December 20, 2009
Sunday Flash Blog Tour – The Author’s Sketch Book
Yep. This is the place. The place where the Sunday Flash Blog tour starts. The first stop on a rather salacious journey into the creative minds of ten authors. Flash takes place here at Silver Expressions blog every Sunday. Flash is many things. Well, besides what can be done with a trench coat. In some circles flash is considered a legitimate writing exercise to practice economy of word in writing. Normally limits are set, an assignment given, and the writer has to write the scene inside a pre-determined word limit given. Flash can also be just a creative exercise for testing ideas. Think of an artist’s sketch book. There have been and still are a few artists in my family and they’ve all had sketch books. When you leaf through them you find small sketches, sometimes several to a page, that depict things they’ve been practicing. Feet, hands, eyes, mouths. A tree. A bird. A dog. A nude. Honing their craft. Flash can be the writers sketch pad.
This Sunday ten of us have decided to get out our sketch pads and let you watch us work. That’s right. Ten of us. The first sketch pad is right here at SEx. At the end of this post you’ll find a link to the next author’s sketch pad. In the comment section you’ll find small sketches from all of us. That’s right. Ten authors, ten blogs, and one hundred sketches. All for you. No particular theme today. You might find feet, hands, and lips. Maybe even a bird or a dog or two. I’m sure there will be a few nudes. I can’t really say. But what I can guarantee is that you’ll find some stunning sketches by some great writers that want only one thing. To share with you.
Here’s how it works. Each author will start their sketch here at SEx in the comments section. Each author has titled their sketch to make it easy to follow. Once you read the start of their sketch here at SEx you can head on over to Emily Ryan-Davis’s blog to pick up installment two of each author’s story. From Emily’s blog you’ll be sent to the next stop on our author’s blog tour. And so the tour goes. Be sure and leave comments at each blog. We’ll be hanging around and at the end of the tour you’ll find some of us waiting for you with wine and cheese in the Sunday Flash Blog Tour chat room.
Here’s a list of the authors you’ll find on our tour today.
Roscoe James
Emily Ryan-Davis
Juniper Bell
Jeanne Barrack
Dee Carney
Vivian Arend
PG Forte
Jolie Cain
Christa Paige
Alanna Coca
Thanks from all of us at Liquid Silver Books for dropping by today and don’t be a stranger. We’ve got some great reads for Christmas and all the months that follow. Drop in at www.liquidsilverbooks.com and check out our latest releases. Oh. And don’t forget to drop in at the chat room at the end of the tour.
Our authors cover a lot of time zones. In an effort to accomodate we’ve set an official time frame – 10 am Eastern to 3 pm Eastern. You can comment and flash any time you want. See you in chat.
Filed under: Contests, Flash Fiction, Writing
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December 20th, 2009 at 1:15 am
Well, looks like I’m heading the pack on the Flash Blog Tour.
Today I’m introducing a special character inspired by some furry friends who invaded our hearts and home back in 2007.
MATING RITUAL #1 ~ Jeanne Barrack
Khatkool barOnsinta, sexy, cat shifter and ally of the Terrans, smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Aviva, the Spirit Terran and his former ward, had been the one to call him sexy when he was still in his feline form. Naturally, he agreed with her. She had kissed him on both cheeks when she had awakened in bed with him in his naked, human shape, clothed him with jeans, shirt and boots left behind by one of her former lovers, and wished him well. Although he regretted leaving her, he had reached the final stage of his maturity and shifted once more to human and it was time to go. He must mate within one month or at the end, return to his furred form forever.
He had met the male he believed was his chosen one and now would begin the Mating Ritual.
Hope you’ll leave a comment and then go onto Emily Ryan-Davis’s blog for part two of THE MATING RITUAL
Have fun!
December 20th, 2009 at 8:56 am
And let the flash begin! Nice one Jeanne. Still a little early for me but I’ll catch up a little later on.
