Silver Flash Wednesday!

Greetings friends! Today's Silver Flash is really short,
it barely surpasses the Flash minimum of 500 words. Furthermore,
at the last minute, I almost decided not to participate on
today's flash. I have several University projects to turn in
before the Christmas Holidays and I'm not finding the time to
do anything at all! Be it write, read or even sleep properly =(
Add to all the class work, my part time job and Christmas
preparations (gift buying! I don't know when I'm going to buy
my gifts!)... and well, I'm stressed.

Nonetheless, here is today's little flash which continues Amanda
and Damian's story. After writing last week's (or was it the week
before last?) Flash, I had introduced Damian's point of view into
the story. All was good, except that that Thanksgiving party
had happened more than two years ago and Damian's point of view
had not been placed into the story before. Therefore, during this
chapter, you'll find that Damian is at Amanda's Grandmother's house,
right outside the door. He knows Amanda is in there and like her,
he's been remembering...

Today's prompts were:

Reese Dante joins us once again as our Guest Prompt Diva, with this:  That came out of   nowhere.

For alternative prompts:

springtime for Hitler or

use these three words: camp, Venice, ostrich or

incorporate a crossdresser into your story in some way

Don't forget to visit the rest of the great flasher's! (links at the bottom!) And sorry if the post's formatting is a bit weird- Blogger is being evil =(

Untitled Chapter 6

Damian stood at the threshold, remembering that Thanksgiving party more than two years ago.
It had been a new beginning for them. They had started again and from that foundation a relationship had slowly taken shape. He still remembered the first time he had told Amanda he loved her...

Damian tugged on Amanda’s hand. As he settled onto the bench, he pulled her to him. Laughing, she fell onto his lap. He placed his arms around her and hugged her to him, inhaling the sweet smell of her perfume. He would never get tired of that subtle essence of vanilla. Lightly, he took her earlobe between his teeth. He would never tire of her taste. Her fingers entwined in his hair and her breathing grew labored as he sucked on the tender piece of skin. His fingers slightly grazed her breast and she swatted playfully at his hand. Laughing, she pulled away from his embrace.
"We're in public," she protested, indicating with a nod of her head their surroundings. Damian raised his eyebrows at her and looked around. It was early autumn and the park was almost deserted, except for a few passerbies, too busy with their own affairs to notice a cuddling couple. "I dont see anyone.” Amanda titled her head and he smiled, recognizing the signs for when she was about to voice her disapproval on a certain matter. Before she could utter a word he claimed her mouth. She opened up almost instantly, her tongue delving out of its cave to dwell with his. Her hands, still in his hair, drew him closer, deepening their kiss. This time, she didn’t remover his hand when he palmed the sweet flesh of her breast. He squeezed lightly and something triggered inside him. A surge of emotion that came out of nowhere welled up inside him. Breaking their kiss, Damian gently grasped her chin and tilted her head to look into her eyes. "I love you, Amanda".

Her eyes darted back and forth, seizing him. She smiled, unbelieving. "That came out of nowhere."

"No, really," he insisted.

She nodded and placed her lips back over his, as if she didn’t want to hear what he had to say. For a moment, panic had gripped his heart. She didn’t love him back, she didn’t want him, but his fear was soothed and forgotten as their kiss grew in intensity and passion.

Damian stared at the white door. No, he never forgot. He doubted. For another six months, he doubted. Yes, that had been the day he’d told Amanda he loved her, but it had also been the day the seed of doubt had been planted.
Damian took in a deep breath. He should have known then, but he had made a mistake, and he had doubted. He hadn’t doubted her, no, he’d doubted himself, doubted his own feelings and destroyed their relationship.Now, more than two years later he stood at her Grandmother’s door, wondering if being there at all was a good idea and whether he should go back home and try to forget her for once and for all.

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LM Brown (m/m) AJ Jarrett (m/m) West Thornhill (m/m) Heather Lin (m/f) Pia Veleno (m/m) Freddy MacKay (m/m) Julie Lynn Hayes (m/m)

Silver Flash Wednesday: Untitled chapter five

Good morning everyone! We've finally made it across half the week and that means that it's Silver Flash Day!

