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)
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, your prompt is 'canary.' Bertie acquiring one, turning into one, meeting the Duke of Ramfurleigh (if that's the right spelling), whatever.
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Date: 2013-07-10 10:07 pm (UTC)Bertie looked over the handsome man with the oddly familiar name. “I say, your grace, aren’t you the cage bird chappy?”
“Yes.” He flushed a bit under his collar. “I did tell Sir Roderick I was a canary.”
Bertie passed over the B and S. “Bit odd, but then he insists that I’m a pansy.”
“Really?, the duke asked, interested.
Bertie grinned back. “Of course, the old chaps not all wrong.”
“Right o.” Ramfurleigh tossed back the drink. ”Why don’t we step to the back room? I’d love to pollinate you.”
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Date: 2013-07-11 03:35 am (UTC)I bet there's plenty of back rooms at the Drones where questionable shenanigans happen.
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Date: 2013-07-11 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-20 10:20 pm (UTC)^5
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Date: 2013-07-31 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-20 10:25 pm (UTC)There was something familiar about the tall bloke with the ginger beard slipping into the warehouse office with a finger to his lips. The chap’s identity was clinched when he crouched behind the chair Bertie was tied to, murmuring in a familiar low voice, “I advise you to keep quiet, sir.”
Bertie nodded, whispering, “I knew you’d find me, old thing!” As Jeeves untied him, Bertie babbled sotto voce, “The birds who snatched me from the cab are demanding I ‘make like a canary’ about a bag of ice and some johnny called Lefty Hanover; couldn’t fathom a word!”
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Date: 2013-07-31 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-31 12:54 am (UTC)“Oh sir,” Jeeves shied like a fawn faced with a particularly noisome skunk. “Are such,” he paused and swallowed. “Garments really advisable?”
Bertie drew up defiantly, knotted the canary yellow tie pointly, and then tucked it into the heliotrope paisley waistcoat. He meant it to sting. “Just so, Jeeves.” The masterly voice brooked no arguments. “Just so. Now, what are you planning to do with the young master?” He stepped out from behind the settee, grinning widely.
Jeeves hurriedly choked a laugh into a cough and moved to stroke the bare buttocks. “Dear sir, I believe I can manage something.”
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Date: 2013-11-26 10:09 pm (UTC)