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FB3X Drabble Cascade #34 - Bow

Title: Pick-up Lines
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Bow

The rocking waves as the bow of the boat passed by, tall white sails fully belled with wind, made him look up. Harris smiled, likening it to a noisy car muffler used to say, ‘Look at me. Notice me.’

His smile turned to contempt as a bottle was thrown into the water and as the litter floated towards him, he reached to pull it out.

There was a message rolled up inside the bottle, the lettering positioned on the outside of the paper and easily read through the clear plastic.

Drinks tonight?
Club bar.
Later, clothing optional.
My name’s Russ.

Continues here Part 2

FB3X Drabble Cascade #34 - Bow

Title: Legacy- A Tale
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt: Bow

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #34 - Bow

Title: The Art (PG)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Bow
I had to look up anatomy terms. *grins* Wikipedia is so helpful.

The string had been fitted into the nocks, pulled taut between his upper and lower limbs and his belly and his back felt the tension as his master chose where his aim would be. The pressure to perform well kept him drawn and rigidly waiting for his master’s intensions. Where would his master strike, which place would his master chose to impel his missile to pierce. Taking up a position his master arranged himself careful, the arrow carefully fitted just so for best effect, technique was everything in this business after all. Often and well the archer used his Beau.

Title: The Call of the Sea
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 520
Thank you meep for the picture and description of your trip to the beach. *grins*

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Title: With the Rising of the Sea
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 357
Meep gave me this plunny, though I expect she didn’t mean to. Meep's recounting of Saturday's visit to the beach

It was warm inside the shop, at least in comparison to the outside where the waves played tag, occasionally splatting against the glass windows. Dewi huddled himself close to the coffee urns where it was warmer, fussing with cleaning the area, minutely changing things until they were precisely the best arrangement, for now anyway. One eye he kept on the patrons, in anticipatory dread when they would open the door to leave or come in and allow the wind entrance. There were wild things abroad out there. He really wasn’t sure that coming for a short holiday and staying was such a good idea anymore.

The playful intermittent tinkle of the small bell above the door where drafts flickered was replaced by a louder announcement that a new patron had entered. Dewi wasn’t too sure how he’d missed the hurried often times erratic lurching approach of a person to the door. Normally he would have noticed before they’d gotten close to the door but perhaps the rough waves’ rising reaching had dulled him to movement outside.

The man was soaked, as if he’d stepped from out of the tide himself, his clothing in that darkened curious rumpled folding as they molded to the figure they were clad to and his hair plastered long onto his shoulders. If ever there was a person in need of hot coffee this was one, for the man’s skin was dead white and stained slightly with a bluish green cast. His eyes were hot though, lustfully focused on Dewi, and he evidently hadn’t his land legs yet after walking in the wind for he lurched slightly as he approached the counter where warm sustenance waited.

Dewi didn’t even notice as the locals discretely left, leaving him to see to the needs of the latest patron even though one of them had lifted the OPEN sign and changed it to CLOSED as they went out. It wasn’t often the sea took sacrifice in the person of one of Captain Jack’s crew coming on land looking for a new conscript. The locals were just glad it wasn’t one of theirs that were ever chosen.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #33 - Halloween

Title: An Endless Walk (soft horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Halloween

Only a sliver of the moon was visible to illuminate the countryside, barely more than a line really. Still, it was enough for him to make out the two ruts worn into what was little more than a dirt path.

‘How much further could the cabin be,’ Gerard thought. Sure the cabin was remote; a plus per the guy who’d recommended the place wiggling his eyebrows up and down as he’d said it.

The Authorities had found Gerard’s dead bloody body outside the cabin. No one had heard a thing but they say Gerard still walks the path some nights.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage

Title: Fish Market (PG, horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Cage
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage

Title: Hunger (horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Cage
Ever wonder how many accidents happen on a road and how almost all evidence of them is gone so quickly?

Orange and white barrels lined the three lane divided highway, a sure sign of road construction. What wasn’t so obvious was written in the periodic crushed or dented barrels, lying off to the side. The black skids on the road itself or even up the half wall concrete dividers were easy to dismiss for what they were. Rarely a bumper or tangled metal of indeterminate purpose was seen but small plastic pieces littered the roadside, evidence of past accidents.

Dennis, driving into the confusing maze, watched in horror as the new highway construction temporarily metamorphosed into a trap before him.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage

Title: The Cage (G)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Cage

His fingers were clenched white in terror around the metal bars. Around him there were the screams of others which Did … Not … Help.

