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 Ocean Stone, Part 2; by Tray Ellis:
The sky remained dark when Lio shifted to attention. Something had alerted him, snapping him out of his light reverie. He’d been waiting, tucked uncomfortably into the crook of an outcropping of rocks, and had nearly dozed off. But right now, he felt incredibly alert. He’d sensed something.
A sound? He listened, but only heard the repeated movement of the water. A sight? No, all was dark and not even a glimmer of light showed yet on the horizon. A smell? He sniffed the night air, but it only smelled of brackishness and brine, the essence of the ocean.
Nightmares and Waking Dreams; by Grace R. Duncan:
Ian blinked into the darkness, swallowing hard and trying to keep from dying of embarrassment.
“How long are you going to keep trying to hide it from me?” Kane asked quietly.
Ian was sure his face was probably as red as a tomato, based on the heat in his cheeks. “Um… hide what?” he asked with a shaky voice.
Kane gave an answering snort, then rocked into him again. “That.”
There was a quiet strangled sound in the room that Ian realized came from his own throat. He nearly bit his tongue in half to keep further sounds in.
“Why do you want to hide it? Is there something wrong with me?” Kane’s voice sounded irritated.
Heist – Chapter 20; by Taylin Clavelli:
As the days passed, Zachary was slowly but surely able to get around the apartment more fluently without help. He often mumbled to himself about feeling like an invalid, and sometimes, his frustration got the better of him. It was a good job Donovan left a supply of pencils around for him to break.
Holly was a frequent visitor, just like any concerned momma. Regardless, the longer Zachary stayed in the apartment, the more frustrated he became. There were trips to the hospital and the coffee shop, but they weren’t enough. So Donovan thought it was time for a special little trip
Paradise; by Tucker McCallahan:
“I need a beer.”
“No kidding. A beer and a shot.”
“Did the guitarist really drop his guiter?”
“So I wasn’t hallucinating.”
“If we’d been hallucinating that show might not’ve sucked so bad.”
I headed straight for the only empty table I saw and put my back to the wall. I was pretty pissed about spending twenty dollars on a ticket for a thirty minute show that was, without a doubt, the worst concert of my life.