weekly drabble challenge
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Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3) PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.
RATING: I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)
PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.
Hurt / Comfort
Can you fit that into 100 words? Can you? Yes, you - I'm talking to you! Don't eyeball me soldier!! *Ahem* sorry - little crazy there... as you were...
Can you fit that into 100 words? Can you? Yes, you - I'm talking to you! Don't eyeball me soldier!! *Ahem* sorry - little crazy there... as you were...
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Date: 2012-08-04 02:34 am (UTC)The room swam. A highly distressed face hovered above Jeeves. He scrambled to rise. “Sir?”
Gentle hands held him down. “It’s all right.” His forehead throbbed and someone iced it.
A golf ball rested among the shards of an ugly vase. A bent putter protruded from the fireplace where Bertie had thrown it. “You’re early. Do call next time. I could have killed you.”
Jeeves was impressed despite his pain. “You thought I was an intruder?”
“Let me help you to bed so I can snuggle you better.”
Jeeves sighed, glad he had come back early from his shrimping holiday.
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Date: 2012-08-04 10:44 pm (UTC)(and just so you know, I actually joined the community and made an icon so I could squee here.)
SO Much Squee!
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Date: 2012-08-28 06:43 am (UTC);D
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Date: 2012-08-04 10:23 pm (UTC)Tom clutched his throbbing ankle and hurled a half-hearted oath at his horse, which had cantered off and was happily champing at a bit of fescue.
“What are you doing, you silly ass?” boomed a loud feminine voice from somewhere above him. “The idea is to stay on the horse.”
“I don’t think this fox hunting business is for me,” groaned Tom.
The huntswoman knelt down and gently prodded his ankle, clicking her tongue sympathetically. He took in the pink cheeks, auburn hair and bright blue eyes.
“On the other hand,” he murmured, “I may get used to it yet.”
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Date: 2012-08-28 06:32 am (UTC)It had been four miserable, wretched days since Jeeves turned his face away in distressed silence from Bertie's hesitant confession, regretfully tendered his resignation.
Now Bertie stumbled to answer the dashed persistent doorbell, not giving a toss that his tie hung loose and his hair was wildly mussed.
The last person Bertie expected to see was Jeeves. There came a long silence.
Finally, Jeeves reached out, deftly straightening Bertie's tie, almost tenderly smoothing his hair. "I've come to ask your forgiveness and to reconsider my answer... Bertram."
Bertie grabbed for the door frame, knees gone wobbly. "Oh, Jeeves! Reg... Yes!"
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Date: 2012-09-10 08:21 am (UTC)