Rose Strailos 100 Flash Stories
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,080
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own the characters, I created this world. This story is an ORIGINAL FICTION and is mine. Any copyright infringement will be not be tolerated. Anything/one recognizable is not mine and is not meant to infringe on copyrights.
2) Marshmellow
Prompt: Marshmellow
Prompt Number: 2
White and fluffy and oh so sweet, they remind me of better times of spending nights in front of the fire place with my friends surrounding me. The very fire place that now held a small flame where a little popcorn pan sat, heating up.
I pick one up and squeeze it, watching as it puffs out on either side, before letting it go, the shape popping back into place slowly. Looking at where I had squeezed the white fluffy sweetness, I notice that the once solid shape is now slightly smooshed and deformed.
I bite into it, the bite spongy against my teeth and tongue, the utter sweetness coating my taste buds. I smile and hum in delight at the taste as I sit back and let the sensations take me back to better times, when they would float in my hot chocolate, instead of calling me to eat them.
Prompt Number: 2
White and fluffy and oh so sweet, they remind me of better times of spending nights in front of the fire place with my friends surrounding me. The very fire place that now held a small flame where a little popcorn pan sat, heating up.
I pick one up and squeeze it, watching as it puffs out on either side, before letting it go, the shape popping back into place slowly. Looking at where I had squeezed the white fluffy sweetness, I notice that the once solid shape is now slightly smooshed and deformed.
I bite into it, the bite spongy against my teeth and tongue, the utter sweetness coating my taste buds. I smile and hum in delight at the taste as I sit back and let the sensations take me back to better times, when they would float in my hot chocolate, instead of calling me to eat them.