#StoryIn12 – August

#StoryIn12Another month, another collection of micro fiction for #StoryIn12, the flash fiction meme on twitter, hosted by Molly (aka @mollysdailykiss) and Wriggly Kitty (aka @Wriggly_Kitty). This time I have surpassed myself and actually managed to come up with a story for all 31 daily prompts.

Here are this month’s contributions:

Vice – The migraine felt like his head was being crushed in a vice.

Letter – One letter at a time, he slowly deciphered the secret message’s meaning.

Husband – She didn’t need a husband, all she really needed was a lover.

Sunday – Sunday: the end of the weekend, a new week full of potential.

Fight – Not wanting to fight, he retreated into the safety of the shadows.

French – He couldn’t speak French but he understood her intention; desire is universal.

Grace – He said grace, then lent forward between her legs to taste her.

Barefoot – Walking barefoot through the breaking waves was one of life’s simple pleasures.

Reflection – The reflection didn’t lie, instead it told an all too painful truth.

Broken – The effort of staying strong for so long had finally broken him.

Filthy – I’m in such a filthy mood, it’s probably best to avoid me.

Cream – It had a texture like cream and left a rich, bitter aftertaste.

Dance – Dance like no one is watching. She danced, and no one was.

Circle – One at a time, taking each other’s hands, they completed the circle.

Swallow – “You may swallow now, little one”, he said softly, “It’s your reward”.

Victory – They called it victory but it came at too high a price.

Remedy – There were no quick fixes available. A full remedy would take time.

Honour – The offer of her submission was an honour he could not refuse.

Dead – Another day of coming to terms with the fact I’m not dead.

Taste – The taste of her lingered on his lips long after she’d gone.

Message – Smiling, she tilted her screen away to read his message in private.

Judge – Judge me if you wish. I am who I am; nothing else.

Rose – She rose; a triumphant phoenix from the ashes of her former self.

Demand – It was a simple demand, but it would have a profound impact.

Attack – It was a surprise attack and it was devastating in its effect.

Exam – Opening the envelope, dread turned to joy upon seeing his exam results.

Wine – She tasted like a fine wine; an intense pleasure on my tongue.

Imaginary – Unlike her husband, the imaginary lovers of her fantasy satisfied her completely.

Satisfied – As it always did, his tongue left her drained but completely satisfied.

Knock – The gentle knock at the door startled her out of her daydream.

Nasty – It could have been a nasty fall. Only his pride was hurt.



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