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, five words: Lunar, Foil, Rabbit, Princess, Wednesday. Bonus points for using all five.
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Date: 2013-08-31 04:25 am (UTC)When it got dark, did a solar turn into a lunar? Or did it remain solar, blissfully unaware of the cosmic name-state mix-up that would cause a man looking for "the solar" to pass right on by with a tip-of-the-hat-and-pay-me-no-mind. The grey matter boggled. Unfortunately, it boggled just short of the requisite to distract Bertie from his cramping legs as he huddled, blasted silver rabbit chocolate pot digging into his back, inside the locked wicker linens chest that graced the darkened Bassett lunar. Solar. Room with glass walls.
Despite all the boggling, Bertie's ears pricked as the proverbial rabbit at the unmistakable soft footsteps of one R. Jeeves. Said manservant unlocked and opened the chest, staring down at yours truly with an unduly bemused expression.
"I take it you noticed the pea, sir?"
"The princess in question had considerably more than five sets of the old flaxen beneath her," Bertie replied testily before blushing at the realization that he had actually followed one of Jeeves' damned allusions. Well, it was dark.
"True, sir."
"Quick action was required to foil the attempts of Spode in regards to a certain blameless person and a certain croquet mallet."
"Undoubtedly, sir."
"Thought as to long-term sustainability was furthest from the mind."
"Yes, sir."
"Still," Bertie continued, stretching not unlike a cat recently let loose from a bag, "now that we've acquired the desired silver rabbit chocolate pot, all is again well in the Wooster sphere." Jeeves' eyes followed Bertie's contortions but the usual sparkle was nowhere seen on the premises.
"Jeeves, do I detect something of the adverse in your expression? Let's out with it."
"It merely occurred, sir, that we are engaged to stay fully through the next Tuesday and today," even the vim and vigorous Wooster form slipped a bit at the inevitable finish, "is only Wednesday."
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Date: 2013-09-03 10:11 pm (UTC)\o/
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Date: 2013-09-04 01:17 am (UTC):-D
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Date: 2013-08-31 07:04 pm (UTC)The corpus oozed slowly to life after a rabbit, er, rummy Wednesday, ah, Saturday supper. Wooster could barely foil, oil, that is, in the lunar princess, ah, luminescence, if that is the word I want.
“Your tea, sir.” Jeeves simpered, no, shimmered, over.
“What kind of day is it, Jeeves?”
“A clement Tuesday, sir,” said Jeeves. He meant it to sting. “Breakfast will be ready immediately. Kippered herrings…” Jeeves paused. “Sir?”
“Foil… that is…rabbit… ah… lunar princess,” Bertram gasped between heavings. “Dash it!”
“Very good, sir.” Jeeves patted the slender back and returned self to bed. “Perhaps a snuggle instead?”
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Date: 2013-09-01 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-03 10:17 pm (UTC)Question: Is Bertie sick? 'gasped between heavings' ?
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Date: 2013-09-03 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-01 12:48 am (UTC)I should have anticipated lunacy. It was Wednesday, and a midweek summons was never a blessed omen.
I bowed to the lady. Rather from a distance, as… well? There was a lot before me. Of lady, I mean.
“She’s here for an English husband. I’ve persuaded her that you will do.”
“Oh no. I can’t …” I backed away.
“Don’t be such a rabbit, Bertram!”
The lights went out. A hand gripped my collar.
I awoke in the car, headed to Paris.
“Thank you, Jeeves,” I gasped. Another engagement foiled.
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Date: 2013-09-01 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-01-15 07:46 am (UTC)“What-ho, Night Vale! Straight to the community calendar, beazels and birds. Remember, by edict of the City Council, our community calendar’s now a lunar calendar. In the first quarter, Night Vale Elementary will be collecting aluminium foil for their ‘Hats for the Homeless’ charity campaign. Tear off a bit of charity, and give, chaps and chapettes. At the dark of the moon, Night Vale Community Theatre’s production of ‘The Rabbit Princess’, a play by our own Mr. Festus Peters—you know, the head of our Department of Agriculture?—will begin. Opening curtain’s Wednesday at eight o’clock. More after… the weather (http://www.mediafire.com/download/unf74seywxk56kh/Popcorn+Sack+-Spike+Jones.mp3)."
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