Short Story Blog
#60 – Pleasure
Hannah’s breath caught in her chest, stilled for a moment as she trembled in the darkness.
Once again her lips were parted by cool flesh, a berry gliding between and tracing against her teeth. She opened her mouth: a begging acceptance. The cold of the fruit mixed with sudden hot breath against her neck. Her eyelids fluttered.
There was a gentle smack against her naked thigh.
“No, Hannah. Eyes closed.” His voice was a low purr.
A shiver ran through her flesh, her mind swimming, her senses swamped by sensation.
“Now, Hannah,…”
The fruit was pulled away.
“Open you legs.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Roksolana Zasiadko via Unsplash.
Okay, this one probably counts as NSFW!
The first erotic short story on the One Word One Story blog. I had actually written one for “Breath” but it was a bit,… much. Enjoy!
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#59 – Cheek
All around the room flames roared and span through the air: blue and red funnels shooting from the base of each hob, the blazing inferno bringing sweat to the skin of the paramedics kneeling at the floor.
The apprentice looked down at the prone form of Chef Tyler, his harsh, furious gaze now dull and powerless. Spittle still leaked from the corner of his mouth.
“What did you say to him?” one of the Sous Chefs nudged the apprentice, his mouth agape.
“Nothing,…”
The apprentice shrugged. Chef Tyler twitched.
“Just that his soup could do with a little salt,…”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Michael Browning via Unsplash.
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#58 – God
The frog looked through the glass, its spongy foot pressing up to the invisible barrier as a pair of eyes gazed in at it. Settled in its jar, it marvelled at the bright lights and crashing sounds around it.
The small animal will remember that day always: the day that the hand reached down from above. The feeling of flying through the air. The new smells and sights. It was all so wonderful.
Again the eyes gazed in, the lid of the jar unscrewing, a scalpel held high.
Perhaps now the frog would know the mind of the creator.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Henry Fornier via Unsplash
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#57 – Recovery
Amber lights flicked, cutting through the darkness and splashing against the grass of the verge. The tow-truck driver sucked his lip, his hands balled at his waist.
The car was there. It was running. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it except the absence of a driver.
“Hello!?”
The driver called into the treeline, his voice struggling over the thundering roar of traffic.
“You called for a tow?”
There was a rustle in the grass. The driver looked down.
Laying at his feet was a smartphone. A video was playing on the screen.
“Oh god,…. they’ve come for me again,…..”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Sergey Zolkin via Unsplash.
Today’s One Word title was suggested and donated by composer and violinist Adisha Kariyawasam – his second suggestion for the OWOS project (yes, you can suggest more than one word!)
You can read “Violin”, the first story that he suggested, by clicking here.
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#54 – Conceived
The blueprint dimpled as Joseph poked his finger against the paper. That was the point of entry. That was the place the explosives needed to be set.
The four men looked at each other and nodded in silence before quietly unlatching the van door and filing out into the harsh, cold night.
Beside them, the jewellery repository rose through the street light, its towering brick walls disappearing into the gloom above. Three of the men were already creeping across to the alleyway behind. The fourth kept lookout.
He saw a cop watching from the shadows.
He smiled. He turned away. He waited.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Matthew Skinner via Unsplash.
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#53 – Faith
Jeanie held her arms out to each side. The balls of her feet balanced against the edge of the stage: her heels hung in the air.
“That’s it, Jeanie: now fall back and the other girls will catch you,” the teacher cooed.
“Well of course they will,” Jeanie thought.
She knew them. Jeanie knew they’d do exactly as they were told. Jeanie had dunked the geeky one’s head in the toilet just last week. The spotty one still had a bust lip.
She closed her eyes and fell backwards.
There was a giggle.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo Image by Charlie Foster via Unsplash.
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#51 – Home
“Honey!”
The keys clattered against the sideboard, the door kicked shut with a laugh.
“You wouldn’t believe what Jack has been saying at work,…”
Jason threw his coat onto a chair and strode through the hallway, his hand pushing the living room door wide.
“Maria? Jack said,…”
His hand froze against the light switch as the smell of gas filled his nose. His heart plummeted.
“What have you done,….?”
Maria looked so peaceful. There was a smile on her lips that Jason hadn’t seen in many years. He would have given anything to see that smile again.
But not this,…
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Christopher Harris via Unsplash.
This story is a continuation of story 25 – “Onesie”. You can read it by clicking here. This isn’t the end of this story: follow the blog and like the OWOS Facebook page for more chapters in this story.
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#49 – Indifferent
It was a shrug that ground the teeth of every person in the boardroom.
6 Months of work had gone into this one, single project. 6 Months of design, testing, focus groups, contracts and branding so that there was something to impress the new Chairman.
The shrug came again. The Chairman’s gaze was still fixed on his phone: his trainers scuffed the top of the boardroom table.
“It’s okay, I suppose.”
Ten jaws dropped. The teenager looked confused as he glanced up from the game.
“Isn’t it?”
Silence.
The face of the boy’s late Father grinned from the painting above him.
One last joke.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo Image by Samuel Zeller via Unsplash.
Nearly 50 short stories into my 365 day storytelling marathon! I can’t do this without your word suggestions so keep them coming in! If you’d like me to write you a story based on a word of your choice, pop your word in the comments section below or tweet it to me @timaustin2k using the hastag #onewordonestory.
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Next story: “Join”
#48 – Jobseeker
A pencil skimmed against paper, cutting a jagged grove as the point marked a square around the advertisement.
“Pool Cleaner”
Days spent slowly skimming debris from the two-dozen pools of the water park? All those toned girls in their sodden bikinis, swarming around the water in the sun? As jobs went, it was a good one. There was only one problem.
“It’s off season in February.”
He went to cross a line through the ad but a crash from the living room stopped his cigarette-burnt hand. Trembling, he reached for the phone.
“Dad needs the money.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash
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#45 – Apology
“I see, Mr. Jones, that is,…”
“And what are you going to do about it!? Nothing, that’s what!! All you ever do is pass the buck!”
Alice’s eyes narrowed, her computer screen swimming in and out of focus. The rattling air conditioning ground her threadbare nerves. The man on the phone just wouldn’t stop.
“Mr. Jones, do you know what Cymothoa Exigua is?”
“,… What?”
“Cymothoa Exigua, Mr. Jones. A parasite that eats away at the tongue of it’s victim and attaches to the dead stump.”
“,… Why,….?”
“I’m wondering if you poor wife would like me to buy you one as a pet.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Photo by Hack Capital on Unsplash
An odd one today. The ending went a few places – one of them tremendously dark. I decided against it. If in doubt, aim for comedy.
Today’s word was suggested by Steve Thomas of One Fine Day Artworks – purveyors of absolutely beautiful framed art. Take a look at their range at www.onefineday.co.uk
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Tomorrow’s story? Conundrum!
One Word, One Story 