Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #112 - This week's word of the week is 'march'.
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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 :)
AND NOW - on to the fiction :)
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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 march to me is a regular thing, something a little firmer than normal, and I thought of nerves, and how that makes our pulses race.
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The swift march of his heartbeat rang loud in Stephan’s ears as he waited for Benedict’s response.
“You come from the valley?”
Stephan shook his head.
“West Hartram.”
Benedict’s jaw slackened. He frowned.
“You covered fifty miles?”
That surprised Stephan, he had not been counting the days he had been running, nor the distance. He shrugged.
“After being hobbled?”
Benedict sounded dubious, suspicious even.
“I don’t remember much: my magic broke the hobbling. It hurt, a lot. Then I staggered into the alley behind my house, grabbed some clothes from a line and ran.”
Stephan’s nose hummed then. Benedict hrmphed.
“You come from the valley?”
Stephan shook his head.
“West Hartram.”
Benedict’s jaw slackened. He frowned.
“You covered fifty miles?”
That surprised Stephan, he had not been counting the days he had been running, nor the distance. He shrugged.
“After being hobbled?”
Benedict sounded dubious, suspicious even.
“I don’t remember much: my magic broke the hobbling. It hurt, a lot. Then I staggered into the alley behind my house, grabbed some clothes from a line and ran.”
Stephan’s nose hummed then. Benedict hrmphed.
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Up the Mountain (PG, Fantasy)
Author's Note
I spent all day trying to come up with something yesterday and then this hit me full in the face this morning. Shows what a good night's sleep can do :).
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by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Author's Note
I spent all day trying to come up with something yesterday and then this hit me full in the face this morning. Shows what a good night's sleep can do :).
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They say the march up the mountain kills most of the adventurers, the frigid air and treacherous paths beating them before ere they reach the top. It's not true, I kill them.
How dare they come for my gold, or my hide. Every one carries death in their hearts and I simply give it to them.
Except this one.
His face shines with the purity of his soul. It calls to me. This one comes for knowledge with only the smallest knife on his belt and a staff to beat off brigands. This one I shall show my other face.
How dare they come for my gold, or my hide. Every one carries death in their hearts and I simply give it to them.
Except this one.
His face shines with the purity of his soul. It calls to me. This one comes for knowledge with only the smallest knife on his belt and a staff to beat off brigands. This one I shall show my other face.
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FB3X Drabble Cascades
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I want to go back and re-read how Stephan was found again now. That is a long way to run. And there has to be a way to fix that pinocchio nose itch.
ReplyDeleteUneasy is the dragon on the mountain. Ask the Nepalese. They've been sending the wrong people up there. Am thinking the dragon is going to keep this adventurer.
I would say magic had a hand in Stephan making it s far as he did before he collapsed, possibly why Benedict found him.
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