There were some great prompts this week:

Guest Diva Lily Sawyer, gave us:
"This is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation," Or "I wish I knew how to quit you." or "Love means never having to say you're sorry."

The alternate prompts were:
8 ball, trailer and use the name of any state in the US or pizzicato, pie and motor oil or "Your words are too big for your mouth"

I really liked the phrase "I wish I knew how to quit you", but I couldn't fit it into Damien and Amanda's story (Click here if you want to read old chapters) just yet, so I went instead with the ball, the trailer and the state.

Read on and don't forget to visit the other great Flasher's (links at the bottom).

Untitled Chapter 5

“Damian.”

“How are you doing, Amanda?” He nimbly stepped over her legs and settled himself in the empty seat by her side.

“I’m fine, thank you, but—“

“I’m so glad to see you; it’s been years, huh? I think the last time we saw each other was that day at that dirty trailer park in Massachusetts.” Damian watched Amanda’s cheeks fill with color and her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh no, not you, sorry. Last time I saw you it was a warm summer evening. You came over to scream at me and we almost kissed and—“

“Damian, I—“

Damian looked back and forth from her to the nerd boy seated in front. The guy was glaring at him in what he could only guess was his most menacing look. He frowned, trying to stop the laughter bubbling inside him to surface.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes.”
“No.”

The couple stared at each other. Silent communication passed between them. With a shrug and a quick nod the boy stood and sauntered away, disappointment openly showing in his stance.

As soon as he was out of earshot Damian burst out laughing. A hard punch in the arm caused his laughter to double.

“Damian!” Amanda cried. She abruptly stood up and turned to face him. “Jerk.” She spun around to leave but he was quicker. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he gasped. Amanda’s eyes widened and searched his face, seeking an answer to the intense current that had just swept between them.

“You know that’s the second time I feel that in less than a week?” he shrugged, trying to diminish the strange feeling. “Will you sit with me? I just want to talk for a bit.”

Damian watched Amanda’s face. Her expression was stony but her eyes were troubled. She glanced at his hand, still on her wrist. She bit her lower lip.

“Fine.”

Damian smiled in relief.

“Thanks.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

Damian glanced at her. Her eyes were narrowed, her tone of voice icy, but he still held her wrist and she had made no move to disengage herself from his hold.

“I want to apologize for before and for that day at my front lawn.” He averted his gaze. He was lying. He was not sorry for getting rid of the nerd and he was not sorry for almost kissing her that day in his lawn. Nonetheless, he hated himself for lying to her, but he sensed she wanted an apology and if that’s what it took to get her to stay a while longer next to him, he’d give it to her.

Amanda sighed and sat back against the cushions, disengaging herself from his grip.

“That’s all right. I’m actually thankful about Alex. He’s a nice guy, but,” she hesitated, clearly unsure on how much she should say.

“He can be a little too knowledgably at times?”

Amanda smiled. “Nicely put, but yeah, he can be a pain in the ass.”

“You don’t need a magic 8 ball to figure that one out.”

Damian grinned as Amanda laughed good-humouredly. She had such beautiful laughter, like the sound of tinkling bells. He sadly realized that during all their encounters he’d always done something to anger her hence her attitude towards him had always been to scowl or glare in animosity.

“I’m sorry for being such a jerk at times,” he blurted.

Amanda smiled. She tucked a lose strand of her chocolate colored hair behind an ear.

“That’s ok; I’ve never been particularly nice towards you, either.”

“Maybe we can start again? Forget those past chaotic encounters and stop being enemies for once and for all.”

“I guess we could.”

Damian grinned. He stuck out his hand. “Name’s Damian. Pleased to meet you.”

“Amanda.”

Silver Flash Authors

West Thornhill
Lily Sawyer
Elyzabeth VaLey
Freddy MacKay
Julie Lynn Hayes

Silver Flash Wednesday: Untitled Chapter 4

Greetings friends!
Today is another one of those awesome Wednesdays! and why are they awesome? One, because it means we're a little closer to the weekend and two, because it's Silver Flash Day!

