Flash Fiction Two: Fanfiction14 March 2018
Image by Ilsa Harun
YOUR WHOLESOME STORIES AND TEENAGE EROTICA OF 100 WORDS AND UNDER
The doctor is kneeling on top of the Tardis. They raise one of their hands; floating through the rings of a gas giant—imagine Saturn but lavender—particles twist around their sixth digit. They remember a quote from a Futurama episode: “The ship stays where it is, and the engine moves the universe around it.” Then—“That’s a complete load…” The planet is big enough for the doctor to appreciate its size—and their own—without swallowing the view of other galaxies. They click their mandibles and crawl back into the control room. This phenotype is new: still gangly on surfaces. They wrr slightly, reacclimatising to the interior, put the kettle on and day-dream of free-radicals. The tea chimes and the doctor drinks with care, flexing their wings.
HARRY STYLES HAS A NEW ALBUM
HEAAP SO R
AND HIW DACEC
I LOBE HIM
I ATXJINT INEVEREUA
HE IS SOS HOR
HE IS SO HOR
ED PUB OFFICER CONOR AND MANDOLIN: A LOVE STORY
He ran his hands up her long neck while fingering her strings ever so softly… gently caressing the subtle curvature of her body. He knew the maple tones of her sleek body so very well, every groove and scratch from years of playing together… She enchanted him with her sharp, twangy tones, until he finally fell asleep, craddling her in his arms.
A VERY CRUNCHY CHRISTMAS
Pink slimey moist nipples caress my foot as my arm reaches into Santa’s sack of granola.
Christmas is cumming.
BY WALTER HOBBS
Harry blushed furiously as he licked Hedwig’s feather off Ron’s cheek. It was cold in The Owlery and from the window they could see Hagrid taking Madame Maxime from behind.
In the wintertime you need the body heat of a thousand owls, or just one sweaty red-headed Gryffindor.
Christmas is here.
BY RITA SKEETER
A SIP OF MILO
Shit. He looked so hot in real life. What a daddy. Sweating in line at a ComicCon meet and greet is not a good look. Especially when I’m meeting Milo Ventimiglia.
“Meet me in the bathroom out back in twenty,” he said in his sexy, sexy voice.
Crammed together naked in a grotty cubicle, we were living out all my fantasies. His stubble scraped my skin as we kissed. Milo looked me straight in the eye as I unzipped his jeans.
He was behind me now, and I groaned as I felt him sliding into me.
BY BRENT HO
EMILIA FART IS AN ICON
I walked into the building. The shops were busy but strangely no-one was in the hallways. “Why won’t people leave the shops?” I thought, “This is strange.”
I continued walking among the fake plants under the shopping centre lights until—wAIT! I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. It couldn’t be, it wouldn’t be, surely it isn’t… Is that Emilia Fart? Wow isn’t she from Montréal? What’s she doing in Eastland??
Would I? Could I? I couldn’t possibly call out to her, I’ll just hide behind this plant. Wow she is incredible.
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