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.

This week: horror!  Either or both of the boys being terrified by a ghost story, horror movie, or similar.

Comments

[momentarylapse8.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE

Not sure this is quite on the right lines - but it was the first thing that popped in to my head!

“...and then as I crept through the door...”

“No, no please don’t on on! I can’t take anymore of this - please let’s talk about something else!”

“But I haven’t finished my story yet! Don’t you want to know what happened next? Though I must say you are looking awfully green around the gills old chap. I really did think you were made of sterner stuff than this.”

“ I am sorry to disappoint I’m sure.”

“Oh pish and tosh, you know you could never disappoint me love. I must tell you about Rocky’s pyjamas though Jeeves, they are simply topping!”

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Aaaww, poor baby. XD

[derien.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha! Poor, poor Jeeves! I must admit, you surprised me. :)

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

rotfl... poor Jeeves....

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*giggling* OMG! THAT'S PERFECT! ^5 Well done, old thing!

[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE

The Aunt of the Baskervilles

Devon was no place for a nerve-restoring holiday, unless weathering storms in creaking Gothic mansions was your idea of fun. Despite the bolted doors, I jumped at each crack of thunder. My sheet music would remain unread, 'Ain't Misbehavin'' unlearnt. "A bit thick, Jeeves, what?" I ventured.
Jeeves stood tall by the casement, looking out through the streaming rain. "The lightnings exalt the sky, sir," he said.
"One of yours?"
"Alas," said Jeeves, "no."
Outside, something howled. The front door crashed aside. “It can't be -”
Eyes wide, Jeeves said, “But it is-”
I clutched at him.
“Aunt Agatha!”

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No idea what that was, really, I never wrote drabbles much.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Cute!

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

What that was was hilarious.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oooh! Well done! Reminds me of the silly but suspenseful 'Young Frankenstein' somehow.

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Drabble: Jeeves and The Turn of the Screw

I am not given to lapses where Bertram's safety is concerned. But there was no reason to expect anyone to burst in upon us and it had become imperative that I share his couch. Tiptoeing in, I settled myself on the edge of the bed.

"Bertram?"

"Jeeves? What's the time?"

"Three o'clock in the morning, sir."

"Is the house on fire? And stop sir-ing me."

"No, Bertram. I merely felt in need of your company."

"Well, hop on in, old thing. T. of the S. get to you at last, did it?"

I did not dignify this with a response.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Poor Jeeves! Hopefully they get to snuggle....

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Hee hee. Nothing of the kind, of course. Entirely other reason. Of some sort. Yes.
*applauds* Nicely done!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: Retribution

Spode, smirked drowsily, dropping upon the edge of his bed. Spode’d shown Bertie Wooster the consequences of dallying with the affections of his delicate flower, dear little Madeline; he’d been warned!. The sound thrashing would teach the bounder, though Spode hadn’t meant to go quite that far. The little worm would recover, or so his valet—Jeeves?—informed everyone that evening when helping to serve cocktails.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, Spode wondered if he was dreaming when Jeeves slipped in silently, locking the door.

“Might I have a word, Lord Sidcup?” he murmured, unfolding Spode’s own straight razor.

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(It’s not exactly in line with the prompt, but I think this still counts as horror, in general – at least for Spode.)

[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

Sinister Jeeves is scarily plausible. Quid pro quo, Lord Sidcup...

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Why can I see Jeeves being exactly like the crazed fuck with the red sneakers in Sin City? "Touch my employer again, and I will cut you in ways that will make you useless to a woman."