Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction


“The strong beat and bass guitar filled the air,
drowning out the sounds coming from next door.”

I landed two punches and didn’t miss his intentions with his slowed movements. Salvatore rubbed a hand over his chest and said, “Damn, woman, you sure hit hard.”

“Did I bruise you again?” I asked, smirked, and then pouted. “Poor baby.”

His eyes narrowed but his aura swirled with light blue. “I’ll get you for that.”

I grinned. “Good.”

When we made it back to our suite, Salvatore grinned as I unlocked the door and stepped
inside with him right behind me. His aura flamed with light blue and red.

“What?” I asked cautiously, eyeing his aura as I kicked off my flats.

“Connor and Aisling weren’t kidding when they said they knew everyone could hear them. They don’t seem to care at all.”

I froze and listened. I thought I heard a faint cry, but it could have been my imagination. My eyes flickered up to Salvatore.

He grinned. “Aisling is having a lot of fun at the moment.”

“Oh, my god! I don’t want to hear that. And you don’t need to hear it, either.” I walked to the dresser and picked up my phone. I tapped the screen and turned the volume all the way up.

The strong beat and sounds of a bass guitar filled the air, drowning out the sounds of my best friend and her mate. Hopefully, that was enough to keep Salvatore from hearing them too.

Setting my phone down, I turned around and froze. My werewolf’s head was cocked to the side and he was giving me an expression I couldn’t define.

Realization dawned and my jaw dropped. “Oh, is that too loud? I forget how well you can hear sometimes.”

He didn’t respond at first, he just kept staring at me like a predator stalking its prey. Then he took a step forward.

I took an involuntary step back and realized what I was doing.

Salvatore’s eyes glittered with yellow, but his aura still looked normal, blazing with red. “Paradise Circus?”

My face flushed, and I felt the warmth spread all the way down my neck as I realized what I just did. Not only could Salvatore hear Connor and Aisling in the next suite, but the room itself set him on edge.

And I just turned on my playlist, not thinking how the sexy music would entice him that much more. “Yep, and I happen to like Massive Attack,” I replied, trying to pretend as though I didn’t just trigger him to lose control. “I have a whole playlist like this. Do you like it?”

His red aura was brightening as he took another step toward me and my body was practically vibrating in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Salvatore?” My voice sounded raspy. To my ears it sounded more like a moan.

“Angela,” he growled.

I took a deliberate step back toward the bathroom, as if I was trying to retreat from him. But I knew what I was doing. I was inciting him. Setting him on edge. On purpose. “Why are you stalking me like I’m something you want to eat?”

© Sarah Doughty

This is a direct excerpt
from my third novel, Home.

Though this novel of the series
follows Angela and Salvatore,
Aisling and Connor still play important roles.
I knew I wanted to include this exerpt
when this song was added
to the November Notes list this year.

It was slightly edited for context.

For day seventeen of November Notes.
Paradise Circus (Gui Boratto remix) by Massive Attack

Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction

Done For

“When I first looked into your eyes, I knew.
You were meant to be mine.”

I’ll always remember the day I met you. It started like any typical day. But then I felt it, deep down. I knew you were there.

When I first looked into your eyes, I was mesmerized. It wasn’t so much that their color was the most beautiful I ever saw. Though it was. And it wasn’t that it felt like I knew you, deep down. Though I did.

It was that it felt like those infinite depths of chocolate brown eyes could see right through to my soul.

I didn’t need to know you were meant to be mine in that moment. I could already feel it. I just didn’t want to admit it. And I knew, I was done for.

© Sarah Doughty

This was one of the
first scenes from my first novel,
Just Breathe.
Though it’s not the
final draft version,
the moment was still the same.
Aisling and Connor
will always be my first loves.

Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction, Poetry

Excerpt — Grief And Home

“Being held by him gave me a sense of peace.
His arms were home.”

Grief overwhelmed me and my arms moved inside his coat and wrapped around his waist. All I could do was hug him while I sobbed. After an instant of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He smelled like wood smoke and it was home.

© Sarah Doughty

A little something from Just Breathe.

Earthen Witch, Flash and Micro Fiction, Poetry

Excerpt — Burn For Him

“And that was when I knew
what it was like to burn for someone.”

