Drabble Meme
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arenee1999Snatched from kindredspirit75
There is a drabble maker going around....enter a few words and it will generate a drabble......ROFL
I just couldn't resist......
kindredspirit75There is a drabble maker going around....enter a few words and it will generate a drabble......ROFL
I just couldn't resist......
The Hard Stranger
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Duncan strode along the path, making for Pale Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Soft Shirt, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Chest.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his shining sword just in time to face the clear man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck softly, and Duncan barely raised his sword to meet the attack. They fought long and quickly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Duncan found himself forced to one knee, the man's sword pressed to his shimmering hand. "I am Fitz of Pale Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Soft Shirt. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on a chair."
But Duncan had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his sword with a twist, overpowered Fitz and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Duncan said, looking down upon him.
Fitz's hair shimmered like gold shining in the sun. "I have underestimated you, Duncan. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Duncan's desire was enflamed. His hand throbbed and all his thoughts were to clean Fitz like a cat. Duncan caressed Fitz's dark hair and he responded. They came together slowly, and their joining was as golden as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet bed!" Duncan groaned and cleaned Fitz as quietly as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Duncan said. "That's where I put the Soft Shirt for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed loudly on the grass, forgetful of all but their curly love. "We will stay together forever," Fitz said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Chest never got the Soft Shirt and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
~finis~
to get your own go to http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Duncan strode along the path, making for Pale Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Soft Shirt, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Chest.
A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his shining sword just in time to face the clear man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.
The man struck softly, and Duncan barely raised his sword to meet the attack. They fought long and quickly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.
At last, Duncan found himself forced to one knee, the man's sword pressed to his shimmering hand. "I am Fitz of Pale Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Soft Shirt. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on a chair."
But Duncan had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his sword with a twist, overpowered Fitz and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Duncan said, looking down upon him.
Fitz's hair shimmered like gold shining in the sun. "I have underestimated you, Duncan. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."
Duncan's desire was enflamed. His hand throbbed and all his thoughts were to clean Fitz like a cat. Duncan caressed Fitz's dark hair and he responded. They came together slowly, and their joining was as golden as their battle, and also much louder.
"Ah, my sweet bed!" Duncan groaned and cleaned Fitz as quietly as he could.
"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"
"Oh," Duncan said. "That's where I put the Soft Shirt for safekeeping. Sorry."
When they had finished their romp, they drowsed loudly on the grass, forgetful of all but their curly love. "We will stay together forever," Fitz said, and they began all over again.
And so it was that the Wizard Chest never got the Soft Shirt and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.
~finis~
to get your own go to http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
