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Weekly Drabble Challenge
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, should you choose to accept it:
A world in which everyone is centaurs. Just because.
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Bertie pattered into the flat, grin shining full-force upon Jeeves as the valet whisked away coat, hat, and whangee. “I trust your outing—sir?”
“You noticed!” Bertie exclaimed with a dapper prance in a quick circle.
Restrained horror was subtly evident all over the Jeevesian map, and his slightly laid-back ears. “Someone’s done something atrocious to your waistcoat and… there’re strange things… upon your hooves.”
“Oh, pish!” Bertie oh-pished, waggling his fore-hoof. “Paisley weskit and spats. Quite the thing on the continent.”
Jeeves managed not to paw the carpet with the hoof he’d raised, but only just. “But… paisley, sir?”
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