When I saw him, it was the ethereal glow surrounding him in a purple haze that caught my attention. He stood in a casual stance, wearing black. But his hair was my downfall. It was straight and brown, curtaining around his face on one side while the other was tucked behind his ear, threatening to fall in the breeze. Chocolate, brown eyes flickered to mine and my breath caught in my throat. He held my gaze, and I couldn’t breathe.

God, but he was the most gorgeous creature I ever saw. Something about him made me feel alive again. I wanted to feel his skin. Taste his lips. Feel the silkiness of his hair. The stubble on his cheeks. It made my fingers twitch and my lips tingle at the thought.

It was illogical. I didn’t even know him. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It felt like I’d been burned, all the way down to my soul.

© Sarah Doughty

A little something
from Just Breathe,
my first novel,
slightly condensed.

I thought, perhaps on the weekends, or maybe just Sundays, I would share a little something from one of my books. They each mean so much to me, and maybe by sharing little bits of them, you, my lovelies, will have a little taste of the bigger picture. I do hope you like this idea. Be sure to let me know in the comments what you think.

Much love,

Flash and Micro Fiction, Poetry

Dead Bodies And Unseen Ghosts

“The problem isn’t so much
that I know I’m dead.
What I don’t understand
is why I’m still here.”

Do you see that over there? The chalked outline of a broken body? That’s me. Or at least it was. Now, I’m different. A little mad, maybe. Belligerent even. Because no one sees me anymore.

The problem isn’t so much that I know I’m dead. What I don’t seem to understand is why I’m still here. I believed that, in death, we just stop. Much like going to sleep. Only we never wake up again. But here I am, less than a dozen feet away from my lifeless body, trying to reconcile what I’m experiencing.

Some instantaneous flashes of brain activity? Or maybe, is this some sort of afterlife? No one can see or hear me. As I moved around the lot and the people scurrying around in the background like static, I stared at my former body.

I was fixated. Like a mouth to flame, I couldn’t bring myself to look away. And the longer I stood there, the more I put the pieces together.

My body is dead, but my spirit is very much alive.

© Sarah Doughty

I can’t help but wonder
how long I have left.
Or, if I’m here alone.

A little thing inspired
by this month’s festivities.

Flash and Micro Fiction, Photography

Five Years Ago

photo credit @s_a_w_a_n

September 11, 2026

Twenty-five years ago, one of my nightmares came to life, and it haunted me ever since. I remembered hearing about the people, falling from the sky. Plummeting to their deaths. My disbelieving eyes couldn’t look away. But, the nightmare continued.

It seemed like everything fell from the skies that day.

I remembered the shock and the numbness that lingered for weeks, along with brief glimpses of panic that didn’t fully manifest until fifteen years ago when the rest of my nightmares turned out to be true.

But none of it compared to five years ago, when everything fell from the sky. Five years ago, when everyone died, except for me.

© Sarah Doughty

For the #PiccadillyPrompts challenge
I’m hosting on Instagram,
based on prompts in their prompt journals.
This one is from 300 Writing Prompts,
which they were kind enough to let me share:
“Write a journal entry ten years in the future.”

Flash and Micro Fiction, Him

Him Part Twenty

I screamed. But it wasn’t because I was in pain. The intensity of the sensations was just too much and I shattered, arching my back as much as Michael’s body would allow.

At some point, while I was still mindless and writhing around, his cool lips found the curve of my neck and bit me again, and it felt better than I ever thought possible. Even better than biting my nipple.

The warmth of my blood filled Michael’s mouth and the feel of his mouth moving, drawing more of it out made my toes curl. With every beat of my heart, my breast throbbed from where his fang pierced my flesh, and it just amplified what he was doing to me.

A growl, low and throaty escaped from him as he moved harder and faster, still drinking from me. My orgasms came one after the next and I lost all sense of myself, existing only to feel every bit of Michael I could.

Finally, as his speed increased beyond anything a human was capable of, he pulled away from my neck and hissed as he came, and I followed after him.

It was beyond my wildest imagination. Especially for my first time. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew that one encounter with him wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy that need that grew within me over the last several years. It amplified tenfold just in those last few minutes.

