Thursday, 18 December 2014

Coming Together: Among the Stars

The Coming Together anthology, "Among the Stars," is a collection of erotic short fiction with a sci-fi theme. As with all Coming Together anthologies, profits go to charity - in this case, to the International Still's Disease Foundation.

I'm proud to say that I'm in this anthology, with a story called "Sense-Think-Act". I think it's one of my better stories, one that strikes a good balance between thoughtful science fiction and steamy sensuality.

Lynn Townsend, the fabulous editor of this antho, has blogged about it here. You can purchase the anthology from these retailers:

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Flash Cricket

The story in my last post, “Last Shot,” was written in response to a challenge to write a 500-word story using twenty specific words a particular order. This type of challenge is apparently called "Flash Cricket," because you have to bowl and field words. Like in cricket, I suppose - I don't know, sports metaphors are usually lost on me. (The site that coined the term is here)

These are fun – they force you think on your feet, to write without preconceived ideas and fit it all into the short space provided by flash fiction. I can thoroughly recommend an exercise like this for any writers who are in-between bigger projects or just looking to try something different.

For those who are interested, below are the words that "Last Shot" was written from:


Saturday, 22 November 2014

Last Shot

The fifth of whiskey was empty. Mikey looked at the bottle despairingly, trying to ignore the reams of paperwork on the desk beneath.

Investment portfolios showing red. Tax bills with steep fines. Court subpoenas.

Half a million down the sinkhole, and worse yet to come.

He stood up and put his coat on. He wanted to go out, but where? Maybe Tossolini’s, but Mikey knew his favourite chef wasn’t working tonight. Dooley’s Bar, then.

Mikey left the building. The walk made his feet ache in protest, but it was only a minute away. He caught his reflection in a window – unshaven, tie loosened, fresh grey streaks running through his cowlick. Such unkemptness would’ve made him an apostate among his fellow Finance District slicksters, but lately he’d been depressed and borderline insomniac, and appearance was the last thing he cared about.

Sunday, 2 November 2014

H. G. Wells’ “The Land Ironclads” – Speculative Fiction done right

What makes a story exceptional? When I’m between writing projects, I’m going to post occasional essays about some of my favourite pieces of writing. This will be fun, partly because it gives me an excuse to re-read some great stories, but also because it’s useful and constructive – both as a reader and writer – to think about what makes a work of writing truly memorable.

Right now, I want to look at what I consider to be a quintessential piece of speculative fiction: H. G. Well’s “The Land Ironclads,” which you can read online here.

Plot summary: Two unnamed countries are at war, one attacking, the other defending. The conflict is at a stalemate – “Since the first brisk movements after the declaration of war things had gone slower and slower, until it seemed as though the whole machine of events must have run down” – and the defenders are happily waiting their enemy out. But the attackers bring in a new weapon – massive, armoured land vehicles, that can easily traverse the trenches. These so-called Land Ironclads push through the front lines and essentially win the war for the attackers.

Monday, 8 September 2014

Ten Days of Writing - Day 9

I jumped into Leone Ross' Ten Days of Writing challenge half-way, so it's kind of fitting that I didn't quite make it to the end. I did Day 9 but was just too busy to pull something together for Day 10. I really wish it was something I'd been in on from the beginning, but such is life.

Leone's full list of challenges are here. I might go back through these and attempt a few of them - some are really intriguing (particularly the word loop one).

The challenge for Day 9 was to write 250 words about a moment of either pain or ecstasy. I chose the latter. It's not my best bit of writing (heck, I couldn't even come up with a title) but half the point of these exercises is to see where our limits are and what we can do with different ideas. Story begins after the picture...

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Ten Days of Flash - Day 8

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Continuing on with Leone Ross' Ten Days of Flash. The day 8 challenge was right up my alley: take a myth, and modernise it, using only 120 words or less. I chose the Indigenous Australian myth of the Rainbow Serpent; there are lots of different stories about this creature, but most agree that it's associated with water, rains and fertility.

By Elliot DeLocke

Smithfield Chemicals burned, oily smoke plumes rolling skyward. Commander Farlane watched his fire crews struggle for control.

“When’s he coming?” he asked.

Dreamtime Liaison Officer Schultz shrugged. “Soon. He got caught up at the Litchfield fire.”

The inferno roared. Chemical storage silos groaned; they’d explode any moment now. Farlane braced himself.

Then... a rumble.

Behind them, a gargantuan serpent reared, scales shimmering with iridescent glory. The beast cried and belched thick, cleansing fog over the fire; toxins were purified, combustibles went inert. Heavy rains were summoned, finishing the blaze off.

Firefighters cheered. The Rainbow Serpent departed, flowers sprouting behind it.

Farlane and Schultz shook hands, politely ignoring each other’s massive, throbbing erections. Working with fertility spirits always had side effects.

Monday, 1 September 2014

Ten Days of Flash - Day 7

Writer Leone Ross has a challenge on her Facebook page called Ten Days of Flash, with the goal of having participants write flash fiction every day for ten days. I found it via Remittance Girl's blog and thought it looked fun, so I decided to jump on board... right around day 7. Because if you're going to do something, you might as well do it half-assed, I guess.

But what the hey. The Day 7 challenge was to write a 55-word piece of flash fiction inspired by one of five posted photos. I choose the picture shown above, and came up with the story below.

By Elliot DeLocke

The client’s teeth chattered. Malcolm lent the man his jacket.

“Warmer now, Mister Griffin? Do you need gloves? I’ve only rubber ones, I’m afraid."

