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DRABBLE. A story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less. Up to 15 words extra are allowed for the title. Hyphenated-words-are-argued-about. The drabble craze started in British SF fandom in the late 1980s, and the term originates from a Monty Python skit: "Drabble. A word game for 2 to 4 players. The four players sit from left to right and the first person to write a novel wins." However to be playable, the 'novel' had to be cut short. Brian Aldiss became enthusiastic about mini-sagas of 50 words, and one writer even advocated 8 words, but eventually the Birmingham University SF Society decided on 100 words. Many respected SF writers joined in the The Drabble Project and the resulting collections were sold, all proceeds going to charity. Lately, drabbles have been drawing attention again, beginning in Doctor Who fanfic and then other bigger fandoms like Trek. Variants of 150, 200, or 350 words have appeared. However, the most common form is still the 100 word drabble.
I'll not put many restrictions on the content, just make sure it is not a hate filled rampage or illegal. I reserve the right to remove any content I deem unacceptable. NC-17, Fan fiction, Real Person fiction (RPF of celebrities) or just general fiction are allowable as long as it is not defamitory. Poetry is acceptable. If you choose to write adult content, please make sure to put NC-17 or a rating in the header for your post so that others will know BEFORE reading it. (Not everyone likes to read that, and if they are warned, well, they read it at their own risk.)
Please note that I am making no money off of this. I just enjoy the challenges and constraints and have found it a useful tool in my own writing, and I wanted to share the fun with others. I will not tolerate flaming or disrespect on this blog. You are reading the content here at your own risk, so to speak, so if you come across something that upsets or offends you, please do not rage about it here. This is not the place.
You may post your drabble directly as a comment, or place a perma-link to your own blog in the comment box. Either way is perfectly acceptable, since we are dealing with a limited word count for the posts.
I'll not put many restrictions on the content, just make sure it is not a hate filled rampage or illegal. I reserve the right to remove any content I deem unacceptable. NC-17, Fan fiction, Real Person fiction (RPF of celebrities) or just general fiction are allowable as long as it is not defamitory. Poetry is acceptable. If you choose to write adult content, please make sure to put NC-17 or a rating in the header for your post so that others will know BEFORE reading it. (Not everyone likes to read that, and if they are warned, well, they read it at their own risk.)
Please note that I am making no money off of this. I just enjoy the challenges and constraints and have found it a useful tool in my own writing, and I wanted to share the fun with others. I will not tolerate flaming or disrespect on this blog. You are reading the content here at your own risk, so to speak, so if you come across something that upsets or offends you, please do not rage about it here. This is not the place.
You may post your drabble directly as a comment, or place a perma-link to your own blog in the comment box. Either way is perfectly acceptable, since we are dealing with a limited word count for the posts.
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What is that light up in the sky?
Shining bright up oh so high
Is there a man there shining a light?
Maybe I’ll go there, just take a flight
Just take to my wings and soar right up there
Diving and swooping without a care
Like a bird I can reach the thermals and glide
Or maybe just watch the shadows by my side
The moon is a gem that shines down on us
It’s always there, never making much fuss
I sit there and watch it, staring up in the dark
It’s constant, forever, always making its mark
Memories of that sultry moon filled night come flooding back. Just the very thought of him, the mention of his name, the smell of his favourite aftershave, the feel of his touch, just looking at his photograph – all of these things and many more besides, make the memories appear. Someone who touches your life in so many ways, gives life to your children, then who disappears as if without a trace, but always, always the memories are there. That moon filled night, the night we first met, my life touched forever by another, one who is now a total stranger.
The moon shone so brightly that night, but just what had happened deep in the woods nobody was aware of, except one. That’s not strictly true, there were two people present, but the lifeless, naked body of the young woman just lay there, bathed in the moonlight, she had known what had happened alright, but she was never again gonna tell, no more words were gonna pass her lips. There were clues, oh yeah there were clues, he knew that, and he was working to cover his tracks, but he would forget something and that something would be his downfall.
The spring moon laid a pale stripe through the curtains on her first night back in her apartment. Totally devoid of reminders of him, she could forget she ever knew his love. It was easier this way, to section it all off from her life now. Her routine became her life, and she could go through each day with joy as long as he was not lurking in back of her mind, troubling her memories. When she packed up the cabin, she packed him with it, and promised to see him in nine month, rebirthing their love in her solitude.
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