We had a load of prompts to chose from this week but I finally decided to pick these three words: immigrants, Led Zeppelin and thanks

In case you don't remember, the last chapter on Untitled Work (goodness, I really do need to think of a title for Amanda and Damian's story) was the unexpected meeting at the Karaoke bar. If you want to read it, click here!

Read on and don't forget to check out the other awesome flasher's (links at the bottom).

Untitled Chapter 4

Thirty seconds. That’s how long it had taken him to spot her. Damian leaned back against the white plaster wall, sipping the drink Anne had offered him upon his arrival. He’d barely mumbled his thanks when she had run off with a smile and an apology to welcome new guests.
Left alone with no one to talk to, he scanned the room and found Amanda. He’d settled against the wall, waiting and watching. He didn’t mind being on his own; after all, he’d only accepted the invitation to the party because it was a great chance to see Amanda again. Besides, he had never been a social butterfly. He was best left to his own devices: his motorcycle, his music, his reading. He’d only come because of her, the pretty girl he’d had a crush on for the past two years, the one on the other side of the room, the one which he had spotted in little more than thirty seconds.

Damian studied Amanda. She was sitting down, one of her shapely legs crossed over the other, raising her skirt to mid thigh. She wasn’t even aware of the effect that little bare piece of skin was having on her interlocutor, who’s gaze kept dashing to her leg.
He smiled. It seemed her music tastes had changed some in the past two years. Last time they’d spoken she had classified his music as noise and now, as Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant song played through the speakers her feet were restless, surreptitiously tapping to the beat.

Amanda smiled and Damian’s heart accelerated. Twice now he had been close to kissing those pink lips. How did that saying go? Third time comes around, or third time lucky…something like that. He took a sip from his drink. Fate had thrown him in Amanda’s path once more. What remote possibility was there that after two years of barely catching glimpses of her from across the lawn during the summer he would meet her in Springfield? One in a million. And yet, there she had been, at the same Karaoke bar to which he had taken those clients bent on having a good time before departing back home.
Damian shook his head. He still didn’t know what had gotten into him. He’d seen her across the bar and his brains decided to go for a hike. Before he knew what he was doing he was on stage singing to her. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips and he hid it behind his cup. It seemed he couldn’t stop making a fool of himself every time he was near the girl.

Until tonight. After Anne, Amanda’s friend, had invited him to this pre-Thanksgiving party he’d gone home with one goal in mind. He’d make Amanda his. He’d taste every corner of that mouth, every delectable inch of that body before the night was over. He’d scratch that itch he’d been nursing ever since she’d come to scream at him about his motorcycle making too much noise, ever since, she’d splayed her small hand over his chest, ever since he’d been so close to kissing her he could still smell her perfume… Damian shook his head, trying to dissipate that never forgotten summer evening. He should have forgotten her but he couldn’t and then the other night, when he’d grab her wrist...damn, his fingers still tingled just from the memory.

He glanced in Amanda’s direction. She was still deep in conversation with the guy before her. Straightening, he left his spot near the wall. He took his time approaching the couple. Looking at a picture frame here, leaving his empty cup on a table, admiring a pretty ornament. He was upon them before he could digest what he was going to do. His hands were clammy and his heart beat so loudly he was surprised no one else mentioned what that racket was. Amanda glanced up at him. Her lips parted and her large brown eyes sparkled. Damian grinned. The show was on.

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Silver Flash Wednesday: Untitled Chapter 3

Happy Wednesday everyone! I'm participating in today's Silver Flash and continuing with this untitled work. If you don't remember where we dropped off you can read chapter 1 and 2 here and here.

Remember to visit the other fantastic flasher's! (links at the bottom)

Untitled Chapter 3

Damian lowered his head to her face. He was inches away from her lips. Amanda knew she should do something to stop him but she couldn’t. She stood powerless to his masculine appeal. What’s more, she hated to admit it, but she wanted him to kiss her.

