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Flash Fiction Friday

Triad/Mystery

OCT30-20

“A cop, a mortician, and a voodoo priest enter a haunted house,” huffed Zeon, shaking his head.

“Really? That’s what you gonna go with?” asked Mario with a magnificent eye roll.

“Well, most people would fall on their asses when they learn the Korean guy is the actual voodoo priest,” added Finn with a chuckle.

Mario’s bald head gleamed with the scarce entrance light of the intentionally dilapidated-looking mansion. “Why are we here again?”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “I thought it’d be nice to have a spooky make-out session with my boys for Halloween.”

Zeon smirked. “Just make out?”

“When have we ever stopped before mouths led fingers to puckered gems?” Mario snorted as he grabbed Finn and Zeon by their waists and smashed both to his sides.

From his back pocket, Finn produced two keys and opened locks. “And there’s a tricky-treaty bowl of candy-flavored condoms and lube waiting for us inside.”

“Not even going to ask how you managed this one.” Zeon inspected the foyer full of cotton candy cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and rubber bats.

“I’m gonna tell you anyway.” Finn slapped Zeon’s ass. “We solved a case for the owner a couple of months ago, and she was kind enough to let me have the house for the night before the big day.”

“I know that smell, and I don’t think Fabuloso has a gore fragrance for the season.” Mario stretched his neck and let his nose guide him.

“Fuck. Don’t touch anything,” hissed Finn.

Both Zeon and Mario turned to look at Finn with a big DUH written on their faces.

A decapitated woman sat in the place of honor at the dining table. Her head faced the door on a white plate with yellow roses around it as if they were garnish.

“Whew. That’s not the owner,” said Finn, relieved.

“Then it’s a fucking set up,” growled Mario.

“Shit,” agreed Zeon.

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#fiction #flashfictionfriday #erotica #halloween #spookyseason #triad #trickortreat #menofgabbo #gabbodelaparra #mmromance

Flash Fiction Friday
This week: Multiple/Fantasy 

Oct23-20

 “I’ve never seen an elf handle a maul like that,” the oldest of the warriors said enthusiastically.

Ugnis caressed his spiked maul (a gift from a Dwarf lover) fondly as he nodded in acceptance.

“You swing that thing like it weighs nothing. You are obviously very strong.” Now the prettiest of the group eyed Ugnis with open interest.

Ugnis saw the appraisal in all six elves as they sat around the campfire— the night sky moonless and cloudless.

“You saved our lives,” said the only bearded elf of the group. “I think you deserve Vatrena Ponuda.”

The fire offering.

The other warriors made sounds of approval. The oldest of the warriors spoke again, “Choose one of us to do as you please with him tonight. You have our deepest thanks, and we are all keen to give you this prize.”

All six warrior elves puffed their chests, and some flexed their biceps unabashedly. The prettiest of the group waggled his eyebrows; a provocative smirk made his face even lovelier.

“This is an unexpected honor. You’re all very handsome. How can I choose one?” Ugnis tilted his head a fraction. “It wouldn’t be fair to the other five if I just engage with one.” He let his eyes linger on each of them for a heartbeat.

The warriors looked among themselves then nodded as if reaching a silent resolution. The dancing flames of the campfire gave their features a fierce visage. All stood up and faced away from Ugnis and, after lowering their pants, spread their cheeks.

Dead Troll: Zero.

Ugnis Stronghorn: Six.

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#fiction #flashfictionfriday #erotica #elves #warriors #fantasy #grouplove #menofgabbo #gabbodelaparra #mmromance 

Flash Fiction Friday!   

Quickie Writing Muscle Workout!

This week: Duo/Historical 

OCT16-20

Gaspard pushed the secret door.

Closed.

Had Basile not come to his chambers yet? Gaspard was sure he was pushing the right door in a corridor made for trysts and murder in a castle full of secrets. He moved the candelabra higher. Yes. The low relief of an octopus stared at him blankly from beside the door. 

A muffled chuckle sounded behind the fake wall.

It had been a long night dealing with the King’s Envoy and other guests, patiently waiting for the moment when they could be alone: engaging in horizontal (and why not, also vertical) activities. Gaspard took a deep breath and rapped on the door in their concerted code. 

The door swung open, the chamber dark, but as Gaspard entered— the candelabra’s light showed him the exact right thing to make his annoyance go back to the murder corridor forgotten:  Basile wearing nothing but powdered wig, long stockings, satin buckle shoes, and a massive (already dripping) erection.

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The image is a detail of Ali Franco's painting "Candles."

#flashfictionfriday #mmromance #menofgabbo #historicalromance #gay #gabbodelaparra

More writing muscle workout.
This week: Solo / Action

OCT09-20

Ducked.

Fired.

Crouched.

Moaned.

Motherfucker.

How could Dino have known the agency would call him for a mission tonight? On his day off.  Minutes after he got railed within an inch of his life. He was a guy who can take a pounding,  but that sweet burn as he crouched…

Fuck.

Too distracting.

Couldn’t keep his mind truly focus.

Even as bullets ricocheted around him.

Fired another round.

