Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #77 - This week's word of the week is 'barrow'.
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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 :)
AND NOW - on to the fiction :)
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by Sophie Duncan
Author's Note
Just a little bit of fun :)
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Squeak...squeak...the repetitive annoyance dug into Henry’s brain, niggling him out of stupor. The world swam back into focus. Maybe three jugs of Elven mead had been too much for one human..maybe he was still drunk.
However, the stars moving overhead turned out not to be him; that passage stopped, his world jolting slightly. Then Dar’s handsome, pointy face and ears appeared over him.
“Transport in a barrow is undignified.”
Henry grinned, heart thumping. He had to be drunk, he wouldn’t have the courage sober. Reaching up, he grabbed Dar’s face and pulled him down into a kiss.
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by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Author's Note
So I went the traditional route for this one and you could read something more than gen if you want to. Hope you enjoy it.
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It was cold on the moor amongst the ancient dead, but Paul walked on. Local legend said the barrows were cursed, but he could feel the truth; their occupants were simply not quite gone.
Placing his hands against the stone doorway of the largest mound, he called on the old powers and made himself mist, slipping between the cracks. Mage light lit his way as he coalesced inside the tomb.
Laid out on a stone was a skeleton in armour; his goal.
"My King," Paul shouted raising his arms, "I call you back," and with raw power he summoned life.
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Sophie’s - Elven' Courage - How ignoble to have your Fae …friend …, *nods head* Dar could have left him wherever otherwise, cart you home in a barrow. Then again, someone had to give Henry those three jugs of Elven mead and maybe it was for the results Dar seems to have garnered. Spock was always my favorite and Dar seems to have much in common with him.
ReplyDeleteTasha’s -Not Quite Gone - Oooooh, Paul was raising Arthur? Legend says that when the Great King is most needed, he will rise from his sleep. Now does seem to be a good time for it. Love the prompt and title’s usage.
Dar may indeed be a schemer who knew he had to take proceedings into his own hands - i like your thinking! :)
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