Three Sentence Fic - Week 1
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asphaltcowgrrlI'm so far behind with these. *sighs* But here are a few to catch up.
Day 1: Making Money
She watched him pass for what felt like the fiftieth time that morning, dragging his ladder behind him. His dark, curly hair was wild from the frustrated way he'd run his fingers through it while trying to solve the problem. Seemed like being an electrician was a tough way to bring home the bucks.
Day 2: Red Light
Zayne knew that his boyfriend was quiet, cautious, and reserved. But he was also aware that when no one else was looking, in the quiet of their home, that he could be quite surprising in his abandon. The absolute disparity between his boyfriend’s professional self and the wild devil he could be in private suited Zayne just fine.
Day 3: Fire
“What is it with you constantly trying to set things alight,” James asked, swiping the lighter out of Zayne’s hands.
“Aren’t you supposed to burn leaves,” Zayne asked, sincerely.
“Not while they’re still on the tree, cowboy.”
(Not that Zayne would, but yanno, I thought it was funny.)
Day 4: Wrong Turn
There’d been many things in his life that had seemed like wrong turns at the time. Leaving home, leaving his homeland, even leaving the house some days. But this, as crazy as it might be, was the one wrong move that turned out right.
Day 5: Black Cat
Sierra knew that the kitten wouldn’t last long once Dakotah discovered him. Her vamp of a husband was too tempted by small, furry creatures to allow one in their home. She did wonder if she could convince him that this little ball of dark fur was of the night, too, and therefore not to be snacked upon?
Day 6: Hope
“It all seems pointless,” Zayne said, knowing that catching this homicidal maniac was going to be their toughest case yet. “That said, I do have the smartest detective in the state by my side, so that punk better look out, right?
Andrej shrugged, not wanting to diffuse his partner’s rare enthusiasm for work when there was still so much to be done.
Day 7: Fever
It started as a tickle in his belly, one that grew into a gnawing at his conscience, overtaking all his thoughts. That flicker of interest burst into a full-on fever of desire when he saw his friend standing at the chapel’s entrance, his dark, formal suit elegant in the setting sun’s light. The only thing capable of dousing that flame was the reminder that he wasn’t the one marrying that amazing, seductive man; not today nor ever.
Day 1: Making Money
She watched him pass for what felt like the fiftieth time that morning, dragging his ladder behind him. His dark, curly hair was wild from the frustrated way he'd run his fingers through it while trying to solve the problem. Seemed like being an electrician was a tough way to bring home the bucks.
Day 2: Red Light
Zayne knew that his boyfriend was quiet, cautious, and reserved. But he was also aware that when no one else was looking, in the quiet of their home, that he could be quite surprising in his abandon. The absolute disparity between his boyfriend’s professional self and the wild devil he could be in private suited Zayne just fine.
Day 3: Fire
“What is it with you constantly trying to set things alight,” James asked, swiping the lighter out of Zayne’s hands.
“Aren’t you supposed to burn leaves,” Zayne asked, sincerely.
“Not while they’re still on the tree, cowboy.”
(Not that Zayne would, but yanno, I thought it was funny.)
Day 4: Wrong Turn
There’d been many things in his life that had seemed like wrong turns at the time. Leaving home, leaving his homeland, even leaving the house some days. But this, as crazy as it might be, was the one wrong move that turned out right.
Day 5: Black Cat
Sierra knew that the kitten wouldn’t last long once Dakotah discovered him. Her vamp of a husband was too tempted by small, furry creatures to allow one in their home. She did wonder if she could convince him that this little ball of dark fur was of the night, too, and therefore not to be snacked upon?
Day 6: Hope
“It all seems pointless,” Zayne said, knowing that catching this homicidal maniac was going to be their toughest case yet. “That said, I do have the smartest detective in the state by my side, so that punk better look out, right?
Andrej shrugged, not wanting to diffuse his partner’s rare enthusiasm for work when there was still so much to be done.
Day 7: Fever
It started as a tickle in his belly, one that grew into a gnawing at his conscience, overtaking all his thoughts. That flicker of interest burst into a full-on fever of desire when he saw his friend standing at the chapel’s entrance, his dark, formal suit elegant in the setting sun’s light. The only thing capable of dousing that flame was the reminder that he wasn’t the one marrying that amazing, seductive man; not today nor ever.
