Tuesday, 22 December 2015

FB3X Drabble Cascade #144 - word of the week is 'shrug' (a chance to test and share your writing skills)

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Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #144 - This week's word of the week is 'shrug'.

Suitable for all.
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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 :)
For folks who enjoy reading drabbles/flash fiction: you can then peruse the cascade to your heart's content :).

AND NOW - on to the fiction :)

Contains adult themes,
or language
Flight of Fire (Part 52) (PG, m/m, Fantasy)
by Sophie Duncan

Author's Note
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.

A shrug is a lazy lift of the shoulders, which can be a lose, uncaring thing, and that's where this piece led me.


There had been a great ceremony: the Queen had been the first to be hobbled. Benedict had been locked in his room when his mother had taken the manacles which suppressed her magic, but he had felt the moment they had sealed her presence away from him forever. It had not taken long after that for her eyes to harden towards him and she had shrugged him off like the rest of his family.

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. 


Suitable for all.
A Christmas Shock
by Sophie Duncan

Author's Note
So this is a little bit of fun for Christmas. Happy Christmas! :)


Ugi smiled as hands slipped round his waist and a chin came to rest on his shoulder.

“You know, most demons don’t go around making Christmas lunch for their in-laws,” Luke’s amused tone slid into his ear and made his smile deepen further.

“Most demons don’t have in-laws,” Ugi replied, equally as flippantly, and left the gravy pan to itself as he turned in Luke’s hold and let his husband see his stupidly big grin.

“When are we going to tell them about the whole horns and tail thing? One day that glamour is going to slip at the wrong time,” Luke mused, raising an eyebrow and glancing up at Ugi’s hairline.

“Only if you keep distracting me,” Ugi rumbled, rubbing his body against Luke’s as Luke’s palms caressed his buttocks insistently.

He murmured and closed his eyes for a moment, indulging the feeling of his magic responding to Luke’s amorous advances. He could feel the glamour tingling as magic met magic and the way Luke’s breath caught in his throat, he knew something of his heritage had to be showing: Luke could never resist the horns. One hand left arse cheek and quickly there were fingers tracing over the sensitive nubs on his forehead and Ugi actually groaned. Much more and he was going to lose the glamour altogether, so, reluctantly, Ugi pushed his partner away. 

He drew in a long, steadying breath as he stepped out of Luke’s hold, and he could only smile apologetically at the pout he was given.

“I may love you, but I don’t fancy spending my Christmas dodging exorcists,” he offered and then leant delicately forward before laying a light kiss on Luke’s lips.

Ugi dallied a little in that moment as well, so did Luke. However, it was interrupted by a gasp from the doorway. Ugi’s heart leapt into his throat and he spun to see Geraldine, Luke’s mum, standing with one hand on the door, and the other halfway hiding a look of horror on her face.

“Mum,” he and Luke said at the same time and all the colour drained from Luke’s face.

“Oh god!” Geraldine wailed, finally dashing into the room, arms raised.

Ugi braced himself for whatever was coming.

Geraldine dashed right by him.

“The gravy’s burning!” she scolded, grappling for the roasting pan on the hob. “I can’t trust you newly weds not to get distracted at all, can I?”

Ugi wrapped an arm quickly around his husband, who looked like he might be falling over with relief, and just watched his mother-in-law rescuing the sauce. He shrugged to himself and smiled again - maybe next year.


Contains adult themes,
or language
by Natasha Duncan-Drake

Author's Note
Thanks for following us all year. Happy Christmas and I hope you enjoy the drabble (and the extra bit on the end :)).


Max was not reassured. He had just cast his very first solo enchantment and now the wall was glowing. All his instructor could do was shrug.

"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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  1. Oh MERRY CHRISTMAS to you both.

    These both were so good and right in the spirit of the season, on a *coughs* paranormal level.

    Thank You.