Before that day, I never thought vampires were real, but there I was, gasping for air after having mind-blowing sex with one.

And the thought never occurred to me that he might drain me dry after he bit me. There was something about him that made me trust him. I didn’t know what it was or why, but I did. I knew, deep down, that he would never hurt me.

Though I heard enough stories about vampires over the course of my life, the desire for that bite and in knowing that my blood fueled a vampire was never something I noticed before. And as my mind slowly returned, I knew that was exactly what happened.

My blood is Michael’s fuel. It is a part of him now.

I wasn’t sure why, but that thought excited me. It felt like on some cellular level that I would forever be connected to Michael, the first vampire I ever met.

But before I could continue with that train of thought, he shifted and collapsed to the mattress next to me, taking a deep breath — which was saying something for a vampire — and without hesitation, he lifted his hand to his mouth so fast, I almost missed it.

He held his thumb in front of my face, a tiny bead of blood was there, where he pressed it against his fang an instant before. “Here, this will heal you.”

“But won’t it…,” I trailed off.

“Turn you? No, that’s a much more complicated process. There has to be a blood exchange prior to your death, and then I would have to revive you as a vampire.”

“Oh,” I breathed and lifted my head, taking his thumb into my mouth. The taste of his cool blood was like an explosion of pennies, almost electrifying — and to me, it tasted sweet. Swallowing, I pulled back in a slow movement, letting his thumb slide out of my mouth.
I thought I heard him groan, but I couldn’t be sure, but then I forgot as pain exploded through my neck and my breast.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 20 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, and part 19.
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Him Part Nineteen

His voice traveled down my spine in a delicious shiver and I came again, hard and fast.

My mind was gone, lost in him. It didn’t feel like I was nothing more than a woman with no prior experience with men.

I felt my body move in perfect rhythm with his. Though he wasn’t breathing like a normal man, I could feel his urgency and it drove me higher.

My perfect night with a vampire wouldn’t be complete without his bite, but I paused for an instant, wondering if Michael even possessed the control necessary to bite without draining me.

Could vampires feed without killing their victims? Did they even want to bite during sex?

I didn’t know the answers to those questions, but then I forgot what I was thinking as Michael froze and pulled back enough to look at me. His stormy eyes flashed against the low light in the open warehouse he called home.

“What’s wrong?” his fingers traced my cheek as his eyes searched mine.

“Um,” I breathed, not knowing what to say. Then I felt my cheeks flame.

“Just talk to me. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

It took a few moments to muster up the courage to speak. “Do you want to bite me?” I blurted and Michael’s perfect lips lifted into a sly grin, revealing a hint of fang.

“Do you want me to bite you, Tessa?”

The sound of his voice traveled over my skin, leaving that delicious sensation of goose bumps.

Before I could respond, his grin widened as his hips thrust against me with a long, slow grind and I cried out. “My, aren’t you full of surprises.”

In that instant, I wasn’t embarrassed any longer. I wasn’t even sure I cared if Michael would drink every drop of my blood. I just wanted to feel his fangs puncture my skin and his mouth pulling my blood, all while he fucked me until my mind went blank.

And then I wanted him to do it again.

“Remember what I said,” Michael breathed. “You will come to no harm while in my presence.”

“Please,” I begged as I tried to nod.

Before I realized what he was doing, his head dipped to my neck and I prepared myself for the bite. But instead, his cool mouth kissed my flesh and I trembled. Then, while his hips kept up that slow rhythm, his mouth traveled down.

He captured my nipple in his mouth and his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.

Then he bit me and I exploded.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 19 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, and part 18.
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Him Part Eighteen

At some point while I was still hovering in the oblivion of the most intense orgasm I ever felt, Michael entered me and the sensation was unlike anything I ever imagined.

I gasped, which was quite a feat since I was still mindless and my body was writhing around by its own volition. For the first time in my life, I was finally with a man.

But he was so much more than that. He was a vampire, and the sexiest person I ever met. Everything from his scent to the way he felt inside me was perfect. There was nothing that made me feel any less attracted to him.

It just solidified my resolve that I made the right decision to wait for him. To seek out my deepest fantasies and meet a vampire. A flesh and blood vampire.

Rejecting all those men throughout the years felt right, and I was happy that Michael was my first. My first everything.

