Hindsight is 20-20 -Writing Group Challenge-
Hindsight is 20-20 © Cederwyn Whitefurr 7th January, 2024 All Rights Reserved. This Week's Writing Challenge: "Hindsight is 20-20." Elara's entrance into the cafe was met with a cacophony of sounds and smells that threatened to overwhelm the young...
A New Era
The strobing lightning strikes and thunderous rain pouring outside did little to distract us from the motel room’s TV. The minifridge-sized modern contraption displayed a rerun of a...
One Last Fuck
“What is your last meal going to be today?” they asked. “A meat lover’s pizza with cheese curds added on top,” I replied. “Make sure the crust is burnt slightly.” Somebody jotted it down on a notepad. “And what is your final request before being...
Lost Knowledge of the Ages
Hello! To whomever is reading this, it is my privilege to congratulate you on discovering this time capsule. What you’ve uncovered is 1 of 100 titanium caches buried in various places around the globe, their contents each containing an archive of...
The Town Whore
I hissed at the expected push. Then, I released a high-pitched moan. The kind he would like. Darren's hard girth stretched me wide in uneven thrusts. I stifled a few yelps, then drowned my low groans directly into a pillow while slamming my hips back...
Vampire Otter
Moonrise Lake on the outskirts of my Midwestern town contained many secrets beneath its waves, some more unexpected than others. I was a lucky wolverine to know one of them. They included lost evidence for unsolved local crimes, a trinket or two thrown...
Quitting Your Job
Compared to my shitty apartment, the local Motel 9 was a five-star resort. I didn’t care if my travels basically brought me across town, or that I barely left the Crossroads City limits; I deserved a much-needed vacation away from everything. No, I...
Resistance is Futile
**_WARNING: the nameless protagonist, his friends, and everyone else who rules the enclaved cities are not good people. Most of them were awful people before the apocalypse, and they’re apathetic, hedonistic despots after the apocalypse. With that...
The Runaway Groom
The Tapwater Bar and Grill stood fifty miles or so south of Crossroads City, deep in the Utah wilderness. It sat on a stretch of road between a Native American reservation and an unincorporated town that barely bothered having a name, with a small...
Nights Like This
I was a flushed, sweaty mess. We were all that way, squirming on the master bed. Stars and diamonds danced across my vision each time Zachary thrusted his hips upward, one paw strongly gripping my hips to keep me straddling him, the other jerking off...
All The Best Efforts
#3 of writing group challenge lacey lives a lie - appearing to the outside world as a male, his dark secret is kept close to his chest, for lacey is really one of those rarest of people, one who truly was born in the wrong body...
Second Chances: 25 Years Later
"Happy Birthday to you," we all sang along, "Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday, dear Zachary...Happy Birthday to you!" My adopted father and mentor blew out the flames of the wax candle. My Doberman tail wagged fiercely. We all cheered, clapping...