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 :)
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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.
Benedict knew now that evil worked in tandem with Blane. Yet, he could sense no magic in the man, even though it had to be there.
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So this is a little bit of fun for Christmas. Happy Christmas! :)
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Thanks for following us all year. Happy Christmas and I hope you enjoy the drabble (and the extra bit on the end :)).
"There you are, finally," a voice said and a very tall, exceptionally handsome man stepped out of the glowing spot. "Oh hello, Bob," the man said, looking at Master Finn, "you don't mind if I steal this one do you?"
Master Finn did absolutely nothing.
Max would have objected himself, but the moment the man touched him all he wanted to do was smile. He let himself be dragged through the wall without complaint.
Max's brain started working properly again when the man stopped touching him. He was in a room decorated in silver and gold which he had never seen before.
"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.
"Oh don't be angry, please," the man said, "I'm sorry there was no time to explain. I'm Tyron, the Yule King, and I've been searching for a consort for over one hundred years. Your magic sang to me. Please say yes so we can make the Yule spark together."
Max was pretty sure his brain stopped thinking again for a little while.
"Yule King?" was the best he could do.
Tyron nodded at him.
"I've been doing my best, making the spark each year on my own, but it really needs two. You've probably noticed it hasn't been so good the last few years. I could feel you, but not find you and I was impatient. Then today, there you were, like a beacon."
The Yule King saw the world through the dark and cold of winter. He was the deity of fire and feasting and he was standing in front of Max. Max had no idea what to say.
"Okay," seemed so inadequate.
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