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. Please welcome C.A. Dupin to the group. His first story, Mariloth’s Last Journey debut today. Welcome!
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.
Burchester Tales Part 18 – Stan the Matchmaker; by H. Lewis Foster:
“Are you sure about this?” Mike watched Stan as he wiped down a table and pushed the chairs around it into place.
“But how do you know we’ll get on?” Mike still couldn’t believe he’d taken Gus McAvenny’s advice and asked the tattooed café owner for help. But he refused to dwell on that bastard Ben for one more single day. Mike was resolved to get on with his life, and if that meant putting his faith in the local matchmaker, then so be it.
Mariloth’s Last Journey (Part 2); by C.A. Dupin:
The men had to talk it over, but a decision was made; They’d rob her, if she didn’t have anything to sell they’d just have to find a slaver. There were six of them in total but only two made themselves known, slowly creeping from the thin shafts of light between the trees. The odor the men propagated was the first hint, like day old baig dung baking in the sun all afternoon, the second was their dirty faces and their wide grins; they were up to no good.
“Well look what we have here!” The shorter of the the two said.
Love Bite – Chapter 6; by Rachel Ravenheart:
I thought back to the day I met my wife, Orga, in 1620. Until then I never believed in past lives, but from that day on I felt as if I had known her for years instead of just days. She explained we’d somehow known each other 200 years prior to when she died in 1423 and offered to turn me so I was like her. I gladly accepted her offer, with no hesitation.
This is the story she’d told me back then she was known as Elizabeth and claimed I had been the love of her life, Garin McFarland. She wanted to marry me, but her father wouldn’t allow it. He claimed I was beneath them and would only bring her and the family down. Instead, her father wanted her to marry someone wealthy to lift their family’s standing in the area. He found that in Sheamus O’Riley and his prominent, well-to-do family. She was married off to Sheamus and I was never allowed to see her again.
If You Love Something; by Lily Velden:
CHAPTER 30: WE’RE NOT HORNY 16 YEAR OLDS ANYMORE
“Davie! Thank Christ!” And then his hands were cupping my face and dragging me toward him, his lips covering mine as his hot tongue bullied its way into my mouth. Not that I needed much coercing.
Okay, I didn’t need any.
From the moment his tongue forced its way into my mouth I was sucking on it hungrily, moaning my joy as the flavor I’d been longing for all day bloomed over my own. My Ferrari of a cock went from limp to rock hard in under two seconds, straining against confines of my jeans.
“I’m so freaking sorry—” I rammed my tongue into his mouth, cutting off his words, needing his kisses more than his apologies.
In Love with Capsicum, Part III; by Tray Ellis:
“Tell me about the first time you realized you could eat spicy food.”
Carl and Mike dawdled in bed on a lazy Sunday morning, sleeping and waking, curling around each other and then stretching free. Sunlight poured in through the cracks in the curtains, warning that afternoon was growing closer and morning about to become a memory. They lingered in bed, letting the day pass by.
“Only if you tell me about the first time you realized you couldn’t,” countered Mike.
Carl laughed. “You first.”
Birth Day, #6; by Tucker McCallahan:
My bare feet pounded down the cold floor of the hallway. Palon’s lush lime scent wafted up from the rear stairwell. One second I was dashing down the main chute of our Emergency Department, and the next I crashed into the rear stairwell door, some one hundred twenty feet distant. I hit the door so hard the handle smashed into the wall and lodged itself in the plaster. I leapt into the stairwell, eyes darting around and nostrils flaring.