I'm a writer. I write m/m erotica. Kind of dark stuff, even though in real life I like rainbows and puppies and kittens. Not all at once though. That would be overwhelming.
Well, actually it's on Facebook.
JA Rock and I have stated a flash fiction group for anyone who is interested. We'll be posting a shared prompt at least every month, and hopefully get some fun and crazy-different responses. If you're into writing flash fiction, or just want a smile, come along and join in. You can find it here: Flash Fiction Addiction.
Here's our first every picture prompt, and my story underneath. Enjoy!
“Are you sure?” Peter growled, his canary yellow pants a million times sunnier than his current disposition.
“Dude, at least you got the hat.” Max said. “What the hell is up with this shirt? Do I tuck it in or not?”
“You’re just jealous because you couldn’t grow a moustache,” Alan said.
Max snorted. “Your moustaches are ridiculous.”
“Epic,” Alan muttered, smoothing out a crease on his high-fastening blue pants. “They’re epic.”
“All right,” the general said. “Settle down, please. Let’s not forget you’re scientists and you have a serious mission out there. I don’t need to remind you that time travel is inherently dangerous, and that’s without the risk of discovery. Good luck, and stay safe.”
Peter held up his hand. “Wait. I just want to double check.These clothes, really?”
The general glanced at the technician. She nodded rapidly. “We take our research very seriously!”
“Fine.” Peter sighed, and led the others into the module.
“Well,” said the general. “Back they go, all the way to 1973.” He blinked at the display. “What does B.C. mean?”
The technician shrugged. “No idea, sir.”
She turned the dial, and the module disappeared in a flash of light and smoke.