tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post3051012986120390937..comments2024-03-16T09:18:24.018+00:00Comments on Fantasy Boys XXX: FB3X Drabble Casacade #67 - word of the week is 'air'Sophie Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14768033409563305140noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-21747016531344758152014-07-08T06:54:36.869+01:002014-07-08T06:54:36.869+01:00Thank you for your comment. Feed-back is always ni...Thank you for your comment. Feed-back is always nice, I do not fully understand what you mean, but I'll take it ;o)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-35446088318934067932014-07-02T06:16:38.278+01:002014-07-02T06:16:38.278+01:00:) I think Eryan wanted to share something with Ha...:) I think Eryan wanted to share something with Hal, but also have him just a little bit at his mercy, on his terms.Sophie Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14768033409563305140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-68440439175494473042014-07-02T05:32:57.492+01:002014-07-02T05:32:57.492+01:00Loved Eryan's wickedly grinned response. Yes, ...Loved Eryan's wickedly grinned response. Yes, that is what friends are for.<br /><br />What help will the winds give and is it only Grey's claimant or is the help from all of them? Does Grey live through this and how long does his contract last?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-54373922734552053432014-07-01T13:32:35.748+01:002014-07-01T13:32:35.748+01:00I get a sense of menace mixed with age from this :...I get a sense of menace mixed with age from this :)Sophie Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14768033409563305140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-87977688327830655052014-07-01T08:03:47.179+01:002014-07-01T08:03:47.179+01:00*A head protrudes*
Sloth-like, sniffing the air t...*A head protrudes*<br /><br />Sloth-like, sniffing the air to feel and sense. Has the gauntlet been dropped in front of his dark abode?<br />Sounds resonate through the forest, something is up. No longer a senseless peace will drive inaction, sharp directed action, as adrenaline fueled hunting, drifts uneasy in and out of focus.<br />A long tongue flicks a beetle lazily of a branch. Deaf it can’t smell its way, but a vibration of tension catches its wildly rotating eye. Will it tell me a story, will I ever be challenged…<br /><br />(c) Marco G. CasteleijnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-40102821227044814862014-07-01T06:32:15.159+01:002014-07-01T06:32:15.159+01:00Thank you :)Thank you :)Sophie Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14768033409563305140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7964815528057831199.post-31073872989493608382014-07-01T06:28:12.718+01:002014-07-01T06:28:12.718+01:00Great drabbles as always!Great drabbles as always!L.G. Keltnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07624902347418621283noreply@blogger.com