Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wednesday Brief! Your Hump Day Dose of Flash Fiction!

Greetings friends and happy Hump Day! This week's prompts were:

"I can see clearly now..."
canvas, moustache, pond
"I'd follow you anywhere"
"Take your clothes off or I'll...."
chicken, pantomime, stock market
"His/her eyes were as green as..."

Initially this was going to be an individual flash, like all the others, but it somehow got out of hand and I think it's just begging for me to write a Part II. Read it and let me know what you think ;-)  Have a great day! And don't forget to visit the other awesome flashers! (links at the bottom, as usual!)

Wings that won’t fly

Lucas’s body hurled to the ground in what he deemed would be his demise. He closed his eyes, preparing for the inevitable end and the pain to come. There would be a lot of pain. That was what happened when you tumbled from a fifty-story building. You died in painful agony. The wind rushed in his ears as he fell. He tried spreading his wings one last time but failed miserably. Any moment now.

Suddenly, something shifted in the air and he found himself rising instead of falling. Was he dead already? Had he died before reaching the concrete sidewalk? He cracked open his eyes and looked up into the face of his savior. Two thoughts rushed through his brain before he fainted: her eyes were as green as the meadows back home and that he had to get away from anything that reminded him remotely of home.


Evangelina barley stopped Lucas from throwing himself back into thin air. She extended her talons and crushed him against her red scales, careful not to hurt him any further but also hard enough so that he would not fidget. As he lost consciousness in her grasp she spread her wings to its full span and vanished into the fading sunlight.


Lucas lay on a soft mattress. The smell of clean sheets assaulted his senses and the feel of cotton rubbing gently on his wounds barely bothered him. Something was off. He listened carefully, trying to gauge if there was any immediate danger. The only noise he recognized was the sound of running water coming from a nearby bathroom. Gingerly, he tried stretching. He popped open his eyes in surprise as he realized that he was unbound. He stared around at the dimly lit room. It was a small apartment, compressed of nothing more than a kitchenette, a table for two, the bed he was lying on and a door that likely led to the bathroom. He stared at the colorful quilt that covered him and groaned. Throwing off the blanket, he studied his body. He lay naked except for his grey boxer shorts. He ran a hand down his torso, noticing how all his wounds had been dressed. An unnecessary precaution, he thought amused, as they were already healing. Were his wings healing too? They had never been hurt in battle before. He turned over into his stomach and spread the black appendages. He grinned onto the pillow. They were not healed and they would probably take time to recover, but already he could feel strength seeping back into them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The soft feminine voice caused him to turn sharply towards the bathroom door. He grimaced as his still tender ribs stabbed into his side. “Are you all right?”

“What do you want?” he snapped.

The woman draped in nothing more than a baby blue towel that barely reached halfway down her thighs, stopped her approach a few feet from the bed. Her green eyes bore into him and he looked away flustered. His gaze dropped to her mouth and he discovered himself licking his lips, the urge to nibble on her lush lower lip, causing butterflies to dance in his stomach. He took in a steadying breath, noticing at the same time how the tips of her long red hair curled right above her breasts, dripping cool water into the valley in between. Lucas’s cock began to swell as he looked further. He imagined his hands around the woman’s waist, her long toned legs wrapped around him as he took possession of her. All erotic notions vanished from his thoughts as he noticed the red dragon tattoo entwining around the woman’s knee and curling its way onto her ankle.

“Dragon,” he hissed.


“Took you a while to recognize me, demon,” Evangelina’s voice came out huskier than she had intended and she felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as Lucas’s grey eyes shot towards her face. “The horde is attracted to the wings. They will know you’re here and we’ll both be killed,” she snapped, trying to disguise her discomfort. Lucas nodded and collected his wings, the appendages vanishing before her eyes as if they had never been there. Evangelina had stood still as he assed her. She was afraid that if she moved he’d sense her arousal. She was afraid that if she moved she’d throw herself at him.

She thanked the stars that he was too injured to move. Unable and unwilling to move, she bit her lower lip as she watched Lucas impatiently swipe back a strand of long black hair that had fallen over his eyes. She followed the movement, wondering how it would feel to have those strong fingers caress and touch her body.

“Is that why you came out of the shower without bothering to dress? You sensed my wings?” She took in a heady breath, Lucas’s melodic baritone voice causing a sudden shiver to run down her spine.

“Yes.” Her answer was barely a whisper and she quickly looked away, too embarrassed to hold his heated stare. That proved to be a mistake. Liquid rushed to her core and her nipples hardened further as she noticed the tent in his boxers. What had she gotten herself into?

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  1. Well, you know I love fantasy, and this has it all! More, please. :)

  2. Oh my God, yes! More! This is getting good, lol!


  3. Great story so far. I love the tension.

  4. You definitely have to keep going, I love the start, want to see more, please!


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