100 words or less

100 Word Flash Fic Friday, 01/26/2018

His stomach was twisted in knots and the coffee he had been drinking burned in his stomach. All the plans he’d made, all his preparations, his rehearsals, all of it just flew out of his head as he looked at the Vulcan sitting across from him. A chess piece was clutched between two fingers as Spock prepared to make his next move. Jim stared at the pawn Spock placed on the board. It would now be his turn, but he had absolutely no clue what to do next as far as the game.

“Spock, I’m in love with you.”

January 26, 2018

100 Words Fic Friday

This is all I can manage right now my friends. Enjoy!

The sun was at his back and he heard the sound of running water from…somewhere. His voice was still hoarse from yelling for the rest of the landing party—anyone—to hear him. There had been no answer and he could not shake the feeling that he was alone. They’d definitely been separated. But somehow it felt as though he was the only living thing around. He could only hope that meant they were somehow back on the ship and not…gone. And he could only hope that somehow, up on that ship, Spock would be looking for him.

January 19, 2018