“Here hang onto me, it’ll be okay.” A hand was extended towards him and even in his panic Drew glared at the other, not a word needing to be said, Not that he could make a sound .

The cage swung around again along with all the other cages with their occupants screaming inside. ‘Why? Why had he stepped into this trap? And why had everyone else, were they ALL fools?’

Finally the ride ended.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #31 - Independent

Title: Running Away (G)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent

Dew was just settling upon the grass and leaves. He hoped that his footprints darkening the silvered lawn were gone before they discovered he’d left but walking on the crushed gravel drive was something he didn’t want to risk. It wasn’t that far to the city and he had food with him and his saved up allowance, there hadn’t really been that much to spend it on anyway. In a few weeks time, he’d be of age and then there’d be his inheritance and then there was Tony.

Tony. Somehow he’d convince him that he wasn’t a child any more.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #31 - Independent

Title: Hell
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent
Do not ask, I don't know. When I was little and forced to take naps upon a neatly made bed of white sheets, these were the impressions my mind created. I was under five, before kindergarten age... and you didn't need to know all that.
I hated naps.

Silent screams were her nightmares as much as her waking thoughts, and threatening balled fists hovered somewhere close.

How soon before she lost her grasp on reality and reason becoming one of the mislaid, mentally careening over blinding planes? Why was she not already lost on that endless smooth vista; that which was her staring out, seeing one place and all places spreading out before her? The image, the perfect empty whiteness, wrinkled before her eyes and bile bubbled like scalding milk.

Madness, she’d indeed succumbed to madness and freedom of a sort. Smiling she whispered, “I’ll grow up.”

Title: Another Year More
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 380
Follows from Theo and Ed's Anniversary
Meep gave me this link to find the beaker that brought on this duo of drabbles. It’s found here:
http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/gifts/rude-presents-willy-mug.html?gclid=COT6zP-bkroCFRPItAodcSgADg#utm_source=froogle&utm_medium=free&utm_term=Penis+Mug+with+Optional+Sweets

Ed cautiously moved the beakers around on their shelf. This year neither of them had time off for extended anniversary getaways. They’d be lucky to be able to go into work late, Ed’s administration had said that unless you brought in a signed and certified hospital note you would be either at work or out of work. Theo’s employer had been less rigid but he knew that things were tense over at his government’s offices what with what was happening in politics right now. Theo was one of the lucky ones who wasn’t on furlough even if the pay checks weren’t currently being deposited into his account.

9 years they’d been together, his Yank and he. Ed stroked a finger down the handle of one of the beakers loving the feel of the hard smooth curve. The ceramic was cool to the touch, quite unlike the real thing in temperature, all the other attributes though … well maybe not the color. Theo turned a nice warm subtle pink that was satisfying to wrap a mouth around and the flavor … he loved Theo’s flavor.

Which reminded him, he’d better go check the dessert. It was needed to add the fillip to a romantic dinner, served up in the handled bowl with its custom inscription. He blushed as he recollected the amused look on Mrs. Crew’s face when he’d ordered the set. Face reddening further in remembrance of how he’d blustered out that it was for their anniversary’s dessert and, at the grin spreading out over the lady’s face, realized how else that could be taken.

Pushing all that aside in his mind, he admired the result. The ceramic pumpkin bowl would be perfect for serving up the Pumpkin based dessert. The smaller pumpkin bowls/beakers for the soup looked charming too and more likely to see polite company then the larger version with its custom inscription.
Mrs. Crew had added the opalescent glazing accents around the top to the serving bowl, at no extra charge since it was her suggestion, to go with the anniversary dedication. He'd had to be adamant that 'come' be spelled come and not cum.

“When the frost is on the punkin, then’s the time for Peter dunkin.”

Ed and Theo
9 Years With More To Come.

Title: Theo & Ed’s Anniversary
Author: charisstoma
Word count:440
Blame this on Meep, she wouldn't write this so I did, and this site http://www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/1875847-Do-you-dunk-your-penis

The bed looked comfortable, turned down sheets a white that had the sheen of luxurious thread counts and promises of embracing softness to the skin. Embracing too was the billowing comforter and equally bloated pillows gracing the presence of the headboard. Theo, when he stretched his talents, found deluxe accommodations to celebrate anniversaries.

Heaving a sigh that could be assumed to be appreciation or was in truth ‘what now’, Ed entered into the suite, carrying in the suitcases. Theo would want bang for his buck and Ed wanted romance and a time to relax with the man he loved, relax being the operative word. It shouldn’t be a talent show of who’s mouth or ass could work the best and most magic. Knowing Theo it would be both mouth and ass, in the right order.

