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)
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.
Your mission: Dreary weather. Write the boys staying in because it's too slushy/rainy/cold/miserable fucking hot to go outside.
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Date: 2013-05-11 12:25 am (UTC)Ours was a cottage of the kind reproduced on chocolate-boxes and hotel walls. A mile to the nearest inn, eight to a repair-shop, no telephone in sight. Unfortunate, for the two-seater was crippled with respiratory sickness and the rain freezing, ceaseless and waspish.
I boiled with indignation, then boredom. Finally, restless, I demanded that we move.
“The rain precludes it, sir,” said Jeeves.
"I'm bored, Reg, so bored...”
He smiled, indulgently. “Into each life some rain must fall,” he said, “Yet life is neither dark nor dreary in your presence, Bertie Wooster.” Gathering me into his arms, he carried me upstairs.
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Date: 2013-05-11 02:09 pm (UTC)