To get all the details of the Flash in the Pan challenge, visit my friend Red’s blog here.
Challenge: Tablecloth – 100 words
Marco knew that this would be his only chance. After tomorrow, his entire family would be uprooted and dragged off to a location that nobody could know about. This bastard had ruined his life and the life of his family and yet here he was, enjoying his life and his freedom. It wasn’t fair.
Hiding between cars in the parking lot, he aimed his revolver at the overweight gangster as he stood up, and fired two shots into his torso.
Standing, Marco watched as his father fell to the ground, dragging the blood stained tablecloth with him.
Word count: 97 words
For full FTP Challenge details, visit Red’s site here.
Challenge: Waitress – 100 words
He looked up from his plate for the third time since his food was delivered five minutes ago, his eyes nervously searching the busy diner for the redhead. She was beautiful beyond belief. She had tried several times to engage him in conversation while taking his order but he was so nervous, he would often have to point at the menu item because his voice would get caught at the back of his throat and would remain there, terrified.
She glanced over at him and smiled. She wondered if he would be as good in bed as his father was.
Word count: 100 words
For FTP Challenge details, visit Red’s site here.
Wine – 50 words
The wine was finally taking effect. One final sip washed the chalky, bitter taste from my mouth, left there by the pills I had just swallowed. Closing my eyes, I waited to join my infant son. I only knew him for two weeks but I loved him more than life.
Word count: 50 words
The last time I wrote anything (besides blog posts) was probably about 6 months ago. I’m not sure why, but it started with writer’s block on my second novel and for some reason, instead of fighting it, I just gave up. Today though, I am climbing back onto the horse and have vowed to write something…ANYTHING…every day. I am going to start out with Flash Fiction pieces (short stories keeping to a minimum word count) for Red’s FTP Challenge, which you can read all about here.
Chocolate – 50 words
He promised me an interesting evening and so far, he’s delivered. Pinned by the weight of my body, her breasts heaved with each breath she took. I looked at my friend, who smiled as I leaned in and licked her nipple clean of the warm, melted chocolate that covered it.
Word Count: 50 words
Well, winning this contest turned out to be easier than getting this Swedish girl to keep her top on. With only 3 entrants, I assigned each one a number and had my daughter choose a number between 1-3.
MissValentine Logar, you are today’s winner of a signed copy of my first erotic short story collection. Please send me an email with your home address.
Buy a copy here
Well, it looks like it’s time to give another signed book copy away. This time though, I’m going to send out my erotic short story collection. Before you participate, please make sure that you would enjoy this type of book – I use no euphemisms so expect language that some might consider “vulgar”. I call it “telling it like it is”.
This time however, I’m going to ask you to work for it a little. If you want to qualify for the draw (I will put names into a hat and have my daughter pick one), you will need to post a link to this page (twitter or facebook) or reblog this on your own blog. Once you have done this, leave a link to your post, status update or tweet in the comment section and that’s it! Your comments must be in by Friday, May 10th at 8:00 pm Eastern time.
And now, the poll. I would like all authors to be kind enough to participate so that I don’t waste my time being locked into something that isn’t working.
With Mother’s Day right around the corner, I am of course reminded of my own mother and how much I miss her. I lost her to cancer 9 years ago and although the pain of losing her has lessened with time, thankfully the memories I have of her remain vivid.
My mother was not educated, as far as schooling went. Being the oldest of 8 children, she had to give up her education in order to get a job to help feed her 7 younger siblings. Fortunately, the lack of formal education didn’t affect the wisdom that passed from her lips on occasions too numerous to count.
I remember one night I was watching my two younger brothers while my parents were at a neighbor’s yard party. At one point, the older of the two boys fell to the ground, clutching his ears while screaming. I called the neighbors to get my parents home and although I don’t remember what the doctor told them, the outcome was that my brother had lost his hearing from one ear and he would possibly lose his hearing from the other one day in the future.
