glistening on his obsidian skin. T’Riss’s breath caught staring at his mate, so delicate, beautiful, and obviously ill. Zak’s chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his lips thinning with the effort. Unable to do anything for a magical malady, T’Riss held his mate’s hand. As the female entered through the archway, T’Riss’s lavender eyes found her and pinned her in place, a low animalistic growl rumbling up from his chest. Though T’Riss’s face gave away no hint of his emotions or feelings, when he spoke, the deadly hiss of his voice telegraphed his fury and sense of helpless impotence.

“Heal him before I draw steel.”

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The Price of Love – Part 2; by Andrew Q. Gordon:

As Chenoth said? If Barh spoke to Chenoth a year ago, why didn’t he tell me before? More importantly, why hadn’t Chenoth helped us yet?

My lungs burned and I realized I held my breath waiting for something to happen.  Running my eyes around the cavern, I searched for some sign of Chenoth. Barh’s body shook, but he didn’t move his feet.

“Welcome, Magi Barhingolis.”

I nearly jumped through the rock. The deep voice was strong and commanding, yet comforting. It appeared to come from all around me frustrating my search for the speaker. “Long has been your journey, child. be at ease in my home.”

“My thanks, Chenoth, but I shall find no comfort in your home this day or any. The hour is short and our need is great.” Barh didn’t shift his focus from the odd rock in the center of the room. “I have come to secure your help and restore balance to our world.”

“What do you offer?”

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