RJ
December 20th, 2009 at 10:01 am
Early Christmas Present #1-Jolie Cain
Bah Humbug! Luke was so sick of all the fa-la-la crap. And it started earlier and earlier every year. Thanksgiving was barely over when Christmas decorations started going up. Hell, they’d went up before Halloween. Glancing askance at the gawdy decorations on the apartment across the hall from his, he fumbled for the key and finally got the damn thing in. He shoved open the door of his apartment and deposited his luggage next to the closet. Looking around the room, he realized that he hadn’t done any decorating at all. Not a single piece of greenery or tinsel anywhere. Who had time? He’d been on the road, traveling for business, for the past three weeks straight. He was tired, his head ached, and all he wanted was some peace and quiet.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:01 am
Great flash Jeanne.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:02 am
We’ve been blizzardy with sketchy power in my part of the US, but I’ve made it!
Christmas at the Manporium (Me & Elise Logan) – 1
Long lines of Christmas brides stretched through all four doors of the Veda City Manporium. Young women, their mothers and their best friends huddled in their lacy finery and blew on their recently-manicured hands, impatiently waiting their turn at the order kiosks. Noelle’s stomach knotted as her line shuffled and she inched closer to her last shot at a husband. Her previous two attempts…she huffed a disgusted breath, half irritation with herself, half with the reckless men who’d both gotten themselves killed.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:07 am
Morning all. I’m giggling at Jolie’s ‘Fa-la-la-lala crap’, Too funny!
Will flash in a minute.
Viv
December 20th, 2009 at 10:08 am
First a Christmas carol from the Sunday Flash Blog Tour Choir
God Rest ye Hairy Gentlemen – key of C
God rest ye hairy gentlemen,
Let nothing be depraved.
Remember there will be hot rum
At Juni’s place today.
… stop giggling Jolie. Someone nudge Juniper and wake her up.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:11 am
Hi everyone! What fun beginnings. (A manporium? Love it!) When it’s ten degrees and snowing where I live, I get all escapist. So here goes:
“The Invitation” – #1
One foot was naked, along with most of the rest of her. The girl’s other foot, encased in a diamond-studded shoe, had alighted on his chest just a moment ago. Kent didn’t know this young nymph, but he knew that shoe. The other one sat in his duffel bag, next to him on the fine white sand of the Cote d’Azur. He gazed up the length of her bare legs, past the intimate flash of shaved flesh, to her exquisite, empty face.
“Where did you get that shoe?”
“M’sieur.” The girl pouted, tossing her caramel curls against skin the color of crème brulée. “You notice my shoe, but not me?”
December 20th, 2009 at 10:15 am
Oh, and thanks for the wake-up call! Can the choir stop singing and get me some caffeine now?
December 20th, 2009 at 10:20 am
Morning Juniper. Wow, I think the east coast invented mornings just to torment us west coasters.
Especially on days like today!
December 20th, 2009 at 10:27 am
Good morning everyone! I can’t wait to get reading everyone’s flashes! So that I can, here’s mine to move us along (yes, it’s a little long; bear with me):
Stranded (or something) – #1
Naomi often read that heroines in romances could be stunned into silence. She, in fact, had never been stunned into silence and couldn’t fathom how anyone could be. The idea was absurd; one probable only in fiction. That’s what she thought all this time–-that is until today when she’d seen him for the first time.
Gray Garrison had not only stunned her into silence, he’d stunned her into immobility too.
As she waited for the clerk to find her reservation, she drummed her fingers against the wood. The moment after she started, she stopped, exhaled and loosened her clenched teeth. Vacation. She was on vacation. After two years of eighty hour work-weeks, she’d earned this.
At the height of winter traveling season, a lost reservation was no small joke. Her assistant booked the small puddle-jumper so that Naomi wouldn’t be forced to take one of the already overbooked commercial airlines.
Patience waning, she pulled out a printed confirmation and slapped it on the counter in front of the exotic employee. The woman read the words and smiled up at Naomi. When her gaze darted past and fixated on something behind her, Naomi turned to look.
