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sunset
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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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It had been a beautiful wedding, and a nice reception. She sat at the table, watching the happy couple dancing with their parents.
“Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, quickly fly the days…”
A sadness washed over her, looking at the children, now grown and ready for their own. The tug at her heart haunted her from time to time, the weight of the knowledge that she would never dance with a son at his wedding, or counsel a daughter through the plans. She would not know the joy of grandchildren that her siblings knew. She would always be the childless aunt.
A "sunset" from firefly:
Sunset in winter, the fire crackles as the snow falls down the chimney and he sits empty gazing into the flames unable to do anything else. Sunset in spring, he stands at the back door watching the dog chase after another rabbit and catches sight of the red tulips she planted last fall. Sunset in summer, late and warm, he sits on the porch listening to the chant of cicada surprised to find he is hard thinking about her. Sunset in autumn, he visits her grave and clears off the leaves, the dog brushes his leg “Time to go, yes?”
September sunsets are a reflection of the coming colors of autumn, and an encore performance by nature. The ad had run today for the sale of the cabin, and she waited for calls to start. She would go up and take out any personal items before the open house. Autumn was the perfect time to show it, as the beauty of the surrounding woods enhanced its charm. She had feared depression once she listed the cabin for sale. Instead, she had an extra spring in her step and found that there was no dark cloud. It was the right move.
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