Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #158 - This week's word of the week is 'mull'.
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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.
So this week, I thought of mull and it made me think!
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Reynaulght lowered his magnificent head a little, shifting behind him, and Benedict sat back against warm, soft scales. Supported and safe, he mulled over his surroundings. A fire blazed in the corner, magic wafting off it with the heat, and he smiled as he sensed more dragon. Yet there were tools lying around that told him this was also a place for those with hands, and tools hanging from the walls made it obvious he was in a forge.
‘Mother is a wonderful smith, and my fire helps,’ Reynaulght told him proudly.
‘Where am I?’.
‘Haldane, Kingdom of the Dwarves.’
‘Mother is a wonderful smith, and my fire helps,’ Reynaulght told him proudly.
‘Where am I?’.
‘Haldane, Kingdom of the Dwarves.’
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Roofied (m/m, R, Fantasy)
Author's Note
I don't suppose many people would have gone from 'mull' to date-rape drug, but somehow my brain did. Hope you enjoy the drabble today.
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by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Author's Note
I don't suppose many people would have gone from 'mull' to date-rape drug, but somehow my brain did. Hope you enjoy the drabble today.
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The warm spiced wine had been a mistake, Jake knew this, but it was too late. There had been more than cinnamon and cloves in the drink and he was helpless.
The man he had been drinking with had stripped him and painted sigils on his skin, and he knew what came next. Tomorrow they would find his body in a ditch, defiled and used for evil magic.
As a hand touched him he closed his eyes.
The splintering of wood and sounds of shouting made him whimper.
"You're safe now, son," a gentle voice said.
He began to cry.
The man he had been drinking with had stripped him and painted sigils on his skin, and he knew what came next. Tomorrow they would find his body in a ditch, defiled and used for evil magic.
As a hand touched him he closed his eyes.
The splintering of wood and sounds of shouting made him whimper.
"You're safe now, son," a gentle voice said.
He began to cry.
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Great flashes, both of them!
ReplyDeleteFlight- Ah, no wonder. I’ve felt this feeling; warm, soft cuddling, supporting in my case, and safe. Grandson. Easy to fall into the seduction.
ReplyDeleteThis is undoubtedly where Benedict learns his blacksmithing skills.
Roofied- I am so glad you did it like this, with a rescue in time.