Weekly Drabble Challenge
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indeedsir_backupRules:
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.
This week: Jelly and/or jealousy. Preferably 'and.' Bonus points for green jelly.
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Date: 2013-06-19 02:24 pm (UTC)(But I don't get the reference to green jelly - is that from a story I've not read yet?)
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Date: 2013-06-19 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-06-20 04:57 pm (UTC)To the Bassett’s joy, Anatole presented us with lime jelly for dessert. But her spoon slipped, depositing a quivering blob upon her blouse. Recalling the gnat-in-eye incident, and aware that Spode might at any moment return from the hallway, I offered her my napkin. She pushed it back at me. "I can’t see it, Bertie!” she squeaked indignantly. I realised that her lacy collar obscured the crash site.
Trapped, I retrieved the linen and dabbed gingerly, applying the caution of one snacking on the leftover gazelle put aside by a lion for his midnight snack. The door opened: Spode, back from the 'phone. Madeleine jumped, at which the foul stuff surrendered its perch upon her buttons and made a break for her cleavage. Seeing Spode's expression, I envied game-hunters in the African veldt, blithely unthreatened by untimely Dictators.
At the sight of green jelly dripping into Madeleine’s décolletage – and my hand resting upon her chest – Spode roared “Wooster, you miserable worm!”
I fled.
Jeeves caught me up on the stairs. “May I recommend the drainpipe, sir?”
“Oh, I think so, Jeeves; don’t you?”
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Date: 2013-06-20 11:14 pm (UTC)But poor Bertie!
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Date: 2013-06-22 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-06-20 11:13 pm (UTC)Reginald Jeeves turned an inscrutable face Woosterward. Bertie quailed visibly but carried on pluckily as was his wont. “I say, Jeeves, this is rather thick, what?”
“And how!” cried Rocky Todd, holding out the sticky green splot that marred the front of his favorite pajamas with the air of a man who found splots of all sorts to be equally as disturbing as donning evening dress. “Can I maybe cover this with a sweater?”
“No!!!” cried Jeeves and Bertie in unison. Their eyes met. An eyebrow quivered and a damask cheek damasked a roseate hue.
“Perhaps a quiet twill, sir?”
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Date: 2013-06-22 04:39 am (UTC)*giggling*
Fun!
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Date: 2013-06-22 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-07-03 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-22 04:41 am (UTC)Jeeves plonked down the green jelly as if he would put it through the table, leaving the stuff wiggling for minutes afterwards.
Miss Dickerson didn’t notice, too busy ogling a hole in the side of the Wooster onion.
“I say!” Bertie murmured, boggling at the retreating Jeevesian back for a moment before stammering, “E-excuse me, would you, Miss Dickingson… er… Dickerson?”
Not awaiting a reply, Bertie ankled it into the kitchen, trapping his stroppy man against the worktop and planting a sizzling smooch square on that stuffed-frog face. “Just a luncheon to humor Aunt A. You know I’m yours, Reg.”
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Date: 2013-06-22 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-01 11:26 pm (UTC)Thanks, m'friend!