OK ... this one was inspired by a certain Mr Corso
He turned and ran up the steps into the building, furtively he looked behind him, good … no one was following him, he increased his stride again, up two more flights of stairs and reached his apartment door. The door was ajar, he definitely didn’t leave it that way, someone had been looking for something and he knew just what that something was. He had it right with him in the folder inside his canvas bag, his precious cargo would never leave his side again, not until he had got to the bottom of the conundrum he had been given.
Oops I just wrote it and this would have to be my longest yet so it is well over 100 and actually a bit over 200 so feel free to delete this if you want. Here's the link just in case http://idrabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only-i-hadnt.html.
Thanks for posting in BG! Interesting piece and holds potential for further development. Although it is long, I'll leave it in asa your first entry, as first and foremost, I want this to inspire. Good on you!
She closed the last file and set it on top of the folder. Another success in the program. Her children were learning the skills they would need for life, and she felt good about that. A rare flash of him jolted her. They used to come all the time, but now, it seemed only when she did good did he creep in. Less often, but with more meaning, and she could handle that. Her friends were at it again, trying to get her to move on. She knew what she had had, and how does one move on from perfection?
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.
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OK ... this one was inspired by a certain Mr Corso
He turned and ran up the steps into the building, furtively he looked behind him, good … no one was following him, he increased his stride again, up two more flights of stairs and reached his apartment door. The door was ajar, he definitely didn’t leave it that way, someone had been looking for something and he knew just what that something was. He had it right with him in the folder inside his canvas bag, his precious cargo would never leave his side again, not until he had got to the bottom of the conundrum he had been given.
I think I'll give this a try since I just started a drabble blog. I'll come back with the entry.
Oops I just wrote it and this would have to be my longest yet so it is well over 100 and actually a bit over 200 so feel free to delete this if you want. Here's the link just in case http://idrabble.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only-i-hadnt.html.
Toodles!
Thanks for posting in BG! Interesting piece and holds potential for further development. Although it is long, I'll leave it in asa your first entry, as first and foremost, I want this to inspire. Good on you!
She closed the last file and set it on top of the folder. Another success in the program. Her children were learning the skills they would need for life, and she felt good about that. A rare flash of him jolted her. They used to come all the time, but now, it seemed only when she did good did he creep in. Less often, but with more meaning, and she could handle that. Her friends were at it again, trying to get her to move on. She knew what she had had, and how does one move on from perfection?
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