Welcome to the monthly round up of all my #ThursThreads tales. We’re in February, which means it’s my 10th Authorversary and the Muirlettes’ birthdays! So much going on and so much to do. Definitely keep an eye out for my newsletter and promotional posts on social media so you don’t miss any of the festivities.
As usual, most of these bits are of upcoming tales, written to prompts from the #ThursThreads #flashfiction challenge I host each Thursday. We’re starting with Week 495 through Week 498 and I’ve collected them in one place.
January had four Thursdays and we wrote for every one of them. Here are the four tales along with their dates and prompts. Happy reading!
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Week 495, January 6, 2021
Prompt: “I should’ve known.”
NOTE: NSFW tale
Hermione’s face heated and she grinned as she finished drying her hair with the towel and hung it over the chair in her room. But the sight of Chester on his back with his hand wrapped around his cock as he masturbated was one she wouldn’t soon forget. Glory, he was sexy and far better built than she’d first surmised.
When she’d initially heard him moan, she’d cracked the door to his room open to see if he was okay.
And holy shit, he was more than just okay.
He was gorgeous with hair the same color as on his head running across his pecs and arrowing down to his groin. His chest and belly had sculpted muscle, more so than she expected in a scientist, and his biceps and forearm bunched as he stroked his hard shaft. She stood there a few heartbeats too long before she remembered to retreat and shut the door.
I should’ve known not to open the door.
She grabbed her brush and swiped at her hair to comb out the tangles on the long side, thinking about the flush on his skin and the moans he emitted. Her heart raced and her nipples pebbled against her shirt in arousal. She put down the brush and sat in her chair, trying to ignore her aching core.
Damn, he’d been so beautiful. She had no idea what he’d been thinking of, but whatever it was, it had turned her on just to watch for a moment.
250 #Sirens words
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Week 496, January 13, 2021
Prompt: “They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”
“Whoa.”
Ambrose stiffened. Why was Roxanne telling him to stop?
He shifted enough to look over his shoulder and found Roxanne standing near the fireplace beside a rustic table set with foods of various kinds—cut meats and cheese, vegetables and fruit, even two different kinds of bread—and a steaming pot of tea. The teapot and matching mugs had elegant iris flowers painted on their sides.
“Where did that come from?” He turned around and approached the table slowly.
“I dunno. I didn’t see it when we came in.” She shook her head. “But it’s exactly what you said you wished for. Do you think it’s safe?”
Ambrose frowned and shot a look around. “I don’t know. We don’t know this place or if there’s magic here – magic that could bind us to this place in ways we don’t understand.”
“Yeah, but if it’s like an Airbnb, it’s a place to stay before we head back to your herd.” She reached out and picked up an apple from the table. “Here. Try it. What’s the best that can happen?”
He snorted but took the apple and sniffed it. It smelled like any other apple, so he took a bite.
Flavor burst over his tongue as he bit into the crisp flesh and he moaned in surprised delight.
“They’re pretty good, aren’t they?” Roxanne nodded as she chewed on her own fruit. “I think this is the best apple I’ve ever eaten. And I’m not really an apple fan.”
249 #Sirens words
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Week 497, January 20, 2021
Prompt: “She said nothing.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I just need some water, then I’ll get started on the KP.” Although Roxanne might have to drink the entire contents of her bottle and his water skin to drown out the weird thoughts.
“KP?”
“Kitchen Patrol – kitchen clean-up.” She set the bottle aside and headed for the water pump.
But Ambrose shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of that while you go deposit our offering to the Goddess.”
“What?”
“Our offering.” He slid three cakes onto a stone plate. “This is a temple to the Goddess and even if no one else is here, She is, and it’s good manners to bring Her an offering in gratitude for the food and shelter.”
“Seriously?”
Roxanne had never been very religious or spiritual. She believed in Murphy of Murphy’s Law, and she definitely didn’t walk under ladders because that was common sense. But a Goddess with real-world power?
“Yes, seriously. How can you doubt the magic of the Goddess when you’re here, in my world, where humans are a myth?”
Well, when he puts it like that…
“Yeah, okay, good point. What do I have to do?” She collected the plate and waited at the entrance to the kitchen.
“Nothing beyond picking one of the effigies that appeals to you and offering the cakes at its feet. You’re welcome to say a prayer, but definitely convey our thanks and gratitude.” He waved her out.
She said nothing to that, wondering which statue to choose.
250 #Sirens words
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Week 498, January 27, 2021
Prompt: “He spoke the truth.”
Someone would have to keep watch while the other slept. Ambrose resigned himself to staying awake longer as he searched the kitchen for the best place to bed down. The doorway was small enough to hold if they were attacked and it was warm near the hearth.
“I think we should rest in here tonight. I’ll take the first watch.” Roxanne paused beside the hearth. “I bet we could move some of these sacks and use them for pillows. What do you think?”
“I concur with the location and sacks, but I’ll take the first watch.” He ambled over to her side and helped move the canvas bags into a decent resting space.
“You did all the running. I’m tired but not exhausted. Get some rest. I’ll wake you in a few hours.” She gestured at the sacks. “Arrange them to support your back or torso however you like.”
“I’m the one who’s bigger and faster. I should take the first watch.” He spoke the truth, though the sacks looked so inviting in terms of his fatigue.
“Not in this environment. I fit better here. Just lay down and rest. You look like you’re ready to drop.” She waved at him to settle and set her hands on her hips when he resisted. “Don’t worry, I promise not to do anything weird while you sleep like paint your nails or braid your hair or kiss you goodnight. You’re safe. This isn’t a slumber party after all.”
246 #Sirens words