My thoughts fell away as my orgasm subsided and that feeling of Michael moving in and out with impeccable timing left me losing myself again.

I didn’t know what to expect for my first time, but it was so much better. It was beyond my wildest dreams.

His cool flesh was warming from the contact with mine, and with every sound he made, it drove me higher. Whether or not he wanted me as much as I wanted him, it didn’t detract from the experience. It felt like he was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

Hiring a male escort for a wild night no longer mattered to me. Every choice I made up until that moment was right, because it led me to him.

If I never saw him again after that night, I would grieve his loss and a part of me would love him forever, remember everything we shared. But I would never regret it. With every passing moment it was only branding his name deeper within my soul.

My fantasy was a reality, and I couldn’t have dreamed up a better man if I tried. And the longer I spent in his presence, the more I didn’t want my time with him to end.

At some point, I started to wonder if I loved him before I met him.

But then my thoughts stopped in their tracks as his speed increased. His perfect hips ground against me with each thrust, and before I realized I was close, I crashed around him, screaming his name.

He nibbled on my ear and said, low, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Tessa.”

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 18 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, and part 17.
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Him Part Seventeen

My bra disappeared from sight, exposing my aching flesh to the vampire that hovered over me. And then his cool mouth claimed mine with so much ferocity, it took my breath away.

I gasped and then moaned as his fingers found my nipples and teased them in perfect harmony with his tongue. His strong hands massaged them and I arched my back toward him, practically levitating off the bed just feel more of his skin against mine.

He groaned, low and throaty in satisfaction at my involuntary motion as my mind escaped me from the onslaught of sensations around me.

Everything was heightened in his presence, and the feel of him on top of me, with nothing more than his mouth and hands on my skin made me mindless with need.

I whimpered in frustration and then realized I was clawing at his back, silently begging him for more, because my mouth was otherwise occupied.

With Michael, I didn’t need to breathe. I didn’t need anything but to feel his body, skin to skin. And the mere thought of having him inside me did nothing but push me higher off the bed.

I dropped to the soft duvet beneath me and gasped, “Please, Michael,” but I couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.

Even though I didn’t tell him what I wanted — what I needed, it was as if he read my mind. Those stormy blue eyes flashed and a sly grin spread on his lips.

Just seeing him smile like that was almost enough to make me come, but I forced myself to breathe.

He moved to his knees, letting his cool fingertips slide down my stomach in a caress that left my whole body covered in goose bumps.

I shivered as his fingers reached the button on my pants and just to torture me, he took his time opening the button.

Then the sound of the zipper slowly moving down combined with the slight pressure of his hands, inches from the spot that ached for his touch the most, forced me to lift my hips toward him.

He moved so fast, I was surprised my eyes caught the sight of him pulling the last of my clothes away. I bit my lip and waited as he stood there, taking me in.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.

Without thinking, I sat up, letting my head fall back slightly, elongating my neck as I moved. Then I looked up at him and returned that sly smile.

I was barely aware of what I was doing, and that tiny part of me that was still thinking clearly basked in my boldness. The shyness was gone, and what remained was a confident woman that knew exactly what she wanted.


Then I reached for the button of his jeans and watched his eyes darken with desire as my fingers moved to release him.

Despite every cell in my body screaming at me to look away from his eyes and down at what waited for me, I wouldn’t do it. It was too empowering in that moment.

I pushed the last of the material to the floor and leaned back, but he caught me before my head reached the bed.

A cry escaped from me as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, but he devoured it with another one of those insatiable kisses.

His fingers continued to move in time with the beating of my heart, and I writhed beneath him, silently begging for more.

At some point, his mouth began making its way from my mouth down my jaw, traveling toward the curve of my neck.

By the time I felt his teeth graze me, I was already lost to the sensation. My breathing increased tenfold as I cried out.

“That’s it,” he breathed, and I felt his cool breath against my ear as his fingers danced faster and faster.

I screamed, arching my back so forcefully that Michael was forced to give me room, but then I felt his teeth again and I lost all sense of myself as I came again, harder than I ever thought possible.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was only just beginning.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 17 of Him. Read part 1part 2, part 3part 4part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, and part 16.
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