This was the title of a poem in a story. Apologies to Lady Fulbrook, character in Garden of Lies by Amanda Quick.

Title: On a Small Death in the Garden
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 316


The dream, when he became aware of it, was as otherworldly as one could imagine. Why else would he be surrounded by trees festooned with giant green wrapped cones of umbrellas and be running over a velvety green softness that squished underfoot. There was a sense of doom to his running and he wasn’t sure why or how he knew that something hunted but the sense of it crawled up the back of his neck raising hairs in alarm.

He sprinted towards one of the umbrella trees, grabbing hold of one of the limbs and climbed up atop one of the umbrellas. Improbably the scent of marigold enveloped him but he’d made it just as a long hairy leg sought purchase on the branch where he’d just been. Peering down he found himself staring into the bubbles of many shiny eyes gazing up at him, claws pricked into the plant seeking purchase and a rumbled purring. He knew a spider when he saw one and a fresh wave of cold panic had him scrambling higher knowing that it was improbable he’d be able to outpace his hunter.

Anthony screamed as he was pinned, twisting frantically to escape. The weight of a heavy body held him down and a voice, James, told him to wake up.

“What in the hell were you dreaming,” was asked and Anthony shuddered.

“Spider. Chasing me through a forest of flowers. It was just about to get me.”

“If this is what you are like after seeing the promotional advertisement, I think we’ll skip the Spider City* exhibit at the zoo tomorrow,” James said grimly.

“How about we skip the whole zoo excursion altogether until after the thing is gone?” Anthony pled clinging to James.

“How about I find something else to redirect your mind to,” James leered, pushing the blankets down to get at the site for sucking his Anthony dry.


* http://www.outhouseonline.com/cms/images/spidercity.pdf

FB3X Drabble Cascade word of the week


Title: Creative Writing (R, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


The wind picked up outside, thrashing tree branches around that previously had breezes shushing through them. In the bedroom neither person noticed; lips tracing muscles, pressing hot kisses to flesh, and suckling upon nipples. Panting rapidly increased, signaling sweet arousal’s path into seeking love’s heated hidden depths. Fingers’ urgently grasping, passion exposed in deep heavy thrusts; the bed noisily danced to music’s harsh gasps.
Soon enough the wind calmed to gentle murmurs and fingers stroked gently over sweaty flesh.

“Couldn’t you just say we fucked,” James asked, eyes rolling.

Anthony grinned, “But the writing exercise was supposed to be descriptive.”

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Thank you to thanx and beren_writes (Sophie and Tasha of Wittegen Press) for another great FB3X Drabblerotic A to Z this year. They chose interesting words for colors I’ve never heard of before, which actually exist. It’s been fun and they’ve more to post themselves since I wrote on ahead of the schedule due to fear of storms knocking out internet again and again and again. You should go to their site and read. Those ladies are talented.

Title: The Important Thing, Love (G, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word total: 100

Looking around the room, James had to admit Anthony had somehow managed to pull it all together, the Xanadu grey was the perfect foil for the rest of the colors. He still wasn’t sure about the differences between Ultramarine blue and Zeffre blue or for that matter Medium Blue or, of all things, Duke blue. Yes, Anthony had told him, expounded about Zeffre being the color used in stained glass in Victorian times but he still couldn’t see the importance. Blue was blue.

Arms looped around him from behind, a kiss pressed in back of his ear. “I love you.”

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Title: What’s in a Name (PG, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

It was ubiquitous utilitarian grey, James thought, but to Anthony, who cared about these things, it was some exotic name like Xanadu. Not stone or old cement or even dove grey but Xanadu. James shrugged and then smiled; all greys were grey in the dark. He didn’t care what color the carpeting was as long as it was soft under foot and didn’t rub skin off any part of Anthony while he was fucking him. They could always accessorize with colorful pillows in Amethyst, Jade, Vermilion or even that Zaffre blue that looked a lot like Ultramarine.

