Found the story: The year without a Santa
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Thursday, January 28, 2021
Friday, January 1, 2021
Prompt: Ms. Kringle and Krampus fall in love -Jack/Joy/Noel
For a very long time, Noel and Joy, better known as Mr. and Mrs. Claus had been married.
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Updated: The Werewolf Queen
First writing attempt: The King comes across a cottage far away from the local shifter village. Upon discovering the woman living there he demands an explanation.
Updated: Evernight Halloween Party Prompt from Tiffany Truitt
Prompt: Something in the closet was making a strange noise, so I opened the door...
Updated: Jared & MaryAnn
First writing attempt: Jared and MaryAnn are shifters living on a planet prejudiced against them. As MaryAnn is trying to get home one night, after dark, she is captured by Jared the captain of the guard.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Fantasy Snapshot
Blindfolded in a room, laid out on a bench, strapped face-down by silk covered rope. You hear footsteps, feel a breeze tickle across your naked flesh.
"Has she been a good girl?" He asks.
"If she had been would she be tied down, Sir?"
"Very well, you may begin."
You hear the woosh of the lash. Pain. "One. Thank you, Ma'am".
"Only a 5 count, my dear"
Woosh. "Two, Thank you, Ma'am" Your head starts to feel fuzzy, drifting.
Woosh. Slurring "Three, Thank you, Ma'am".
You feel a stroke on your face, "Just two more".
Drifting further, your body and mind feel detached.
Woosh. "Four, Thank you, Ma'am."
"Last One"
"Five, Thank you, Ma'am."
You loll on the bench as your Master and Mistress untie you. Petting your face, she cradles you to her naked chest, while the Master puts cooling cream on you back. wrapping you in a blanket, he rubs your feet, while you are stretched out on them beside the couch.
"Such a good girl" they croon. "Beautiful, baby girl. So proud of you."
You fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeats and soothing caresses.
"Has she been a good girl?" He asks.
"If she had been would she be tied down, Sir?"
"Very well, you may begin."
You hear the woosh of the lash. Pain. "One. Thank you, Ma'am".
"Only a 5 count, my dear"
Woosh. "Two, Thank you, Ma'am" Your head starts to feel fuzzy, drifting.
Woosh. Slurring "Three, Thank you, Ma'am".
You feel a stroke on your face, "Just two more".
Drifting further, your body and mind feel detached.
Woosh. "Four, Thank you, Ma'am."
"Last One"
"Five, Thank you, Ma'am."
You loll on the bench as your Master and Mistress untie you. Petting your face, she cradles you to her naked chest, while the Master puts cooling cream on you back. wrapping you in a blanket, he rubs your feet, while you are stretched out on them beside the couch.
"Such a good girl" they croon. "Beautiful, baby girl. So proud of you."
You fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeats and soothing caresses.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
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.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Part 2: A Werewolf Queen
A werewolf queen comes but once every thousand years. This human woman you are hiding is her. Packs are always stronger led by a queen. Others will try to kill her when they find out. Others will try to steal her and force her to mate. The stronger rules those who are weaker. She is the most powerful, not be cause she is strong, but because any can breed her. Usually when she is born, she becomes mated to the king. The king then allows the unmated alphas to visit and sire their heirs with the queen.
The alpha growled at the king " no way are you taking her," he narrows his eyes, "especially s a breeder". The alpha's eyes flash yellow, "you speak as if she should be your whore, not a mate."
"She is not my mate, yet. I simply state what has been done in the past. It has helped to keep the bloodlines, strong and pure."
"If that is the way you think, I will not allow you to take her. You deny her proper matehood, therefore, she will never be yours."
"And when she needs more than what you can give her," questions the king.
"I will meet with the other alphas wearing her scent. Their reactions will determine friend or foe. Those who are accepted by her will become allies. None, but ourselves know what she is."
"She has chosen those who are not alpha," the king points at the beta and pack doctor.
"After the alphas return to their territories, we will visit and watch for other candidates."
"You would be okay with sharing her with so many," the king queried. "Who would be her mate?"
"I did not say it would be easy," snarled the alpha, "all decisions are in her hands."
The alpha growled at the king " no way are you taking her," he narrows his eyes, "especially s a breeder". The alpha's eyes flash yellow, "you speak as if she should be your whore, not a mate."
"She is not my mate, yet. I simply state what has been done in the past. It has helped to keep the bloodlines, strong and pure."
"If that is the way you think, I will not allow you to take her. You deny her proper matehood, therefore, she will never be yours."
"And when she needs more than what you can give her," questions the king.
"I will meet with the other alphas wearing her scent. Their reactions will determine friend or foe. Those who are accepted by her will become allies. None, but ourselves know what she is."
"She has chosen those who are not alpha," the king points at the beta and pack doctor.
"After the alphas return to their territories, we will visit and watch for other candidates."
"You would be okay with sharing her with so many," the king queried. "Who would be her mate?"
"I did not say it would be easy," snarled the alpha, "all decisions are in her hands."
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Part 1: Wolves
First writing attempt: The King comes across a cottage far away from the local shifter village. Upon discovering the woman living there he demands an explanation.
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