Cryselle put up a prompt pic that just screamed Tommy! from my Dreamspinner short, Prep Work. Of course, I had to think what scene might go with it for the Thousand Word Thursday feature she runs here on her blog.
I certainly don’t find anyone like that lurking in my kitchen, but Jude Marshall is luckier. Here’s a little ficlet to tell the tale.
One of the pieces of swag that I took to New Orleans was a CD ROM of some free stories. I couldn’t carry enough for everyone, and not everyone was there to collect the hard copy.
Have to fix that, right? I can’t transport you to Louisiana, but I can direct you to where I’ve parked the stories for your reading pleasure.
Here’s what I put on the CD:
On Call: Crossroads, the 2010 Torquere Charity sip that is now a free read for you
|Tool for Change, a prompt fic that turned political
|Shorts, a collection of flash fiction
|and Sugar on the Mountain. Okay, I think I got a little silly with this one, but Mark got into something, much to Allan’s surprise, and I had to write about it. If you’ve never had dulce de leche, then I can only grieve for you. It’s the only substance on the planet that’s better than chocolate.
Sugar on the Mountain is new for GayRomLit, but I invite you to join us in the mountains.
All the stories are available through Goodreads; just use that green button, and enjoy.
Carole Cummings snogged me yesterday, right there in Goodreads! And why? It might be because I really am cuter than any two buttons, (the speckled pup still has me beat) which those of you planning to be in New Orleans a little later this month can check for yourself. Or it might be because I amused the daylights out of her.
A month or two back I mentioned Carole and I had a silly old time with a picture, a story she started, and a challenge she left behind. You just HAVE to do something with this:
So I did. And Carole liked where I went with the story. It stands alone, but it’s cuter with hers first. Crepuscule Monstrum and Crepuscule Monstrum II, heheheh. And you, lucky readers, can have both as Halloween treats, just by going over to Dreamspinner and checking our author profiles. Click on the gargoyles, and any others you might find (there are 29 more). There’s even a coupon for a discount attached to the stories, and you’ve been meaning to read Prep Work, Impromptu, and Highway Man, haven’t you?
Dang, there’s a hint for where to look.
I had a little scene that didn’t fit into the the story — I pushed the word count to the groaning point as it was. Training Cats is my contribution to the Torquere Charity Sips, meant to benefit the “It Gets Better” project, to educate GLBT teens that a happy, healthy life as GLBT adult is real and possible for them.
Training Cats could be subtitled “The Case of the Missing Spine” and this is how it looks from Evan’s point of view.
Evan scanned the yellow bag of peanut candies, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out what he thought. He’d heard Brent’s request for plain M&Ms as surely as Tyler had. He was a PriceCo check-out clerk, he wasn’t supposed to have an opinion on the customers’ purchases, and he couldn’t cause a scene by questioning their choices.
He wanted to yell at Brent and Tyler both.
“Brent!” he wanted to say. “Don’t let him treat you like that! You don’t have to put up with someone who doesn’t respect you. You deserve better.”
But Evan said nothing, only handed the receipt to his friend. He did catch Tyler’s eye for a silent bitch-out, trying to say with a look everything that couldn’t come out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak his mind to Tyler here at work and he’d probably never see the handsome pharmacist and his stuck-up glamour-boy anywhere else.
Tyler’s lip curled. ‘You’re something nasty stuck to the bottom of my shoe,’ his eyes said, ‘and keep your mouth shut.’
Evan wouldn’t speak, but there were other ways to get the point across. He watched Brent and Tyler push their laden cart toward the door, hating the arrogance in the set of Tyler’s black cashmere-clad shoulders and the defeat under Brent’s white dispensing jacket.
Before he closed up his register for the night, Evan bought a bag of plain M&Ms.
Training Cats is on hiatus but will be back soon.
The Goodreads M/M Readers had a prompt picture extravaganza: people chose a picture, wrote a little letter imagining some background for it, and authors volunteered to write a story. My pic was from Thorny, his letter most touching, and I hope I’ve done it justice.
Everyone keeps telling me I’m too young to really know what I want or who I am yet. Give it time, don’t be rash. But it’s all just noise — just blah blah blah — when I see him.
He’s older, wiser, experienced and he makes me melt every time he looks at me. He’s what I want and his boyfriend is who I am. Well, I’m hoping that’s where tonight will lead, anyway. I’m going to do my damnedest to seduce him, to show him I can give him the sweet and tender I’m betting he needs.
He spends his days being tough and confident, but I know there’s a marshmallow angel inside him. I can take care of him. I can. Even if I’ve never done anything like this before. I have to try.
The story is “The Boy Next Door” and it’s posted at Goodreads. You do have to be a member to view this forum,where it has to remain exclusively for a bit, but if you aren’t a member already, why not? It’s a great bunch and they discuss our favorite sort of literature!
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