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It’s the last Wednesday of the month!


Pens lay useless and ink-dry. Pencils thrown snapped and abused. Fingers sore from furious Word Warring!

But never fear, Quick Quill Quotes is here!

And to reward you for all those scuffling battles, straining to get words to submit to your will, this week is a HD SPECIAL


The current week's theme is: HD Quidditch

This can be anything related to HD Quidditch. Are there tempers rising on the pitch? Or is it more of a locker room passion? Any balls in sight?(read: blatant welcome to the other kind of dirty). (Please leave CAP WARNINGS at the beginning of your entry.)

We’ll love to read anything you give us!

Take up your Biros and Ballpoints! Brandish your sharpener and retrieve that dreaded red marker from its dusty corner! Flex those fingers!

So give us a snippet of a current piece you're working on, don't be shy! Whether there's only one word related to the theme or it's a devoted sonnet, we want to hear about it.

Don’t have anything related to this weeks theme? No problem. A new drabble within the word limit is an excellent contribution as well! Only got 50 words? So what? Every word counts!

Entering and Rules

1. The snippet or drabble must be 400 words or under. It should be a new drabble OR from a current work. It should also, however loosely, be related to this weeks theme.

2. To participate, simply leave your contribution as a comment below.

3. Posting will close Wednesday 2nd October at 00.00 GMT

4. Don't be afraid to cheer on your fellow writers!

Good Luck!

Note: Even after posting closes feel free to let a well-deserving author know how much you loved their snippet! Comments on entries do not close!

Comments

[cyn-ful.livejournal.com]

Um yeah....WARNING - SMUT AHEAD...um yeah, if you aren't old enough...keep on moving...


The others had already left practice and he was the only one left. He had chosen to continue flying, to feel the wind in his hair. He stopped breathless over the center of the pitch, looking around at the grounds below him. There was no visible sign of another living soul. He closed his eyes and just sat, enjoying the breeze flowing over him, knowing that he was balanced on just a slim piece of wood. He held his arms out from his sides and urged the broom forward. The feel of the air as it blew past him, sent shivers, knowing that at any moment he could crash into the stands. He leaned backwards with his eyes still closed, guiding the broom upwards. He wrapped his feet around the broom tighter, knowing he had to maintain at least some form of safety. He leaned his head back and moaned in the ecstasy of just flying.

He leaned forward and leveled out, wrapping his arms around his body. Moaning at the feel of his wind kissed body. As his hands slid past his waist and to his legs, he moved his hands slowly to his crotch. With a wicked smile, he released the buckles of his pants and slid his hand inside. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he began to stroke it to a firmer consistency. The warm breeze flowing around him made him more daring. He pulled himself out and began to pump his cock in earnest. He had done many things before, but wanking on a broom was new for him.

Balancing precariously he tossed his head backwards as his other hand slid under his shirt to carress his taut nipples. Such a freedom, floating 50 feet in the air, stroking himself and no one to stop him. His body tensed as it released the pearly fluid into the air. He opened his eyes as he watched it fall down onto the pitch, right into the hair of his enemy. He inhaled sharply and put himself away before circling the pitch and coming down on the other side.

“Not a bad show, Malfoy.”

[slashedsilver.livejournal.com]

No warnings here, but full warnings apply if you click the link to the fic, which is NC-17

Somehow Potter always manages to get on his last nerve.

Draco glares as Potter shoots him a cocky smile. "All ready for the match, Draco?"

Potter probably already knows what kind of effect that debonair smile has on his ardent followers. Well, Draco, for one, is not falling for it. Especially when he deliberately uses Draco's given name as though he's forgotten his -- perfectly serviceable -- family name.

"That's Malfoy to you, Potter," he spits back, but if anything, Potter's grin becomes wider.

"Relax a little, Draco," Potter coaxes, as though he didn't hear Draco's snarled comment. Draco decidedly does not shiver to see Potter's nicely-shaped mouth form the vowels in Draco's name, slow and deep.

Potter has sidled up to Draco, and places one overly familiar hand on Draco's shoulder. "What do you say to a little bet?" Potter drawls. Draco shrugs it off immediately, but Potter is unmoved.

"What kind of bet?" Draco asks, despite himself. He's not one to back down from a challenge. His father would say that he never learns from his mistakes.

"A simple winner-takes-all." Potter's breath is hot on his ear, and he shivers.

"Fine," Draco says, trying to nonchalantly squirm away from Potter. "First to the Snitch then, and no cheating."

Potter's smile is predatory. "Funny that you should be the one saying that."

As Draco walks onto the pitch, he can't help but feel that he's walking into the mouth of disaster.


obliqueo -- this is for you. It morphed into the prequel to "Taking It" (http://slashedsilver.livejournal.com/13550.html)! ;)

[obliqueo.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh a prequel <33333
Hee hee a mouth of smutsaster! I adore this.
Thank you Silver!