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I am honing my craft with these stories. They have their little flaws, but I love them just the same.
Almost all of these were written, from receiving prompt to end, in a three-hour writing session.
A woman makes a choice that will change much more than her body. # No one had ever bothered to tell her about this part. Everyone was drifting away from her. Her parents were off RVing across the country, which was more of a blessing than not. Most of her … Continue reading →
A woman discovers a terrible secret, and chooses to solve her problems with lasagna. *This story is now available on Amazon for free* # I wake to rain pounding on the windows and an empty bed. I smooth the worn blanket on his side. He’s still not home. I check … Continue reading →
An overworked succubus seeks a vacation, only to find out that she signed up for more than she bargained for. # Lerlun tapped the scroll on the table and shook hands with the human, careful not to squeeze the still-bleeding finger. She had always thought it silly to hold onto … Continue reading →
The Depths of Cloudberry Pie by M. D. Flyn Lelia eyed the flyer hanging in the window of the storefront. The box social was coming up. It was the first year she was old enough to make something. If only she had the time. Or the money for ingredients. She … Continue reading →
*Fair warning, this is 2600 words, 12 minute read Death by Fruit by M. D. Flyn Sara sat on a box and watched the sun rise as it painted the dirty piles of the camp in rose and gold. Snow dusted the debris and shelters. The lake reflected the golden … Continue reading →
Revenge and Viral Videos by M. D. Flyn Jill leapt into the air, trying to reach the feathered bauble. Servant 5 squealed in glee. Jill considered peeing on the servant’s blankie while she crouched down, ready to pounce again. The noises this little one made grated on her nerves. She … Continue reading →
The Blood Oath Bard by M. D. Flyn Groomnen woke with a grunt as he crashed to the ground. Iymbryl smirked down at him, foot perched on the overturned stool. He tucked his hair behind his pointed ears and stepped back. Groomnen growled at him, struggling to get up. He … Continue reading →
Hatred Loves Company: A semi-fable inspired by gay penguins by M D Flyn Zorge watched as Byni jumped in the pond. The little ones were all chattering in a happy flock. Byni’s red plumage was easy to spot, her tiger-striped extensions standing out. She was exploring her individuality with enthusiasm … Continue reading →
A Pyro’s Little Friend by M D Flyn I wait impatiently until I am alone, the only thing I don’t want to be. When Uncle leaves to deliver the chest of drawers, I slip from the workshop and run upstairs. I waited so long to start; the tension is clawing … Continue reading →
Staycation Rehab by M D Flyn Emma wiped sweat from her brow with a shaking hand as she shoved the last load of clothes in the dryer. She slammed the door, and the machine hummed to life. She grabbed the full hamper and lugged it back to the bedroom. Her … Continue reading →