it's really very simple, be inspired by our word of the week and just write :).
To see this week's entries check out the list at the bottom of this post. We put it behind a cut so it doesn't clog up your scrolling.
A drabble is a work of 100 words exactly. Flash fiction is a work of up to 500 words. Both may be submitted to the cascade. So What Can You Write? The simple answer is - anything! Our work here on FB3X will be erotically themed. but feel free to take the inspiration any way you want to, fiction, fanfiction, non-fiction, meta, since variety is the spice of life!
To those struck by inspiration (and no you don't have to be a professional writer to join in, anyone can embrace their inner author):
- Below you will find a chance to join in the cascade in the form of a linked list
- Write a drabble/flash fiction inspired by the word of the week.
- Post the fiction to your own blog, social media, or website
- Then insert a link into the linked list to that drabble/flash fiction for everyone to find (A hint of the genre of your drabble/flash fiction in the title of your post would be appreciated.), e.g. A Little Bit of Fun (PG, Science Fiction)
- To encourage your friends to join in and hence cascade the fun, you can also add the list into your own post by copying the code.
- OR you can just write us something in the comments :)
AND NOW - on to the fiction :)
|Contains adult themes,|
I'm trying to do something a little different this year. For those of you who don't know, unless it's a week inspired by a holiday, or memorable occasion, our word of the week is picked by opening up a dictionary to a random location, waving a finger about without looking at the page and pointing it to a word, i.e. it's chance. So, this year, rather than standalone drabbles, I am going to try writing a coherent story, Flight of Fire, in 100 word episodes, each one inspired by the word of the week. I have a vague outline for characters and direction of Flight of Fire, but specifics will be decided by the word of the week.
‘Love, we need your help,’ his companion called.
The herald was not for Stephan.
‘Wha-?’ Benedict’s distracted thought hit them, followed wildly by magic.
Three powers unified then - strong, transformative, instinctive. Stephan felt the creation of something new. He moaned.
|Contains adult themes,|
Did it again, this is a 500 word flashfic :) Hope you like it.
He guessed that the locals thought his father had controlled him with magic and now he was wild and free. That was why he only ever went to town for essentials. He did not like the whispers about his claws or the fear he saw in faces when he looked at them with his golden eyes, any more than they liked to see him.
"My, my, aren't you different," were the words that halted him as he came out of the tailor's.
He would have just walked on, but the speaker was standing right in front of him. When he looked up he was surprised there was no sneer on the man's face.
"Excuse me," he said.
"Oh, of course," the other man said and smiled.
It had been so long since Jax had seen a genuine smile he almost didn't recognise it. The way it lit up the handsome face of the other man made the breath catch in his throat and he hesitated just a moment.
"Do you mind me asking," the man barrelled on, "are you a chimera?"
Jax frowned a little, but did bob his head. He wasn't used to people actually trying to talk to him.
"Wow, amazing. Your parent must be some magic user."
Another shock, no one ever referred to the wizard as his parent except him and the old man, creator, yes, maker, even more often, but never parent. No one usually understood how much of a son he had been to his father.
"He was," Jax said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the man immediately apologised, "you've lost him?"
Jax nodded again.
"I lost my father three years ago," the man said, "it's hard, I know. Sorry to open old wounds."
Someone actually caring rather wrong-footed Jax.
"Thank you," he said eventually.
"You don't talk much do you?" his companion said and he shook his head which made the man smile. "Name's Killian, Killian Una, wizard first class."
Killian stuck out his hand and Jax just stared at it for a moment, before carefully shaking it.
"Jax," he said.
Killian did not look like a wizard, Jax was sure wizards were supposed to wear robes and have long beards. His father had been the epitome of a wizard. Killian was dressed in hard worn leather and had stubble.
"Well, Jax," Killian said, "would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Why?" was his surprised reaction.
Killian actually laughed.
"Well, honestly," Killian said, leaning in, "you're the first person I've met who seems to have a brain and you're also the best looking man I've seen for thirty leagues."
Jax really didn't know how to take that.
"Um," he said.
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