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Title: The Voyeurs (R, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

The red bird sat monitoring, while eating its breakfast dragonfly. James adjusted the binoculars and groaned softly. “Careful, love, go slower or we’ll chase him away.”

Anthony hummed what could have been agreement, looking up at James through his lashes. A coy smile might have been evident if his mouth weren't busy. James groaned again, withdrawing slightly but a skillful distracting finger made redundant any larger movements.

It was a game they played. Anthony had bought a bird feeder and a beautiful garden had grown up. There were plenty birds to watch. The trick was to not scare them off.


Male vermilion flycatcher with dragonfly as prey
http://www.arkive.org/vermilion-flycatcher/pyrocephalus-rubinus/

Title: Prior Planning (PG, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


Someone had a sense of humor, James thought. They’d put the erotic terracotta statuettes next to the flutes. He heard a gasp and smiled. Anthony.

“That musical instrument looks like a … a … you know what it looks like,” Anthony said.

“They might have done it on purpose,” James said, “considering the statues.”

“Yes but … There are children that come to the museum, too,” Anthony argued.

James shrugged, “they would have come with someone, who if they were doing their job, would have asked about areas of the museum not appropriate for their child or students to view.”

Why am I doing so many ahead of time? Because my internet and landline went down today and only the internet came back up after the truly interesting storm. 60 mph straight winds and green ground flashes which the news weather said were power flashes of transformers going out. I don't know how long my internet will stay up before the phone company fixes things. And many people don't have electricity.






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Title: Piercing Aftercare (PG, m/m,series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


'He had to go to work tomorrow. How was he going to do it?,' Anthony thought looking at himself in the mirror.

“Want some more ice?” James asked with a possessive purr.

Anthony used James’ trick, raising his eyebrow in answer and turned back to his reflection. Yes the prisms were pretty dangling from his new piercings and they kind of tickled in places when they weren’t hurting from catching on things. “Why do I have to wear them to work again?” he asked, “And how?”

“Band-Aids,” James held up two normal sized and one large enough for much lower.

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Title: Party Time (G, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


“I don’t think the sheets should to be that color,” James smiled, “not even if they're silk.”

“They were 50% off and all sheets are grey in the dar…” Anthony paused as James’ eyebrow rising. “They’re silk,” he ended with, “and will feel amazing.”

Shaking his head at his love, James crossed his arms.

Anthony tried again, “They’re silk and they’ll drape beautifully.”

“Have you stopped to think about that draping bit?” James asked. “Remember what underwear we’ll need to go with them, IF we wear underwear.”

Frowning Anthony considered, where to buy purple silk underwear to match their togas.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N is for Neon



Title: Anniversary (G, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

Petula Clark was singing an oldie but goodie from the 60s in the background and Anthony remembered when he’d met James. Sure the record had been his Mom’s but he’d been doing exactly as the song had said, gone Downtown to find a, he smiled, a gayer time. And he had. He’d found James doing the same thing. They were both older now, almost 30, but the neon lights still burned with their love. Carefully, Anthony wrote those last words in his journal before James’ arms caught him up. There were more experiences yet to be written inside his journal.

"Downtown"

When you're alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares

So go downtown
Things will be great when you're downtown
No finer place for sure, downtown
Everything's waiting for you…

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/petulaclark/downtown.html

Title: Choices (PG, m/m, series)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100


James came up behind Anthony, sliding his arms around until his fingers could knit together over Anthony’s tummy. Rubbing his shoulders against him Anthony sighed as he nestled into the embrace.

“So what are you thinking,” James asked, “cotton or linen?”

“Sometimes linen can be scratchy,” Anthony replied, “last thing I want is rough fabric against my skin.”

Effecting mock shock James exclaimed, “But you love it rough. You’re constantly telling me ‘Harder, do me harder’. You’re quite demanding about it and you love my scratching that particular itch of yours.”

Anthony turned his head frowning, “Hush. The saleslady is listening.”