His lips were tantalizing and the heat from his body was intoxicating. Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard. This was not a good idea. He was her neighbor, her enemy, the one that didn’t let her read in peace. She put a restraining hand on his chest. He stopped, glancing into her eyes. The heat coming from him was scorching her hand, raising her awareness of what she was doing. She splayed her fingers, reveling on the feel of his smooth skin and the few scarce hairs that dusted his chest. His hand snaked around her waist and he pulled her closer. Amanda looked up at him.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she blurted.

Damian raised his eyebrows. She felt his muscles tense underneath her fingers and she wanted to bite back her words, but it was too late. She’d already put her foot in her mouth.

Amanda scratched her nose with the back of her arm and turned away from the window. The last time she had seen Damian had been a long time ago, more than two years ago to be exact. That’s when the real trouble had begun.

Amanda screamed along with her friends as the first chords of one of her favorite songs blasted through the karaoke’s bar speakers. She laughed and used her fist as a pretend microphone as she mouthed the words to Elton John’s and Kiki Dee’s song “Don't go breakin' my heart” which a group of men were badly imitating on stage.

Suddenly her friend, Anne, nudged her on the ribs.

“What?” She lowered her head so she could hear her friend above the noise.

“That hunk in the corner hasn’t stopped staring at you.”

Amanda raised her eyes and quickly lowered them. It couldn’t be. It could.

“Tell me what he looks like,” she said, grabbing her friends arm and turning her back on the boy while dancing with her friend.

“Tall, long dark hair, dressed in black pants and a long sleeve black shirt.”

“Shit.”

“You know him?”

“If it’s who I think he is, then yes.”

“Well, he’s standing up.”

“What?” Amanda turned around sharply. She watched the man walk to the stage. Her innards felt like jelly. She hadn’t seen that boy, no, man, since the summer before last when he’d almost kissed her. A base and guitar mingled in the air, then the sound of drums. Her attention was drawn to the stage. Damian stood center stage. She held to her beer bottle as if it was her only connection to life. Damian had let his hair loose. It wasn’t the messy strands she recalled but a silken curtain that hung halfway down his back. He was fitter than she recalled, seemingly having finally spread out in all the right places.

She realized with a jolt that the voice she was hearing was his. Had it been that deep and husky two years ago? Damian got down from the stage, singing and swaying his hips to the infectious melody of Alice Cooper’s Poison. She had to get out of there.

It was too late. Damian was before her, his blue eyes piercing through her and causing her blood to boil while he sung the lyrics to the song:

“I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison”

Before she could conjure something intelligent to say, Damian winked at her and went back on stage for the grand finale.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“What? Are you nuts?” Anne admonished her. “Amanda, you haven’t gotten laid in about a century and that hunk has it hot for you, what—“

“No, let’s go. Now.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, it’s just I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Don’t you like the guy? Because if you don’t want him I’d love to give him a shot.”

“Anne!”

“Aha! So you do like him!”

“You do?”

A very masculine voice spoke from behind her. Amanda jumped and turned around. Her eyes found Damian and she blushed.

“That’s not what I was saying, Anne was just misinterpreting my words.”

Damian raised his eyebrows in a skeptical expression.

“Yeah, well, I don’t need to explain to you. We’re leaving.” Before she could turn around Damian grasped her wrist.

“Amanda.”

To be continued...

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Lily Sawyer (m/m)

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Silver Flash Wednesday: Untitled chapter 2

Half the week is over already! Hurrah! I've been sick with a cold since Saturday and I thought I wouldn't be able to make it this week, but here I am!
I'm continuing with last week's untitled work. I still don't have a title for it, so I'd love to hear any suggestions if you have them.

This weeks prompts were:

from guest prompter Alison Todd: The moment I opened my mouth, I knew I would regret it.

And from Julie, one of these alternative prompts:

Use these three words in your story: sunshine, stereo, ambulance

or

cold hands, warm heart

or

"In for a penny, in for a pound"


Don't forget to visit the other great flasher's! (links at the bottom!)

Untitled chapter 2

Amanda passed the paintbrush across the faded pink walls. Her things had been taken out and sold in a yard sale or gone into storage at her parent’s house. There was nothing left for her here except memories. She grasped the brush painfully hard, enjoying the sensation of its wooden handle digging into her skin. It stopped her mind from wandering, or did it? Suddenly, she was remembering a day, years ago, when she had grasped something just as hard to keep her feet on the ground.

