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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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“Be my guest” she replied as he asked if he could join her at the bar, “ain’t nobody sitting there”. Slowly he slid his slight frame onto the stool. She was watching, nonchalantly, using every degree of peripheral vision. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, almost intoxicating, but she thought, almost unaware of the fact. Small but perfectly formed she thought to herself. “Can I buy you a drink” he enquired. She turned her head and found herself staring into deep chocolate brown eyes. “Sure” she replied, not believing her luck tonight, she was gonna enjoy this.
Firefly being very silly says
Guest Services! Why the fuck can’t porters handle this? Goddamn celebrity bullshit. Penthouse floor – at least the master key works. Shit, what if the guy’s croaked?
“ Excuse me, your people been trying to reach you, sir?”
The guy twists his head to look at her, bare chest, incredible cheekbones.
Shit she thinks, I know him -- I’m gonna wet my pants ‘cause he don’t have nothing on”
“I hope you can help, uh, unusual problem, and certain need for discretion. My uh guest handcuffed my hands and feet to the bed and took the key. I can’t even move.”
*sneakily leaves some Jack and Jamie fluff* ^_^
One month after Norrington had allowed the pirate's escape from the gallows, Jack climbed – well, drunkenly fell - through James' bedroom window in the middle of the night. Was he trying to get himself hanged?, James wondered drowsily, but Jack merely produced a drunken, lopsided smile and collapsed on the bed next to Norrington. “Sparrow, what are you doing? You can't sleep here! Are you out of you're mind?” “Quite possibly;” Jack murmured, then promptly fell asleep. James sighed. “That man will be the end of my career one day,” was his last thought before he drifted back into sleep himself.
Depression was a guest she had come to expect in October. While the world snuggled in to holidays and sharing, her walls started to go up. This year, she accepted the invitations to the gatherings, a smile on her face. The fear of others and parties, special occasions being celebrated was not growing in the pit of her stomach. Anticipation for meals, laughter and fun grew instead. She spent days shopping for outfits, great clothes for the new phase she was entering. She had shared her joy by letting him go, and it had taken a weight from her soul.
People should read this.
Thank you. It is a part of a whole story I did around the prompts I have posted. Each stands on its own, yet ties together in the story as well. If you start at the first prompt and go to each one and read the entry for 10-13, you will see the story unfold.
Thank you for reading!
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