Dino would avoid doing that YA book thing where the heroine mooned over her love interest while she kicked the bejeezus out of her foes. There’d be no mooning here— just bejeezus-kicking ‘cause the love interest have been interested in just one thing.

My tight ass.

Dino snorted as he sprang, shooting, from behind the dumpster. He got one of the fuckers making his life difficult in that foggy dark alley when he should have been relishing the afterglow of those chunky twelve inches.

Dang it.

I’m doing YA thing.

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#flashfictionfriday #gay #fiction #action #secretagent #hunk #gabbodelaparra #mmromance 

Well, I've been away for a long while, but I'm back. 😁
Since I see writing as a muscle that needs a workout, I've decided to flex that baby beyond my regularly scheduled book-writing related tasks.
I wrote down six circumstances regarding pairing and genre, and every Friday I'll bring a Flash Fiction Friday edition to keep that lovely muscle going. Whether these flash stories become full-fledged stories depends on lunar positions and characters' dispositions to be my muses. So, who knows!

This week: Human/Paranormal (witch) - Sci Fi.

OCT02-20

“You sure this is the right planet? I feel no magic here.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Selmak asked.

“An astromage dragging me across planets for power. Why’d that sound trustworthy to anyone?” Forlin smirked.

A good sign— the warrior pilot wasn’t as mad as he pretended to be then. “We’re on the right planet and the right place for the rite. If anything, trust your lust, I mean, gut.”

Forlin growled. “Enough nonsense. I’m still going to have you no matter the outcome.”

“But imagine all the power we’ll share when we’re done.” Selmak moved his eyes away from Forlin as he placed the artifacts they’d collected from seven planets on the floor of the abandoned ancient temple.

“Keep thinking that’s all I really want from you,” Forlin grumbled quietly under his breath.

Selmak sighed without looking up.

I want more too, but vengeance must come first…

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#mmromance #flashfictionfriday #scifi #witch #paranormal #human #space #pilot #vengeance

Life in the time of COVID19

Pandemic Day Busihunted Mockienty-feesh: The virus is now visible in my eyes, and we're fewer each day, but Nature is thriving. The sky is clear without contamination. The birds sing. Deer and Doe cross streets and highways without care. Dolphins frolic in all Venetian Canals. WE were the virus killing our Mother all along.

#quarantine #nature #mother #Ostara #pagan #SpringEquinox #pandemic #COVID_19

The People of the Burger

In this National Cheeseburger Day let me tell you a story, child: the story of the People of the Burger. The People of the Burger love the burger but hate the cows... and the chicken, and the pig, and the turkey, and the goat... Their stand on the lamb changes from time to time, though.

The People of the Burger believe there’s only One True Burger: the one you make with the meat of cows, even though cows are evil and want to control the world. So hate the cow and love The Burger. And they would not hear otherwise because only those who have eaten The Burger understand The Burger.

Now, my child, a Recipe Book for The Burger exists, and, yet, the People of the Burger choose based on their culinary inspiration what ingredients to use. They would tell you that those are the only ingredients you really need, no matter how old-fashioned and hard to find they might seem to those awakening to flavor and cooking skills. Then there’s the CHEESE. The One True Burger only uses AMERICAN CHEESE. If you try to use any other cheese, you are not eating the One True Burger.

My child, you might think the People of the Burger only cook in their houses and enjoy the fruits of the fiercely guarded knowledge of the flavor and deliciousness of the One True Burger with their family and friends. Nothing is further from the truth. Some go from door to door giving you their own variation of the ingredients of the Recipe Book; others build huge restaurants, where they feed you (for a donation, of course, the One True Burger doesn’t cook itself, right?) their understanding of how to achieve the One True Burger. Others get upset if they see you eating something other than burgers, or burgers made of strange meats, or putting meats that are not supposed to go together no matter what you’re cooking. Sometimes they get so upset about others not eating the way they want you to eat that they get aggressive, even murderous at times.

It’s a sad state of affairs for the People of the Burger because people are starting to see other ways of eating and enjoying the flavors of life without the need for the One True Burger, and they are using everything they have in their power, and they have People of the Burger (or those who seem to follow the Recipe Book...) in high places around the world, to make others only consume the One True Burger (and the variation of the ingredients from the Recipe Book that suits them at the time obviously).

And the People of the Burger tell you that once you understand how to achieve the One True Burger, you get prizes. Yes, my child, there are prizes at the end of your burger-infused journey. But the prize (and way to collect it) also changes according to the style of achieving the One True Burger in each humongous (or modest, they also do their thing, why not?) restaurant. Some restaurants tell you you’ll get there in groups by air. Others tell you that you need to wait until the last day of your journey, and if you have achieved and consumed enough One True Burgers you get to vacation with all expenses paid in a place full of light and music, hanging out with (and of course enjoying) the One True Burger.

The story of the People of the Burger, my child, is a great but also sad story; they cannot understand that there are many ways to nourish your body. The One True Burger is only one of those, and I honestly hope for the sake of all living and eating beings that they understand and accept that MANY-FLAVORED TRUTH one day.


#nationalcheeseburgerday
#people #recipe #book #storytime #truth #manytruths #humanity
#writer #author #loveall #respect #decency #gabbodelaparra