When Theo had mentioned where they were going, it was Theo’s turn to choose, he’d hoped for a laidback place where they could be alone with a fireplace snapping warmly and dim lights and cozy cuddles, maybe even reading of a favorite story to each other. He wanted … something that wasn’t … this.

“You don’t like it,” was almost an accusation.

“It’s fine,” and when did he think that Theo couldn’t read his mind by now, 8 years later.

With a smile that a practiced lecher would envy, “I know you. You wanted something more sedate and rustic.” Gathering Ed into his arms, “But I like my comforts and even here, when the sky goes dark and the city’s light reflect shimmery off the ocean, there’s possibilities for romantic. The beach will still be there and it is long and secluded. Yet finding a small diner with delicious homey foods I’m assured is but a short walk. Or,” Theo brought out his I want to go to bed with you voice, “we can order in. Everything we need is here in this room or within easy reach, we’re together.”

Turning in Theo’s hold he looked into his husband’s eyes, “True. We do have everything we need and more. Though, where did you find a place that has penis dunking beakers beside the bed? Yes, I know what they are. They have got to go.”

Theo shrugged. “I’m told that those are all the latest thing. And we get to take them with us as souvenirs. They’re even personalized. See?” He held one up for Ed to read.

Theo and Ed
8 Years Is Just The Start
May Love Make Your Cups Overflow

Ed sighed giving his hubby an affectionate glare and putting the beakers carefully away where they would or wouldn't be forgotten.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #30 - Stake

Title: So Much at Stake (G, politics, current horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Stake

Once more the Government had been shutdown, though some services kept going and hopefully those workers would be paid at the end of the legislative deadlock. Anthony wasn’t going to hold his breath over that, too much depended on the asshats on Capitol Hill honoring that debt to those workers who had to remain on the job. Heaven help the soldiers .
It wasn’t as if the lawmakers themselves were not still receiving their checks while others did without during the shutdown.

Anthony wondered how long he should wait this time and went to find the remedying spell, just in case.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #30 - Stake

Title: A Stake in the Night (PG, m/mv)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Stake

The light was bad but sometimes that was a good thing if you’re looking for very temporary company in a bar with an alley accessible near the restrooms. Brian had visited those alleyway accommodations before, they weren’t bad. The establishment must clean them up and hose them down on a regular basis. It was good for business and the restrooms more available for normal usage, if you could call that normal in a gay bar.

Hearing, “Hello there sweet delicious thing,” slowly pulled Brian around to assess his possible date. Yeah, it was almost cliché. His date was a vampire.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #30 - Stake

Title: So Simple (PG, m/poly, dub-con)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Stake

The individual fibers of the rope rasped his skin, ‘this was not how this was supposed to go,’ he thought. A simple stakeout to satisfy a mystery, almost a child’s dare. There’d been drinking involved.

It wouldn’t be difficult to make up the classes. Adam said he’d take notes for him to soften the bet’s loss, after all they had been drunk. All Chase had to do was keep watch, follow the man, then return to tell the tale.

“Adam said he’d provide a pretty one this time,” the voice smirked. It was the glowing eyes though, that had Chase writhing against the restraining ropes that pinioned him naked upon what could be an alter.

“Shh, you won’t remember anything. This will seem like a barely remembered dream.” There was a laugh, “if you like it, we might even let you remember. We love return business.”

A light suckling on the inside of his elbow, created a pulling itching that beaded Chase’s nipples. Later he’d realize that he never felt the fangs, any of them, too aroused to notice and after, too sated.

“So?”

“Asshole. Weirdest cosplay fraternity initiation I’ve ever heard of.”

Adam looked at him, “It wasn’t. Really.”

FB3X Drabble Cascade #29 - Yarn

Title: The Means of Knowledge (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Yarn
I'm surprised that no one used Yarn as in Tale before this.

The tale was old, you could tell from words’ cadence, the theme was eternal; love found, love lost, love regained. What Mother wasn’t prepared for was what was recounted after the ‘love regained’. She sent us away from the fire to wash up for bed. I noticed though that she and father and our guests stayed to hear and there was ribald laughter that filtered through the night’s darkness.

“I know what the bard is saying.”

I arched my brow at him skeptically, “Heard it before?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

We were alone. My education was most pleasurable.

Title: In All the Gin Joints, In All the World
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 322
WIP
I wanted to write something, anything, and this is what happened.
Oh and my Mom is asking for food. Yea!

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #28 - Water

Title: It’s All in the Presentation (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: water
This too is meeps fault. Meeps are greedy( Read more... )