The jacket nodded. Malcolm fetched them, acting as thought this were all perfectly normal.

“Better? Okay, from what you’ve told me, you definitely have a libel case against this Wells character...”

Wednesday, 16 July 2014


8:00 AM. I wake up, achingly erect and thinking of Janet.

Janet? That’s unusual. But with little hesitation, I grab lubricant from the bedside drawer, slather my cock, begin stroking myself.

I recall Janet, fucking me, riding me hard, hair spilling over her breasts and face twisted with lust. Janet, raking fingers and lips over my chest, letting me clench her ass tight as she bounces.

I gratify myself, stroking, gasping. The memories are intense; I’m desperate to come.

Beautiful, lustful Janet, fucking me. That’s all I think of in this moment.

A marvelous orgasm. Semen bursts from my cock, pouring everywhere.  I moan, loud.

I feel relaxed.

Then, I recall Janet.

Janet, shooting dagger-eyes and dark accusations whenever I interacted with, worked with, or even mentioned other women. Janet, demanding more and more of my time until I saw no one but her. Janet, keeping me awake all night, insulting, threatening, telling me she’d kill herself if I ever left her. Janet, who took four years and tens of thousands to finally divorce.

The memories are queasy, bitter.

But the hot semen on my fingers shows that – for a few moments – I can forget.

That’s progress, right?

Copyright Elliot DeLocke 2014. All rights reserved. Do not reprint in part or in whole without the author’s permission.

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Just Rewards

With one last swing, Dukat’s blade cleaved through the Wyrm’s neck. Pale flesh and white bone were parted, and the beast’s head came free, tumbling through the air to land at Dukat’s feet. It’s corpse toppled, then lay still.

Victory! Dukat let out a triumphant roar that echoed throughout the surrounding caverns.

The Wyrm of Amasia – fabled guardian of the ancient Amasian ruins – had fallen. Now, nothing stood between Dukat and his just rewards.

Stepping over the beast’s wilted corpse, Dukat was somewhat surprised. He had expected a tougher fight from the Wyrm, considering the treasures it supposedly guarded, but the beast had been slow and rickety, an easy kill.

Perhaps, Dukat thought, I’m a better fighter than I realize. Just shows how much I deserve the reward.


I want to run my hands up the thighs of the office babe, dressed in killer heels and a grey skirtsuit and stockings with slightly-crooked seams; to unbutton her starched white top to find she’s wearing a black lacey bra, with matching panties further down; to take her into a toilet or supply closet and have her wrap those thighs around me and make pornographic moans from beneath inch-thick librarian’s glasses while I penetrate her; to fuck the button-down corporate bitch and find out she’s a total devil-slut beneath all that professional reserve.

Want, and wish.


The kitchen's a mess. Dirty plates are piled four-high, and I have no clean forks or spoons left. Breakfast bowls have been rinsed with hot water, but otherwise sit waiting to be immersed in suds. A frying pan has been wiped down, but not scoured. Tea cups have blackened interiors, desperately needing a scrubbing with steel wool.

There's no dishwasher. Everything needs to be cleaned by hand.

And my hands are currently cupping my balls and sharply pinching my nipples. They are occupied with immersing themselves in water-based lubricant, before gripping my erect shaft and stroking, each pull taking me closer to spurting.

As I fuck myself, teetering on the brink of orgasm, my thoughts occasionally drift back to the dishes. As I masturbate with sloppy, fluid-drenched fingers, I feel moments of shame.

My kitchen is a disgrace, and I know it.

One day - when someone new and lovely enters my life - I will scour every plate, wash each coffee cup and polish every teaspoon. I will disinfect every bench and stovetop. For a new lover, I will work my hands to the bone, and the kitchen will sparkle.

Until then, my hands are too fucking busy.

Monday, 12 May 2014

Baton Blog Hop

For my second ever blog post, Huck Pilgrim, a fellow erotica writer, tagged me to participate in the Baton Blog Hop. Basically, this works by one writer answering four writing-related questions, then passing them on to three other writers, who then answer and pass them on to three others, and so on.

Huck Pilgrim is the pseudonym of a minor author, who craves readers, and doesn't mind working hard on his books. He is a father and a  husband, enjoys his family, writing, and watching movies. His work appears in Best Gay Erotica 2014 and is forthcoming in Homeboys: Urban Gay Erotica from Cleis Press. Check out the link to his homepage for his answer to the four questions, as well as links to other great erotica writers (EDIT: shout out to Sybil Rush, who was tagged by Huck and kind enough to link back to me - she also has a story in the Valentine's Day collection).

The questions, and my answers, are below.

Sunday, 11 May 2014

First Post

So, this is my very first post on a brand new blog. Woohoo!

Since a very young age, I've wanted to write fiction. But it was only about a year and a half ago that I made a serious dedication to the craft. Since then, I've been writing a lot, reading a lot more closely, and generally trying to spend as much of my free time as possible on this. In addition, I'm trying to gradually learn more about the business side of writing - building a brand, using online tools effectively, etc. I still have so very, very much to learn about both these sides of being a writer.

This blog is another step in the learning process. I want to have a platform to share my fiction online, and maybe express some thoughts from time to time (with perhaps the occasional rant). The blog - much like my writing, and my life as a whole - is going to be a constant work in progress, so here's to approaching new things with a sense of fun and possibility.

So - come one, come all! Elliot DeLocke's blog is officially open for business! We're pretty quiet at the moment, but I'm just getting started. Stick around and you just might see something you like.