Welcome to Rainbow Snippets!
Every Saturday or Sunday, those participating post and share six sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction on their blogs. It can be their own. It can be someone else’s. It just needs to be LGBTQIA+.
To read a wide variety of samples from LGBTQIA+ stories, go to…
For my own, Leiwell and the mysterious speaker will pick up where they left off last week in My Tool, My Treasure…this is just a little longer than six sentences, for clarity’s sake…
*You mean they weren’t already?* Leiwell thought back, putting as much sarcasm as he could into it.
Light reflected off all of the talismans, hanging around necks, pinned in hair, the mark of Seraphix. Seraphix had been with every person present. Seraphix had sensed the unresolved yearning in their hearts. All wishes would be granted if they would just follow Seraphix.
The coin against his flesh grew hot. Leiwell pressed his fingers against it, only to feel a scorching pain. The small, metal disc hissed.
He snatched his hand away, feeling his index finger vibrate with a pain that was almost sensuous.