Prompt: Something in the closet was making a strange noise, so I opened the door...
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NBC Flash Fiction Jan. 2014
Written Prompt (Phyllis Williams - FB): I love roses especially on a lady. I love the way they smell. He bends over and slowly breathes in her scent. He whispers in her ear...You are intoxicating. The plans I have for you...
He brushed the petals down her torso, watching her face as she absorbed the soft, gentle caress. "I've finally got you covered in rose petals. Isn't that what you wanted, my dear?" She shivered at the anger in his voice, so at odds with his gentle stroking. She felt the bed dip as he brushed his mouth to her ear, "You want to be mine, don't you, pet?" Confusion swamped her. She didn't understand why he sounded so angry. He asked her if she trusted him. She did, physically, but she was staring to have doubts about the safety of her heart. Tears slipped free, dampening the blindfold. She waited so long and she loved him so much, why was he tormenting her like this. Seeing the anguish on her face and the rapidly dampening cloth, his expression softened. "Oh, darling girl" he crooned as he gathered her in his arms. massaging away the marks the restraints had left on her wrists. "What am I going to do with you, foolish girl." [word count 172]
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He brushed the petals down her torso, watching her face as she absorbed the soft, gentle caress. "I've finally got you covered in rose petals. Isn't that what you wanted, my dear?" She shivered at the anger in his voice, so at odds with his gentle stroking. She felt the bed dip as he brushed his mouth to her ear, "You want to be mine, don't you, pet?" Confusion swamped her. She didn't understand why he sounded so angry. He asked her if she trusted him. She did, physically, but she was staring to have doubts about the safety of her heart. Tears slipped free, dampening the blindfold. She waited so long and she loved him so much, why was he tormenting her like this. Seeing the anguish on her face and the rapidly dampening cloth, his expression softened. "Oh, darling girl" he crooned as he gathered her in his arms. massaging away the marks the restraints had left on her wrists. "What am I going to do with you, foolish girl." [word count 172]
Monday, January 13, 2014
Prompt: He found the hot pink stiletto heel in the grass under the bridge. (FB - Stormy Glenn)
The shoe belongs to a troll princess. They aren't ugly, like most would believe. Damn those Grimm brothers and their lying, manwhoring ways. Trolls do however pick a bridge to visit in hopes of finding their mate (assuming its another troll). Once he discovered the stiletto, he knew he had to find the woman it belonged to, curiosity being a major personality trait of cat shifters. Taking a whiff of the shoe, "hmm, troll, delicious troll".
Now finding a troll might sound easy, after all they are taller and bulkier than humans, however Las Vegas is the home to all sorts of paranormals. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" isn't just a fun vacation line, its the law that keeps paras safe from their human counterparts. Learning to blend in is a must for paras, even in a "safe" place like Las Vegas.
Now finding a troll might sound easy, after all they are taller and bulkier than humans, however Las Vegas is the home to all sorts of paranormals. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" isn't just a fun vacation line, its the law that keeps paras safe from their human counterparts. Learning to blend in is a must for paras, even in a "safe" place like Las Vegas.
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