What if I went a little softcore?


It was New Year’s 2232 although that didn’t really mean anything. Nobody celebrated the holiday’s anymore, everyone was too busy to spend time with family and few had friends outside the virtual world. Enslaved by technology to the point you really didn’t need to leave home anymore. You could plug in and become anyone you wanted, go anywhere you wanted and be with anyone you wanted.

Shannon met Frank two years ago in a virtual café and fell in love while spending time with him online, but lately he had been secretive. She worried he had grown tired of her and was ready to move on. Then today she received a notification he wanted to meet in person. It was a strange request and at first she was reluctant, but had finally decided to give in. When he arrived she stood back waiting for his purpose.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“I want you to keep an open mind.” He replied with a slight smile. Then started walking closer, holding out his hand.

“What are you doing? We can’t, it’s illegal!” She yelled hysterically.

He walked closer and placed a hand on her side, then leaned in touching his lips to hers. She pulled away at first, but it was such a new enticing feeling she couldn’t resist. This was wrong, contact was only allowed in the virtual world, yet it felt so right. She wrapped her arms around Frank squeezing hard surprising even herself. His hand was inside her shirt as he leaned in whispering “Are you ready for a real experience?”

Minutes later she was naked and screaming, then shaking uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe these feelings were possible. His hands were magic, his lips so moist and his tongue made her shiver.

He fell to the bed beside her smiling, stroking her neck. “I never want to lose you.”

They fell asleep holding each other. She knew she would spend every night for the rest of her life in his arms.

Written for the Trifecta: Week Ninety-Four TrifeXXXtra prompt Write an erotic story between 33 and 333 words for National Erotic Day November 15th

This was a bit of a tough one for me and I’m not sure I actually hit the erotic part enough but I had fun and hope you enjoy my story. I ended up exactly 333 words.

What if I had a drinking buddy?


“What the hell did you just say?” Frank screamed.

“Nothing, it was nothing. I didn’t mean it.” Jim replied, his hands shaking.

This exchange started earlier with both men drinking a little too much. What began as a friendly conversation had quickly turned into a pissing contest. Frank first pointed out that his car was newer and faster but Jim made sure to say his house was bigger. Jim then added he made more money but Frank countered that his family was richer. This had gone on for hours looking like there was no end.

The conversation escalated when Frank mentioned an old girlfriend. “Sally was the best thing that happened to you. You let her go because of your stupidity”

“Sally was great, until I found out she slept with you while we were dating. I make sure to remember that before I bring a women around now.” Jim said with a bit of harshness.

“Well I got Amy now and you don’t need to worry about it anymore. She’s my best friend and my angel.” Frank’s words were starting to slur as he grabbed another beer from the cooler.

“Angel my ass, guess you don’t know about last Christmas do you?” Jim said as a joke, but Frank missed the humor.

“What the hell did you just say?” Frank screamed.

“Nothing, it was nothing. I didn’t mean it.” Jim replied, his hands shaking.

Soon both men were on the ground in a tussle. The rest of the guests just stood back and let them go at it. It wasn’t long before the two men were winded and laughing at one another. They had been friends for twenty years and more nights than not this was the way they ended.

Written for Trifectra: Week 103 challenge

Write a post between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word remember

Remember (verb):
3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration

Friday Fictioneers. What if I cracked?

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt. Write a 100 word story based on the photo below.


Tommy carefully placed his feet between the lines as his mom rushed him along.

“Just walk normal and let’s go, I’m running late already.” She said in a huff.

“Mom, it’s important to miss the cracks.” He pleaded.

Tommy glanced at her just long enough to lose his place and his foot touched a seam. Frustrated he missed the next step and tripped, falling to the pavement. With his hand still clenched to mom’s he brought her down too. He looked up expecting her to be furious but she just set there smiling. She looked back at him and they both started laughing uncontrollably.

Sunday photo fiction November 10, 2013

Write a flash fiction story of around 100 to 200 words based on the photo below. For the Sunday photo fiction writing prompt


Oh, but what to do with the ship. It was Ronnie’s prized possession. He had cut, sanded and painted many a night before he got it to be what he wanted. It gave him peace to know he created it, a memory to his own father. Ronnie never spent a day on a ship in his life, but could still quote stories of sea monsters and long voyages beyond the sight of land.

The last few years it had been a center piece for every one to see. Every nurse who came by to check on him and every friend who stopped in for a visit would ask about the ship. Ronnie would let loose of tales that kept them occupied for hours.

Every night Ronnie would lean down, put a hand on the ship and pray. Somewhere during the prayer he would always thank his father for everything he had given to his family, including the sacrifice he made to save many men the night the storm took him from this earth.

Now Ronnie’s time to rest had come and still the ship remained. How could something so precious to him be given away? Oh, what to do with the ship?

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three

He was happy.

The mistakes he created causing such fun.
When you called your wife the wrong name or put too many candles on the cake, that was him.

God of tiny disasters.

trifectaThis post written for the Trifecta-Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three writing prompt

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it.

So is it wrong to blame one of the 33 gods for those tiny mistakes that you have no other explanation for?

What if the lion isn’t the king?

lion-171311_640Who named you the king, my mighty jungle friend ssssss. Although a lion may be formidable, that doesn’t mean he deserves the crown ssssss. The jungle is full of all types of animals, every one more fierce than the next. How do you decide a king, when so many possibilities abound? ssssss

Who should it be, this rightful king? Who makes the decision for all creatures around? ssssss. Should it be the smartest of the bunch, the gorilla might get that vote. Maybe the fiercest creature to roam this land, then lion my friend you have it by default ssssss. The biggest animal stomping about, the elephant takes that with ease. Maybe none of the above and we should dig a little deeper ssssss .

I have chosen to challenge for the right to be king ssssss. My talents are unlimited, my followers all around ssssss. If you chose to stop me, let the battles begin ssssss. We can attack from the trees, drop in from above. Think your safe in the water, not if you challenge me or my friends ssssss. The land is ours to roam, and below ground we toil as well ssssss.

No escape from the force that is mine to command ssssss. Our venom is deadly, bringing giants to the ground ssssss. We can hide in the shadows or lay in wait ssssss. The sight of us sending chills down your spine, our sounds stopping you in your tracks ssssss. What other creature has these talents ssssss?

It’s time we had the respect we deserve ssssss. Hand over the crown and we’ll take our place sssssss. The jungle is mine, do you deny it ssssssssssssssssssss?rattlesnake-159135_640

Post written for the What if writing challenge. What if you could be king of the jungle?

What if? Weekly writing challenge

Trifextra: Week Ninety Two

In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”  Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.

Who was not important.

As long as the month started with a kill I didn’t care.

A good morning coffee and a little spilled blood.

This was going to be a good month.trifecta