tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post3284020427693601605..comments2023-03-29T08:01:23.338-04:00Comments on The Fiction Femme Fatale: Flash Fiction Chain StoryThe Fiction Femme Fatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287139695913469899noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post-65147516816594488302012-06-22T13:49:55.454-04:002012-06-22T13:49:55.454-04:00It was then that I heard what he'd been saying...It was then that I heard what he'd been saying. His words seeping into the air and me absorbing them, just like my shirt sucked up the blood trickling down my arm. <br /><br />"So, you're leaving because you HAVE to, not because you WANT to?" The reasoning seemed absurd. Worse then absurd, just plain wrong.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12823739886038280225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post-2437632618686742252012-06-22T10:30:11.064-04:002012-06-22T10:30:11.064-04:00I squeezed the bouquet of flowers in my left palm,...I squeezed the bouquet of flowers in my left palm, ignoring the pain as a thorn from one of the roses bit into my pinkie. My other hand trembled with the rush of adrenaline that coursed through my heart as I tried to convince myself that I didn't need his love.Stefanie Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563861562421435013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post-28553961016939991232012-06-22T10:04:48.251-04:002012-06-22T10:04:48.251-04:00His mouth was moving, but the heat coursing throug...His mouth was moving, but the heat coursing through my veins and throbbing in my ears covered anything he might have said. I tried to stop myself by focusing on the freckle to the left of his mouth, the same freckle I had once brushed with my thumb before kissing him.Krystalyn Drownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12895353579071997640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post-45966239131214684562012-06-22T09:37:50.943-04:002012-06-22T09:37:50.943-04:00But as I gazed into his eyes, I realized there was...But as I gazed into his eyes, I realized there was nothing peaceful about what was about to happen.S.A. Larsenッhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06241633272588383935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854045321646825113.post-69278981295924240362012-06-22T08:51:28.177-04:002012-06-22T08:51:28.177-04:00I never meant for my temper to get the best of me....I never meant for my temper to get the best of me. I'd brought the flowers with me as a peace offering, I swear.Amy Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14868528114764185084noreply@blogger.com