Objective: Write small stories written around a single word.

Theme: World of Warcraft

Stories 34-37


34. Regret

Her fingers fiddled with a long thread that had come unraveled from her sleeve. Raising the hem to her mouth, Cylus neatly clipped the strand in her teeth and rolled it up into a little ball. She idly tossed it across the floor, giving a resigned sigh recalling to mind Quartermaster Qricket's ire. She immediately picked up the...

You told me to meet you at the gym and even though I thought it was a weird request, I brought a bag full of towels and spare clothes. I wasn't really sure what to bring. I felt like an idiot when everyone could tell I had no clue what to do at a gym. I could feel the stares and not seeing you anywhere was making me think this wasn't a great idea. I waited at the counter for awhile, adjusting my shorts (they kept riding up my ass) and wishing I had worn something more comfortable. I was about to...

The hardest question I faced in a long time, what to write in my first blog post? Will someone ever read it? Time will tell…
I'm kickaha, 26 years old, straight man, living in the southern part of Israel, I'm sure most people heard about Israel on the news, a small country in the Mediterranean region, almost all the countries around us would love to see us dead but we keep on living. The way I see it, they are firing missiles at my, and there is nothing I can do to stop that, so I might...

He closed his eyes, the man's fingers intertwined with his, and let his hand drift slowly back onto that muscular thigh ready to wander and explore. There was no hurry, the pair were far more interested in each other than the film anyway. Perhpas one day they could rent it at home and ignore it again...

And just then, he felt the soft material and the presence of the strong masculine leg that sat beneath it, waiting for his touch. His hand moved up and down, his fingetips stroked...

While the traliers played before the film, and Ashleigh sat with he delightful figure straight, the new---and, as usual, temporary---object of his care-free and fanciful desire was entering the darkened room, and began climbing the stairs searching out a good place to watch from. As he took that first step upwards, he instantly felt the presence of someone who might prove to be rather enjoyable waiting for him unaware. His hot blood thickened in his athletic chest and a bright flush of yearning...