Weekly Drabble challenge
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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.
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Terriers and bunnies and newts, oh my!
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Date: 2012-09-15 12:03 am (UTC)The dog Mackintosh wandered the house in a disconsolate sort of way. He missed the air of excitement and music in the small cramped space where his lady left him sometimes to play with golf balls.
Two men lived there. One took him for walks and cooked him special meals and let him sleep in his bed all night. The other played music and sang to him about ginger-headed sailors.
Mackintosh sniffed at the various doors for the nice singing man with the enticingly scented trousers and the large snuggly man. Eventually he would find them. That door was somewhere.
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Date: 2012-09-15 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-15 04:46 am (UTC)I've been away from LJ too long, must keep up.
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Date: 2012-09-15 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-16 08:15 am (UTC)I think the inevitable result of this would be Jeeves giving up and being ushered towards Bertie by a joyful Mackintosh, while Bertie, carried away by the moment, grabs Jeeves and pulls him into the bath with him. After all, there would be so much water and soap on the floor with Mackintosh present, he could always blame it on the slipperiness.
Is that a voiceless drabble? Or is it just a canine plot?
Tee hee!
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Date: 2012-09-16 10:48 am (UTC)I tried to drabble that, but this happened instead...
"Woof!" Mackintosh had just clambered onto the singing man’s chest when the nice snuggly man pulled him, dripping and soapy, from the bathtub.
“But Reg, he likes it.” Mackintosh considered whining, but he made a contented noise as the man toweled him dry.
“Your chest is all torn from his claws, dearest.”
“But you… ow!”
“You have such a delicate skin, darling.”
“Will you kiss me better? You’ve gone all pink.”
“Oh, love, your poor thighs! Here, let me see to you.”
“But the towels…”
“Blast the towels, Bertie.”
“Reg? You’re looking misty.”
“Your poor skin.”
“I love you, Reg.”
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Date: 2012-11-17 02:26 am (UTC)'singing man' and 'snuggly man' - priceless.
<3
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Date: 2012-11-17 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-17 02:40 pm (UTC)When Madeline Bassett offered to introduce me to her cousin, I was filled with trepidation, expecting the most dreadful wet fish. To my surprise, Amelia Mulliner, née Bassett, was a perfectly delightful girl with excellent taste in detective novels. Her recent husband, Cyril was just such a kindred spirit as well, though I fear his interior decorating was rather too avant-garde for Jeeves’s particular eye. We were having a pleasant little tête-à-tête until the advent of Mrs. Mulliner’s mother onto the scene, at which point Bertram was mistaken for big game, and I was forced to flee across the countryside.
[A/N: Cyril Mulliner, Amelia Bassett and her mother, the terrifying big game hunter, Lady Bassett are from Strychnine in the Soup, one of the Mr. Mulliner stories. It's worth reading, if only because it's not often you find an interior decorator as the hero of a story. The story makes no mention of any relation to Madeline Bassett, but I've been wanting to make them cousins ever since I read it.
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Date: 2012-09-17 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-18 10:22 am (UTC)I once read a 'Mr Potter' book and eventually found the first book in the series, Death and Mr Potter. The mild-mannered gentleman was completely under the heel of his Aunt Agatha-like mother. His former CO was astounded when he found out what his fierce compatriot was like at home. But at the end of the book, Mr Potter was free at last and became much sought after as the best interior decorator and solver of murders. Bertie would have liked him.
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Date: 2012-09-19 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-09-21 07:58 am (UTC)note: the "newts" had me thinking all week...
The gods must have been angry again.
One of the females had been taken away, alone, undoubtedly to some unspeakable horror. She had been brave. No cries left her lips.
Yet, many had died during the sudden earthquakes and the horrific flooding in the vast white plains of emptiness. The screams of the victims as they swept to their deaths in the foaming water haunted the survivors.
Now the heat blazed, slowly, implacably, inexorably. The young were beginning to wilt, already weakened by the earlier losses. A vast hand descended and poked at the overheated water.
“What a silly Daddy!”
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Date: 2012-09-23 11:34 am (UTC)How frightening.
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Date: 2012-09-23 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-17 02:28 am (UTC)Nicely done!
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Date: 2012-11-17 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-17 02:22 am (UTC)The events leading to Gussie Fink-Nottle in a bathtub full of Cynops ensicauda* aren’t enormously important. The giggling brought his valet to see if all was well; Gussie invited the man – Hammersmith – into the bathroom; as is common in baths, Gussie was naked; but, uncommonly, he was covered in wriggling newts. Hammersmith wasn’t particularly faint of heart, but, of the peculiar things he’d experienced while employed by Mr. Fink-Nottle, that was the last in a series of very odd straws. Consequently, the second-most popular section of the Junior Ganymede Club Book to that labelled ‘Wooster’ is the section labelled ‘Fink-Nottle’.
*(sword-tailed newts, which apparently prefer warmer waters [up to 75f])
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Date: 2012-11-17 02:34 am (UTC)Although I am pretty sure the newts are plenty stressed by the proximity to the Fink-Nottle whatnots...
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Date: 2012-11-18 05:55 am (UTC)I'm tickled you enjoyed.
No doubt the newts were wriggling about in an attempt to escape, what?
;D
Thanks for the commenty goodness!