Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Thursday Threads #2

So this is a flash fiction meme from  the blog The Weird, the Wild and the Wicked

#ThursThreads - Tying Tales Together for Valentine's Day - Week 58

Here's how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt as written anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Pacific Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. ;)
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 58:

The erotic romance author who loves roses, and has a new release out, Sandra Bunino.

I just want to say--I'm not really in it to win it, so to speak. I just feel like its been too long since I've posted any fiction on my blog, and I just want to get back into the practice again. And I love promoting authors (like the ones mentioned above) and other fiction writers (like the kinds you encounter in these flash fiction deals.) 
Plus it's probably been about a hundred years since I wrote anything for Valentine's Day. 

Here we go!

The Prompt:

“What good does it do?”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors.

I don’t know if you’ll read this,  but what do I do with your question, when I’m not even sure if I should reply to it at all? I feel like you’ve pierced me on every tender point of my skin, which lies flayed, like something you could bite into.
I know this is dangerous, but who cares? I do, I care. This is my life and this is my heart. My parents can go to hell, they spend so much time talking about it anyway, it’s like they have firsthand knowledge of what its like.
You want to know what good this all does, all this sneaking around, hiding behind emails, not being able to hold hands in public like everyone else? The good it does is this: I’ve scraped my heart raw for you. I’ve been slapped, kicked, punched, spit on, made fun of, called the most vicious names and had complete strangers threaten to kill me, all because I love you. Change comes from letting yourself believe what they say about us is true.
Despite everything, I love you for being yourself. Don’t give up now.  Don’t let them win. We have found each other after lifetimes of being apart, don’t let them take it away, I beg you.

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