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. Today we welcome Tempeste O’Riley with her first post as part of the group.
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.
If You Love Something – Chapter 4: Beginnings; by Lily Velden:
Past (David aged 15)
I spotted Mum at the school gate immediately. She was pretty hard to miss with her red hair. The apple—being me—had obviously not fallen far from the tree. For the first time in months, she had a smile on her face, and the sight of it made me forget my embarrassment at having my mother meet me at school, and I found myself grinning back at her. It was great to see her happy and smiling.
She rushed over to me, threw her arms around me and squeezed me so tight I thought she’d pop one of my ribs. Taking a small step back, she cupped my face. “Let me look at you, my beautiful boy. Are you ready for an adventure?”
“Mum, stop” I whispered ferociously. “Not so loud. Everyone will see and hear you.” God, she could be embarrassing. ‘Beautiful boy?’ I’m not a freakin’ doll.
Furry Love; by J.P. Barnaby:
“Oh my God!”
“Ma, what are you doing down here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“It’s President’s Day, the salon is closed. What on earth are you doing to that puppet?”
“I don’t want to talk about this!”
“It’s no wonder you’re forty-two and still living in my basement.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it.”
“Oh yes it does! That thing isn’t going to give me grandchildren.”
“Don’t talk about him like that. He’s special.”
“Yes, I can see he’s special. Special and wet. I’m not washing that thing when I do your laundry.”
Choices, Part 1; by Tempeste O’Riley:
Tucker Vance stood in front of the large dark wood desk in the home he’d shared with Carl, his partn- ex-partner, for the last twelve years, staring at the stack of papers in front of him. With one more signature, their life would be dissolved and he would be free. Until recently that idea would have terrified him, but since he learned the truth of the man he’d loved, had thought loved him, he’d spent more time than not trying to come to terms with being alone again.
“Just sign the damn papers, Tuck.” Carl nudged the cheap Bic pen closer to the papers and scowled.
Trapped in the Closet (A Glee/Dragon Ball Z Crossover Fanfiction); by Sara Testarossa:
“I can’t believe you got us locked in here. I’ve been out of the closet for two years,” Kurt huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“And I’ve gone my whole life without being in the vicinity of a man who spends as much time choosing clothes as you do,” Vegeta said with a sneer, though Kurt couldn’t see it in the dark of the Glee club’s storage closet.
“Don’t you talk about my fashion sense, mister spandex pants and bulky armor! And remember when you thought it would be a good idea to grow a mustache? That thing looked like a caterpillar died on your upper lip!”
The Forest Lord #5; by Tucker McCallahan:
“Remind me why we sit here in the wood?” Jhul wore her usual scowl as she spoke, her voice little more than a whispered hiss.
“The arisa ordered us to wait, so we wait.” Kala knelt in a thick copse of heavy growth. Iym and Zak stood with Ilztafay and the remaining mechanical mounts, cloaking them in illusion and silence.
The early morning sunshine barely penetrated the dense canopy of the Div’eari Forest. The raiding party had followed the Amazu River south through the forest to its mouth at Lake Tizoc. Now the party waited, concealed, as T’Riss scouted the settlement he insisted would be lakeside. As was becoming customary, Jhul argued with him and continued to argue even in his absence.
Burchester Tales Part 6 – Time to Eat; by H. Lewis-Foster:
Gus opened the front door, fervently hoping all his flatmates were out. He was nervous enough as it was, without their knowing looks and winks. Gus said a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of carnal karma, when he realised the flat was unusually quiet.
While Gus longed to continue what Lee had started outside the pub, his grumbling stomach wouldn’t allow it. Leaving Lee in the living room, he dashed into the kitchen and set water to boil for pasta, one of the few reliable items in his culinary repertoire. He opened the fridge and reached for a bottle of wine; then he swapped it for a carton of apple juice.
Gus didn’t want a repeat of Lee’s adverse reaction to alcohol, and looked forward to a rare evening of teetotal romance.
The Marine Chapter 7; R. Gebhardt:
“I can’t believe you asked him that!” exclaimed Alex.
“What? He’s my boyfriend; I’m allowed to ask him for him to send me a picture for my phone.”
“Yeah but what if you lose your phone and someone in the Corps finds it? What if they see the things that you guys are texting back and forth? You could get in some serious trouble.” He walked away and left me to my thoughts.
I knew that he was just concerned about me and I knew that he had valid points; which is why when I requested the picture I made sure that Jason knew he needed to be fully clothed. Besides we weren’t at that point in our relationship. We had been together for a month and I was glad that we were taking things slow. Yeah I want to be with him but I don’t want him just for the sex.
Always – Chapter 6 – Part 2; by Lily G. Blunt:
I decided to stay in my room all day on Friday to get ahead with the work due in the following week and made excellent headway with my studying. I felt excited about that evening’s trip to the gay club and the fact that Edward and I would be going as a couple. Perhaps we could count it as our first date after all. He sent me numerous texts about the evening throughout the day and I got this wonderful feeling he wanted to keep in contact with me all the time.
Growth, Part 32 – Adel’s Understanding, Part 3; by Grace R. Duncan:
Perhaps, however, it was time to give in on something, something he couldn’t remember, in that moment, why he had been so insistent on. Maybe it was because his cock was still hard, the sounds of Ghalib’s cries still echoed in his ears, and the image of Ghalib aroused and needy wouldn’t likely leave him for a very long time. He considered the look on Cyrus’s face but couldn’t quite figure out what the man was thinking. He needed to take the chance, because the thought of anyone else being inside of Ghalib… well, he couldn’t stand it. He didn’t know what that meant, but he just couldn’t stand it.
“Would I be out of line to ask he not be given to anyone else first?”