And that’s when she saw him for the very first time.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Whew! 9 serials posted and I think it’s time for a drink! Maybe a little whiskey and eggnog in the coffee while I read…
December 20th, 2009 at 10:31 am
[...] So you should have just come from Jeanne Barrack’s site. Now, for the rest of the stories, you’ll want to head on over to Vivian Arend’s site . If for some reason, you need to start at the beginning, head back to the SEx blog. [...]
December 20th, 2009 at 10:34 am
Cabin Fever by Alanna Coca Chapter one
She never should have left her car. The first rule of survival in a winter blizzard was stay with your vehicle. But after half a day, without a single motorist on the two lane highway, Madison had to take her chances in the knee-deep snow. Her pant legs were soaked, and the numbness in her toes had crept up past her ankles. She had no idea how long she’d been walking, but it felt like hours. The sun had gone down, dropping the temperature at least twenty degrees, and the dim light ahead might very well be a hallucination, but she wasn’t about to give up. As easy as it would be to sit down, she knew she’d never get back on her feet. She had to keep going, and hope that the light was shelter. Her feet weighed a ton, and she could no longer lift them from the snow, which not only slowed her down, but zapped her strength.
The single light seemed to dance on the black backdrop of the wilderness. Maddie blinked a few times, but her vision narrowed and her knees collapsed. She would die right here. She looked toward the light one last time, and came face to crotch with a pair of denim jeans. Just before blackness claimed her, she heard a man speak.
“You okay?”
December 20th, 2009 at 10:34 am
Starting up!
Six Pack Ranch, Book 2
Flash#1
He stared at her for a full minute and heat crept up her neck. It was one thing to act the hussy, and another to pull it off. Fine. The whole plan had been rotten from the word go. She dropped her eyes and retreated. She would have withdrawn her hand but he grasped her wrist, locking it in place with a steely grip. She bit her lip to hide the gasp of fear that wanted to escape, but his clasp, while it held her immobile, was gentle on her skin.
With a slow but deliberate motion he tugged her hand over his lap. He opened her fingers, curling them around his length. His erection bulged, a solid ridge beneath the fabric. She felt him grow firmer beneath the zipper.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:37 am
We’ve got some great sketches going… and a naked foot. Oh yeah. I’m liking. And huddling in lacey finery. Diggin that. You get her Gray. Stun her again. Don’t you just love that drop jaw WTF look? Bah Humbug indead. So did she just start on the cheeks, Jeanne?
December 20th, 2009 at 10:38 am
Shoes? I get to start the day reading about shoes? *sigh* Thank you. That makes up for having to be up before the sun. Vivian, I couldn’t agree more! Evil, evil Eastcoasters. And, Dee, love the title.
My laptop has decided to sleep in, for some reason, and won’t connect so I’ve had to hijack my husband’s computer…well, that’s what he gets for being in Hawaii. Long story.
Rapture – #1
Martin woke up from a dream he could barely remember with the sound of the surf still ebbing from his empty room. His skin was slick with sweat, his breathing labored and far too fast. His body burned with half remembered pleasure. It seemed it had been less a dream than a memory but even as he grasped for it, it slipped away like a wave that had washed over him for an instant and then retreated, sliding irresistibly away down a long, white stretch of sand; leaving behind a lingering sadness, a longing for something he could not name.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:38 am
Will he save her or does he have something else in mind, Alanna?
December 20th, 2009 at 10:45 am
Touching Eve
“Maybe we can go someplace a little quieter.”
Eve accepted his proffered glass of wine and perused the man’s chest. Definitely a player. What she really wanted to know was how obedient he could be.
“Yes. I guess we could. If I allowed it.” His eyes narrowed. She definitely saw a salacious smolder in his gaze. When the corner of his mouth curled up she went on. “You see. I don’t do things Willy Nilly. Everything has a purpose. And I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. Do you have the wrong idea?”
Her heart pounded when his eyes dropped to his glass of wine and he responded, “No, Mistress.”
