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. Join us in welcoming a new author to our group, Hope Ryan.
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 Marine – Legalities; R. Gebhardt:
I woke to a rumbling sound next to my ear. My back ached and when I looked around I realized why; Chase and I had slept on the floor where the cats had curled up next to us. Sparky was lying next to my face purring to his heart’s content.
“Good morning little man,” I said as I petted him while he leaned into my hand.
“Mornin’ Babe,” Chase said in a gruff voice. I loved his voice first thing in the morning because it was so deep and husky that it sounded rough; it sent shivers down my spine.
Without You – A Story for Halloween; by Lily G. Blunt:
“I miss you so much, Nathan.” Jasper’s voice echoes across the sparsely furnished living room.
Yet another afternoon had been spent slumped in their favorite two-seater sofa with no one to hear his cries of pain and anguish, or to console him in his grief. Without Nathan beside him, he is desperately cold and lonely. The house they once shared seems to reflect his sorrow, and doesn’t offer him any comfort in return.
Jasper knows he should move on, but he can’t, not just yet. This is the home where he spent many years living happily with Nathan.
In his usual dream-like state, Jasper’s fingers trace the patterns on the arm of their comfy sofa. If he closes his eyes, he knows he could imagine the arms of his loving partner wrapped around him, his lips brushing against his own, his body pressed close to his, full of need and desire. His life has been a blur for so long now, with too many lost hours spent recalling romantic moments they’d shared together.
If You Love Something – Chapter 09; Where Did the Year go?: by Lily Velden
Past (David, first year of university)
“Ugh, I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to go.”
I groaned, rolling beneath the blankets to face Erik, pressing my face to his naked chest and snuggling into him. I sucked in a deep breath, enjoying the mix of our individual scents and sex that clung to his skin. Wriggling to make myself more comfortable, I gave a small moan. I felt a little sore—a delicious reminder of the previous night’s rather energetic activities. A reminder I wanted to take with me on my much dreaded visit with my father.
Sleeping Arrangements – Part 2 (A Naruto Fanfiction); by Sara Testarossa:
“That’s all I needed to hear,” Zabuza said with a low growl, and leaned over to kiss Haku. It was gentle and soft and everything that Haku could have hoped for. Zabuza led the kiss, licking at Haku’s lips, his tongue requesting entrance. Haku got the signal and opened his mouth, letting the older man’s tongue twine with his own. Zabuza sucked on Haku’s tongue, drawing a moan from the young man. Haku reached out to grip Zabuza’s arm as he kissed back with as much passion as he could, and Zabuza ran his hand down Haku’s side.
7 Ravens; by Tucker McCallahan:
A man and his wife blessed with many acres of land produced bountiful harvests every season of grains, vegetables, fruits, and nuts. The gods smiled on them further, and year after year the wife gave birth to the most beautiful daughters the country-folk had ever seen. Seven in total and named for the days of the week, the daughters were sweet-natured, kind, loving, graceful, gentle, hard-working, and very fair of face.
The man and his wife were not happy, however. Despite their many blessings, they wished for a son, a male child to inherit their lands and carry on the family name. For surely daughters were wonderful, but they would leave the household to make homes for others. A son would stay on and work the land his father worked, the land handed down from father to son in an endless line.
Growth, Part 10 – Confusion, Part 5; by Grace R. Duncan:
Bathasar saw through that and Adel knew it. He sighed. “Of course not,” he finally answered, trying to ignore the smile Teman hid with his bowed head.
“I didn’t think so. So, then, you are here to help yourself understand his service?”
Adel pursed his lips as he thought it through. “I am beginning to understand more that he has the need to serve. I believe I have a better idea… um, understanding that it’s simply part of who he is. There are some… instinctual things there, is that right?”
Bathasar nodded, smiling. “Indeed.” He reached out and ran a hand over Teman’s head, as if petting Teman.
Turning Point: New world – Part 5; by Hope Ryan:
Without a hairbrush, I ran my fingers through my hair at the mirror—still not looking in my eyes—then put my dirty towel and washcloth in the laundry hamper. I’d volunteer to do extra laundry for Will for only using them once. I’d been so dirty, though, there was no way those would be useable again without washing.
If nothing else, the new clothes and the shower alone were worth taking the chance of coming up here.
I stepped into the room that was going to be mine to see Will on his bunk, reading. On closer inspection, I saw it was a copy of Carrie from Stephen King.
Heist Chapter 6; by Taylin Clavelli
Donovan resumed control of the situation. “Chief: One down, one cuffed. We’re coming out.”
Zachary leaned heavily against the wall for support, breathing deeply. The grimace on his face was the only outward sign of the pain he was experiencing.
Millie eyed the Neanderthal thug as if to say, ‘Give me shit, and the same will happen to you.’ She roughly grabbed Neanderthal from Donovan, who hurried to Zachary. As she secured the ape, her arm grazed over the knife wedged in his gluteus maximus, earning a squeal of pain from the hulk.
Second Shot – The Senior Year: Chapter 39; by Andrew Q. Gordon:
“He can’t do this.” Dean paced back and forth. “It’s not allowed.”
Darryl swallowed a mouthful of water and nodded vigorously. “What Little T said. Just talk to campus housing.”
“They might kick him out of school if I do that, Darryl.” Blake struggled with why that thought bothered him. This was Brett’s issue, not his. Wasn’t it?
Dean raised his hands above his shoulders in a shrug and leaned forward. “And we should care that Graydon will have one less douche bag on campus, why?”
“It’s not that simple.” Blake turned his head to avoid Dean’s stare. “We’re… we were friends.”