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)

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. Thanks.

Crack

Inspired really by laeticiav 's frankly amazing post http://indeedsir.livejournal.com/1047082.html let's just go crazy. There are clearly ideas that should never really see the light of day (I refer again to the link) but that somehow make the world a better place. I can't say we won't be judgemental and proclaim you to be not, in fact, a genius but really a crazy madperson of the highest order. But hey - maybe we'll all get a laugh along the way. Dig deep people - dredge up that long surpressed idea - bring out into the light your crazy 4am dream (or nightmare), you'll find we're not easily shaken (of course don't let that stop you from trying).

I take no responsibility for the continued good mental health of anyone reading the following, I also absolve myself of any guilt for ongoing mental trauma suffered by the writers / artists as they give freedom and headspace to ideas that belong repressed for all eternity.

Comments

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Title: Science And A Certain Wooster

“Jeeves! Jeeves, I’ve done it at last!” Bertie shouted from his laboratory.

“Have you, sir?” Jeeves queried from the top of the stone stairs.

“YES! Reanimated dead tissue, Jeeves. I…” the last of the Woosters paused for effect, and to slide his goggles down to hang around his neck, “am a genius, old thing!”

“Indeed, sir.” Moving down the stairs at a sedate pace, Jeeves eventually shimmered to a halt near the large table at the centre of a wild variety of strange, still sparking equipment. He lifted one eyebrow a fraction of a millimetre. “Is that a goldfish, sir?”

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

Title: Rocky Horror Wooster Show (inspired by the previous drabble)


"Sir? Are you sure this is appropriate attire to receive guests?"

He checked make-up, stockings and corset in the mirror.

"I'm attractive enough, I hope!"

Crimson spread on his valet's cheeks. 

"Undoubtedly, Sir. I'll lead them here and I'll prepare the rooms. I dare say they'll be staying the night."

There was just the lightest trace of innuendo, but he immediately caught it, and moved closer.

"I hope so and if not, there's still my new young man." The heels made it easy to whisper in the valet's ear. "Remember, you're the one I'm going back to Transylvania with."

[hbomb90.livejournal.com]

All of Time and Space and Whatsit

“What... are those things?” Jeeves asked.
“Daleks, enemies of the entire universe, dashed unpleasant blighters if you must know.” The other gentleman replied, using the odd instrument shaped like a screwdriver to do... something to a hanging basket.
“They just... destroyed people. I...”
Strong hands suddenly seized his shoulders and Jeeves found himself staring into bright, fathomless, blue eyes.
“I know. And I’m sorry. But we will stop them.”
Jeeves nodded, oddly reassured.
The Gentleman grinned. “Jolly good!”
When it was over The Gentleman asked Jeeves to travel with him. Jeeves agreed, as long as The Gentleman changed his tie.

Drabble: Metaphor

[erynn999.livejournal.com]

The beast raised itself upon its hind legs and howled. I aimed the pistol I'd stolen, hoping to finish it before it got to Mr Wooster.

I fired three shots but it shrugged off the bullets as though they were gnats. It crouched, then leapt, and I threw myself on Bertram as he entered the room.

"Jeeves, what-" We hit the ground and rolled; he kicked the door closed and I heard the beast crash into it.

"Sir, it's a werewolf!"

"Dash it, Jeeves, that's Aunt Agatha! I told you she was a werewolf."

"I thought it a metaphor, sir."

[laeticiav.livejournal.com]

Photodrabble (with caption -- is that cheating?)

(http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll195/laeticiav/?action=view&current=f15a4afb.jpg)

"Jeeves, look at this. I think the fandom has finally lost it. Looks like the lot of them will be carted off to Colney Hatch pronto."
"It does seem inevitable, sir."
"Jeeves! Tentacles! (http://ohidosay.livejournal.com/277.html?thread=89109#t89109)"
"Most disturbing, sir."


(Yes, they're looking at this week's prompt. We are now in metacrack or possibly crack-inception).

[laeticiav.livejournal.com]

(Photoshop drabble, which isn't really a thing)
The question at this stage is really, how many levels of meta-crack can there be?

(http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll195/laeticiav/jeeves/?action=view&current=d9732368.jpg)

[wotwotleigh.livejournal.com]

Safety First

Jeeves stared at the thing as if he thought it would rear up at any minute and take a bite out of him.

"It is . . . pink, sir."

"Strawberry flavored, Jeeves!"

"And striated."

"Ribbed, for your pleasure."

Jeeves shuddered delicately.

"I've got another one that glows in the dark," I put in helpfully.

My man drew himself up to his full height. "Gentlemen do not have luminous members, sir," he said with a certain coolness.

"Ah, but what about this one made up to look like a tomato hornworm? Dashed clever, what?"

"No, sir."

"Oh, all right, Jeeves."

[wotwotleigh.livejournal.com]

Just Watch Out for Mothra, She's the Marrying Kind

"I say, Jeeves, rather jolly going out for a stomp around the old metrop, what?"

"Decidedly, sir. The weather is extremely clement."

"Yes, the buildings crunch dashed nicely under the old patent leathers on a day like this."

"Indeed, sir."

I tossed the contents of a water tower down the hatch. "Listen to the sirens, Jeeves."

"Very melodious, sir."

"The screams of the old unwashed as they scatter before us."

"Yes, sir."

"Just as long as that Godzilla bounder doesn't go shoving his oar in again."

"It is my understanding that he restricts his activities to Tokyo and environs, sir."

[laeticiav.livejournal.com]

A quick and dirty photshop-drabble thingummy Inspired by wotwotleigh's drabble above.

(http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll195/laeticiav/jeeves/?action=view&current=6360cb4a.jpg)

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Drabble: Unreal Fashion

Tucked down into a corner and sipping tea from a Dewar bottle, I sat my vigil. After a long while, the mannequin by the window moved, stretching its long arms and lightly hopping off its stand. I nearly choked. It clucked in disapproval at the sober attire I had given it, and stiffly walked to one of the mirrors, studying itself with its painted blue eyes. Fearing for my sanity, I watched as it went over to the neckwear, chirping happily as it plucked up a garish, deeply regrettable pink tie that had wormed its disgusting way into the inventory.