December 20th, 2009 at 10:51 am
Ohhh, Roscoe’s getting Naughty. I’m definitely telling Santa!
Very nice RJ.
December 20th, 2009 at 10:58 am
Great flashes everyone! What a fun way to start off my Sunday. Sorry I was late, had a Christmas party last night, and well…there was free wine.
Let me get some alka-selzer and I’ll be back :S
December 20th, 2009 at 11:17 am
THE MATING RITUAL #10 ~ JEANNE BARRACK
“Turn over and kneel.”
“Where’s the lube?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be ready and begging for it by the time I sink my cock in your ass.”
Mark rolled over and got into position. He gripped the bench that ran along the inside of the gazebo.
Khat’s breath hitched as Mark flexed his muscular flanks. He sucked on his fingers, the unique moisture in his mouth coating his fingers. He massaged Mark’s tight passage expertly as Mark moaned with pleasure. Soon he’d be ready to recieve Khat’s rigid penis. Khat’s barb would sink just deep enough into his flesh that he wouldn’t be able to dislodge him until Khat was satisfied. If he were truly Khat’s Barb, he would be able to endure and enjoy the mating.
If not…
Khat would have only one brief moment to withdraw without tearing Mark’s body.
Khat reared back and slowly delved between Mark’s cheeks.
December 20th, 2009 at 11:21 am
Hey, guys
I had a problem with Alanna’s blog, cause I’m JAVA challenged.
ALANNA, could you post an addendum in your promo to go to the SEX BLOG for Jeanne Barrack’s #10, please?
Thanks
December 20th, 2009 at 11:22 am
Totally OT, we got almost TWO FEET of SNOW here and we’re trying to get someone to GET US OUT!!
Please send all hot guys and gals over to Fairfield, PA
WE NEED SOME HEAT TO MELT THE SNOW!!!
Jeanne
(Calling for help)
December 20th, 2009 at 11:32 am
Got it Jeanne!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:48 am
A blessing on your head
Guess it works to begin and end at SEx…the blog that is
December 20th, 2009 at 11:52 am
See, if they could channel all this heat to use as safe and cheap snow removal all of the eastern seaboard would be cleared of snow!
HAWT Flashes…that’s flashes fiction not the other kind we ladies of a certain age get
Off to offer a neighbor my body if he’ll plow the …driveway
dirty minds!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:59 am
Wait… why would he be plowing the driveway? Just askin. lol
December 20th, 2009 at 12:00 pm
Reunion
Dripping wet and stark naked, Kaitlin stepped out of the shower. Steam filled the bathroom with a heavy mist, obscuring her reflection in the mirror. Good, because she really didn’t want to see any of her flaws. She had plenty of time over the last six months to catalogue each new pound she’d gained. However, it hadn’t stopped her from indulging her sweet tooth with a bowl of Pecans-n-Pralines ice cream. Every evening, that is. Well, she had to cope some way. Being alone night after night, warranted an indulgence.
Then don’t bitch when you can’t zip up that dress he asked you to wear, Kaitlin’s inner critic chided.
Grimacing at that dreadful possibility, Kaitlin reached for her towel and hastily dried off. A quick glance at the clock radio on the vanity made her heart rate kick up a notch.
Two hours left, until he finally came home.
*
December 20th, 2009 at 12:15 pm
Oh, damn. I do love dripping wet and naked in a woman. Such great qualities.
Lol
December 20th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
Wish I could stick around all day today, but my daughter’s seventh birthday party is in a few hours, and I need to go buy the ice cream etc. Great flashes everyone, I’ll check back in when I get done.
December 20th, 2009 at 12:58 pm
I now believe in the goodness of man. For the first time in ten years a neighbor actually snowblowed (blew?) our driveway!
And actually without my begging.
A blessing on their heads!
December 20th, 2009 at 1:18 pm
And a blessing on yours for your flash. Great story, Jeanne.