Amanda rushed across the patio. She had had enough with her foul neighbor. Why didn’t he go to his back patio to fix his darn motorcycle? No. He just had to do on his front lawn and annoy her to no end.

Three days ago, she had been again trying to read at her window seat when the brat had started revving his motor. She’d ask her mom if she could go talk to the neighbors, but she had refused, explaining that everyone could do as they pleased on their front lawn. She’d then gone to her father, but he’d said pretty much the same. Finally, she had spoken to her grandmother. She was the only one that had made a decent suggestion: “Why don’t you talk to the boy? I’m sure if you explain you can come to an agreement.”

Amanda huffed as she crossed the street. An agreement? Her ass! All the dimwit had done was stare at her as if she had descended from the planet of the apes. He had then proceeded to laugh in her face and ignore her. Oh, she had been so furious. She had rushed back home in tears.

It was then that her father suggested something useful. “Why don’t you use your Discman to drown out the noise?” She had. Until today. Today dimwit was being extraordinarily loud because not only was he making motor noises he had now added to the pack some hell sent metal music that killed her own classical preference.

As she stepped on the lawn, Amanda took in a deep breath. She fixed the hem of her purple tank top and straightened her shorts. Then she set her face into a determined mask, clenched her fists to her side and stomped her way to the boy’s garage.

“Ahem,” she loudly cleared her voice.

Dimwit didn’t even glance her way. This was war. She wasn’t prone to violence but if it came to that…in for a penny, in for a pound.

Amanda leaned forward over the bike. Her face almost level with dimwit’s as he bent over the bike’s wheel.

“AHEM!”

Dimwit looked up at her and smiled. For a moment, a funny feeling danced in her stomach and Amanda hurried to straighten herself. Dimwit turned his back on her and lowered the volume of the stereo.

“How can I help you?” he asked standing to his full height. Last time they had spoken he had been sitting in the sidewalk and hadn’t bothered to stand. Amanda was taken aback by how tall he was, she had to tilt her head back to look him in the face, but she refused to be intimidated.

“I asked nicely the other day, and I will ask again now. Can you please do this, “she spread her arms wide, indicating the music, the bike and everything around it, “somewhere else?”

Dimwit smiled, a slow sensual grin that caused his cheeks to dimple and made his blue eyes shine.

“No.”

“May I know why not?” she asked trying to maintain her composure.

“No.” He shrugged and returned to his previous position next to the bike’s wheel.

Amanda ground her teeth together. Decision coursing through her, she rushed around the bike and forced herself to stand between Dimwit and the wheel. Slowly, Dimwit raised his head. His gaze travelled across her body in a slow, sensual caress that caused her legs to tremble. Amanda held on to the motorcycle’s handle, the leather dug into her skin, helping her keep her mission in mind.

“I demand to know why you’re being so impossible and acting like an immature adolescent.”

Dimwit covered his eyes from the glare of the sunshine and said nothing. The blaring siren of an ambulance could be heard racing across a nearby street. Then there was silence. Amanda held her breath. Her grip on the handle tightened painfully but she refused to let go lest she forget why she was here. The boy’s glance was heating her from top to bottom, his eyes having turned a darker shade of blue and his full lips slightly parted, almost as if he too had trouble breathing.

“Maybe because I am an immature adolescent or maybe because I’m hurt you didn’t even ask my name.”

The sound of his voice, raspier than she could recall, brought Amanda back to earth. She fought back the confusing urge to either throttle the boy or kiss him.

“What is your name?” The words flew from her mouth before she could register them.

“Damian, my name is Damian. You’re Amanda.”

Amandra frowned. “How do you know?”

The boy took a step closer and she fought the urge to run.

“I’ll only tell you on one condition?”

Amanda glanced into his dancing blue eyes, a shiver ran down her spine, expectantly.

“What’s that?” her voice sounded strained to her own ears.

“If you let me kiss you.”

To be continued...

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