One day as my brother and I were fighting (like we did on a daily basis) and my mother heard me tell him, with venom on my lips, that I hated him. I didn’t use that word lightly and rarely said it (out loud at least) and the way my mother looked at me will forever be burned in memory. When she finally spoke, she said, “If he were to lose his hearing now, do you really want those words to be the last thing he hears?”
Ouch. I never told him that again…ever.
In the early years of my marriage, my husband and I were having problems. Not just little ones that all couples have to deal with, but some really big ones that would cause most people to run to their divorce lawyer. I wanted to leave, but something my mother had said earlier kept coming to mind. “The reason that the divorce rate is so high is because young people just don’t try hard enough to make things work.” Because of those words, I was determined not to be ranked among those who gave up without a good fight. My husband and I are still together after 27 years and although things aren’t perfect, they are pretty good. I’m glad that I took my mother’s words to heart, not only for the purpose of saving my marriage but for many other challenges I have faced in my life so far.
She also had great intuition. It seems that as a teen, I dated a few “losers”. My father fought me on each of them until my mother’s wisdom finally sunk in; the more you try to pull them apart, the closer they will become. It worked too. She probably saved me a lot of heartache by responding the right way.
Her intuition stayed strong right up until her last day with us. She had battled throat cancer for 3 years and slept every night on a special lazy boy that was bought for her, because she couldn’t lie down flat without choking. On the night of Jan. 6, 2004 she slept in the bed she shared with my father, for the first time since she’d fallen ill. She never woke up.
My mother was a firm believer in angels and this was apparent whenever you stepped inside her home. I stayed with my father for a week after she died, to help with arrangements and just to be with him, and he found a poem written by my mother, which talked about an angel coming for her. She knew that she wasn’t going to live through the night. How she knew that, is beyond me. I’d like to think that she is now a guardian angel for some poor soul here on earth, doing what she did best; helping other people.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
First of all, I want to apologize for my absence of late. My personal life has been turbulent to say the least. My job is getting busier (summer promises very long days) and I recently hit my 1 year mark and put in for a promotion to Junior Cutter (butcher). Keep your fingers crossed for me. I also was recently diagnosed with emphysema and now I have to quit smoking or I risk dying while I’m still young. And if that wasn’t enough, I turned 49 on the 4th. My 2 boys bought me nothing (they are in their 20′s and both working) and my 16 yr old daughter bought me a top that was way too small…she didn’t keep the receipt…but what do you know? It fits her! (I’m rolling my eyes right now…I’m telling you because I know you can’t see me)
Oh hell…I think I’ve depressed myself even further. Let’s try looking at things from a different perspective, shall we? (I’m wearing a latex cat suit and am armed with a whip…don’t you DARE think of turning me down )
These last few months, my life has been very exciting and despite my memory being shit, there are events that I don’t think I will ever forget. My motto was that you only live once. I discovered that I’d rather take a risk now and then and create exciting experiences and memories, then live in a box just because other people think that that is the way I should live. This is MY life and only I am responsible for my own happiness.
At my work, I just celebrated my 1 year anniversary and put in for a promotion. I can’t wait to see if I get it! And just for the record, most days I really love my job. I work with a bunch of friendly, funny guys that have seemed to accept me into their fold. I feel like I’m part of a family there.
My health isn’t great, but if I stop smoking now (or very soon), I can at least prevent it from getting worse and with time, my lungs can become healthy again. I’m also grateful that I am healthy enough to do such a physical job.
As for my shitty birthday, I DID receive a beautiful silver/diamond heart necklace from my husband and my best friend bought me really cool floor mats for my car. I also got many birthday wishes at work and on facebook, so all in all it wasn’t a total bust.
See how important the way you look at things is? I tend to look at the downside, but I am learning to see things more positively.
Do you have a positive outlook or are you like me and see the glass as half empty?
The Laughing Duck
Congratulations Laughing Duck! Please send an email with your name and mailing address to:
If you didn’t win the book but would still like to read it, you can get both electronic and print versions here:
Don’t despair. There will be many more book give-aways in the future. Thanks to those who participated as well as you shyer lot who read the post but decided to keep his/her naughty stories to themselves. You’ll come around.