December 20th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Hey RJ where on the Forum is the link to our blog tour?
I wanted to post it also to the LSB readers loop.
December 20th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Thanks, RJ
We’re missing a comment from someone on my blog, I think..
gotta go check
December 20th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
Yeah. I’ve been counting flash. A few more to come in yet.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
Hey, came in from tree decorating to read the flashes. Great stuff everyone. I’m going to do the tour now.
gem
December 20th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Checking in… we’ve started a race… Strangers at a party. Flash race for off the cuff live flash to Alanna’s place
PG Forte, Juniper Bell, and myself
May the best flasher win
December 20th, 2009 at 2:33 pm
Hey y’all. There’s a contest going on. Roscoe, PG and Gem are racing to see who can finish a flash first. I came up with the topic–”strangers at a party”. Meet us over at Alanna’s blog (follow the blog stops here) to see who finishes first.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Oops. Typo up there. Not Gem, Juniper. Sorry about that ladies.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Nice way to brighten a dreary, very rainy day.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
Flash Race – #1
It was just the way she’d always imagined this moment. Glances catching across a crowded room. Lingering, impossible to pull away. A dark stare that intensified the longer it lasted. Unspoken words winging their way across the party. “You. Is it you? After all these years? Could it be?” And from him: “You. The one I’ve pictured in my deepest dreams, the one who’s woken me in a soaking sweat of fever dream lust.”
It couldn’t be real. She dragged her eyes away, as a test, and sure enough, when she looked back, he was gone.
Then a voice spoke in her ear.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
Flash Race #1 PG Forte
“Hello.” The stranger’s soft, sexy voice set Monica’s skin ablaze. “Nice party, isn’t it?”
She turned, forcing herself to face him. Forcing herself to smile as she gave voice to the lie. “Of course. Very nice.” Or it would be, she supposed, if partying was what she was here for.
He was a handsome man. Tall, broad through the shoulders. Just the way she liked them. She felt her smile slip just a little as she continued the charade. “Do you come here often?”
December 20th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
Drinks at Darcie’s Place
“My name’s Rob.”
“Hey, Rob. Nice party.” And nice body. Do you work out daily or just all day long? Lilly tried to keep her eyes off Rob’s chest which wasn’t that hard when she found his dimpled chin.
“You a friend of Darcie?”
“Naw, I came with Debbie.” Rob nodded like that explained it all and Lilly jerked her gaze away from the guy’s crotch. “So what do you do, Rob?”
“Oh, a little of this and a lot of that.”
Not much for small talk. She gave it one more try. “Okay, cowboy. Give me a for instance.”
“Well, during the day I’m a cable installer for the phone company.”
“Cable installer?” She hid her smirk behind her drink and tried to banish the cartoon in her head of Robbie installing his cable at her place.
December 20th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
OOh, glad you guys are posting here, too cause I can’t see the comments on Alanna’s blog!
And I love the euphemisms going on at Lilly’s place
December 20th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Before I go I just want to say thanks to everyone that stopped by and commented on ALL the blogs. The flashing was great and you’ll have to follow the blogs if you want to know who won the race.
Thanks again.
Great flashing!
December 20th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Jeanne, why is it you can’t see comments on my blog? I’d like to find out if it’s something I can fix
December 20th, 2009 at 5:07 pm
It’s cause I don’t have JAVA enabled yet. When we got this reworked PC we didn’t have JAVA enabled. It’s so slow for downloads and so quirky, I’m really hinky about putting it in until after the holidays when someone can fix it if we need to!
December 20th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Hey everyone, that was such a fun flash tour.
I had to post in between birthday events as it is my hubby’s birthday and he deserved his breakfast in bed and so forth. But I managed to juggled everything for the most part. (Even thought I was late on some of the flashing. Sorry.)
I would love to see another tour like this again.
Christa
December 20th, 2009 at 6:22 pm
Whoa, a lot of creativity a flowing here today. And, uh, ditto, on the fa-la-la-la crap. LOL
Rae