Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).
In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.
I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.
I'm late to the Snippet party this week, been gathering the pieces together to revamp my kitchen new paint, flooring, sink, soon as my son grabs us a paintbrush from the hardware store (because of course i forgot that) we'll get started. Today's snippet is from my current work in progress Serpent's Kiss. (A Snakeshifter Novel)
His vision was no longer filled with dancing rainbow colors and his heartbeat wasn’t pounding a rhythm in his chest or brain. He wasn’t calm yet, could have used water or even better, something with sugar, but for now he figured that he was about as steady as he was going to get, even with his hand shaking. Not like Zxex cared, the other man was glaring at him and tapping his foot impatiently.
“You want to wait to pass out until after you tell me,” Zxex complained.
“Maybe I should just not tell you.” Darrell grumbled Zxex’s eyes narrowed and he sat on the edge of Darrell’s bed, then reclined, getting comfortable.
“Fine, I’ll just stay until you do.” Zxex declared.
Darrell was too tired and too shaky for this shit, he needed Zxex to leave so he could lay down and finish pulling himself together, imagine Zaiden’s fingers combing through his hair, maybe even stretched out on the bed behind him one arm clasped across his abs as he steadily kept conversation going to keep Darrell from drifting off again. It happened sometimes aftershock visions, wild, random things that felt as if they’d been plucked from the air.