Free Fiction Friday – March 20, 2015

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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 Time Traveler’s Husband – Part 1; by Lily G. Blunt:

It’s always hard for the one who’s left behind, waiting. What makes it even harder is the knowledge that this time I may never see Jasper again.

I try to keep myself busy. Reading, listening to music, playing my piano, even walking in our meadow—but everything reminds me of him. I want to see him once more, to hold him, to kiss him, to tell him how much I love and need him.

I have always desperately wanted to be able to follow him, to know where he is, to be there for him, protecting him. But all I can do is wait for Jasper to return. Wait and hope and remember.

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If You Love Something – Chapter 27: Perfect Fit; by Lily Velden

“You’re blushing. What did she say this time?”

Slipping my phone into my pocket, I turned to Jeremy and smiled. “You’d think after two-plus years I’d be beyond being shocked by her, but she still seems to manage it, pretty much, on a daily basis.”

“So what did she say?”

“Um, she encouraged me, well both of us, actually, to do Kegel exercises.”

“What the hell are they?” he asked, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at me curiously.

“They’re exercises you can do to strengthen your pelvic floor muscles.”

“Oh, right, but I thought only girls did them.”

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Birth Day; by Tucker McCallahan:

He ran as if chased by demons.

I tracked him as he streaked down the sidewalk. His hair absorbed the moonlight and glistened like new fallen snow. Obstacles in his path seemed to melt out of his way as he ran.

I stood transfixed. I wasn’t sure if he was guided by skill or luck, but he was the kind of beautiful that hurt my heart.

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Sketching at the Dawn; by Tray Ellis:

Phillip stretched in bed and repositioned himself.  He closed his eyes and listened to the steady breathing of Oscar next to him, but after a few minutes he realized sleep would not be returning. As quietly as possible, he slid out from under the covers. The cold brushed his skin and he instantly missed the warmth generated by Oscar’s body, but he was far too awake to crawl back.  He’d just toss and turn and eventually wake Oscar, and his love worked too hard to have his sleep disrupted.

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Growth, Part 18 – Learning Curve, Part 12; by Grace R. Duncan:

Adel stepped into the bathing room in Bathasar’s chambers and hesitated just inside the door. It looked much like the bathing room he had in his own chambers, if a little larger. The tub was bigger and there were a few more cabinets lining the walls, but otherwise, it was basically the same.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Even though the rest of Bathasar’s rooms were larger though not overly rich, he supposed he expected more from the bathing area. What he saw reminded him of Bathasar’s humble attitude everywhere else. He vaguely remember his friend telling him they’d never moved when Mukesh had been killed. So this had been the amir’s chambers before. That made sense, then, that it wasn’t quite as opulent as it might have been otherwise for the malik.

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