Short Fiction Contests Novels & Stories

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

she said, her voice dangerously quiet. He blinked. “What?” “A duel. Of skill. Right here, right now. No weapons. No shifting. Pure healing craft. We each present an ailment the other must fix. First to fail, or yield, loses.” A slow, predatory light ignited in Ronan’s golden eyes. The idea appealed to his competitive core. “And what are the terms? What does the winner get?” Zara didn’t hesitate. She pointed a finger at his chest. “The loser submits. They become the winner’s… student. For one private lesson. They will listen, and they will obey, without question. They will accept the discipline for their professional failures.”

I questioned as the car hit the road again and she shrugged like it was no big deal. “My brother needs money for his cancer treatment. I admit, you do pay me well, but it wasn't enough for him. So I had to do this. I get paid after every night so it sustains my family for a while.” She explained and I nodded in understanding, my chest tightening at how sad she looked. “What's your average pay per night?” “I get fifty percent of whoever bids the highest. The rest goes to the club.” She muttered and I was stunned for a moment. That was plain cheating. Just fifty percent?

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

Shaun kicks Lester in the side. "Okay, but I want answers as soon as we find clothes." Jon and Shaun look around and finally find some in a storage room. I'm assuming they dressed people up before the bidding because the clothes are a pair of extremely short jean shorts and a tight crop top. I'll be lucky if my breasts don't pop out of that thing. Shaun has Skye go into the storage area and shut the door. Skye was right; I felt no pain when shifting back to human. I quickly get dressed and walk out. Jon looks at me with wide eyes.

I fear I might end up strangling her if she suggests something else. I need something to get rid of my pent up frustration though, but no one has caught my eyes yet. I have been keeping my eyes out since we entered the hotel club. The hotel club isn't as rowdy as the normal clubs used to be. It is more quiet, and shouldn't even be called a club at this point. Maybe a bar where people come to talk to their business partners and pick up their one night stands. Most come for the business part but I'm here for both. I just need to find the right person to spend my night with.