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A Drabble fever - share yours.
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Feb 05, 2014 12:29PM
More good ones. I've told you before about messing about with a Ouija board Frenchie, that drabble is scary.
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Ah, some steaminess first thing in the morning :-)
Sinister, I like it :-) I'm enjoying this series and I'm eager to see how it develops.
Ah, so there are more like her. Interesting.
That's how I wrote Conversations, I knew the beginning (as it follows the first book) and I knew where it ended. The journey of writing what came in between was a lot of fun :-)Michael
The latest in the Drabble Classics series has been posted in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter (you can subscribe on their website for a daily drabble and Kindle bargains: www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk), in this drabble I celebrate an author who is considered by many to be the father of science fiction and that is Jules Verne and picking which book of his to feature was hardly a choice at all!
If you haven't read the rest of the Drabble Classics series then you can do so here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/d...
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
A mysterious beast strikes upon the high seas and an expedition hunts down the creature. During the battle three crew are lost in the waves. They discover no monster, instead a vessel of unusual manufacture.
They meet Captain Nemo, the master of the Nautilus, a submarine constructed with cunning artifice to explore the oceans deep. On a grand voyage they witness marvels hidden beneath the waves, battle against giant squid and sink a ship from Nemo’s exiled land.
In a depression he sails for the sea’s own storm and the three find freedom as the Nautilus vanishes off Norway’s shore.
Frenchie wrote: "Very nice, O Master of Drabbles. I have pinned it so, it got twitted and facebooked at the same time. Techonology is a wonderful thing but I have given up on the rest. I'll stick with Pinterest. Mu..."Thanks! You're becoming a dab hand yourself :-)
I'm writing the next one in the series and it's proving quite a challenge.
It's Poe's 'The Raven' and I've just submitted it to IBB, so will be posted in due course. It's probably the hardest drabble I've done so far, mainly because it's a poem (although so is Paradise Lost, but I know that so well it was easy to extract the core of it).I was tempted to try and write it as a poem, but I decided to just hint at some of the rhyme.
I'm not a fan of serials, I'll wait for the complete collection.The Raven was tricky partly because of the atmosphere, but also because the language Poe uses is integral to the understanding of the story, it's also about a descent into darkness (a common theme of Poe's).
My latest standalone drabble has been posted in today's Indie Book Bargains newsletter, you can sign up for the daily newsletter on their website: www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk.For fans of drabbles and other forms of short fiction you can join the Facebook group I've set up, it's also a good place for writers to show off their work in those forms.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/short...
You can read my other drabbles here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/d...
Just One Question
The penitent knelt with her head bowed in the confessional. The dark wood shrouded her in forbidding shadow as she waited in expectant silence. She’d never had to wait for so long after confessing her sins, although she’d worked really hard at them for this occasion.
Eventually the priest’s stern voice filtered through the latticed divider.
“You have sinned against the church, sinned against your family and most importantly, you have sinned against yourself. Your penance will be most severe.”
The pennant smiled.
“Will it hurt Father?”
And then in a more plaintive tone.
“Will it hurt just a little?”
Shoukd smug be snug?And I find this offensive to wolves ;-)
We're lurking :-)I let mine get posted in the IBB newsletter first.
As most of mine are, this is inspired by what happened to me on the bus today:And Ode to the Late Bus
I am surprised that my ears aren't bleeding yet.
The constant screaming of the other kids is like a horn in my ear. When will it ever end? Who knows. Not any time soon, that's for sure.
They are screeching like monkeys and squaking like birds. Sometimes you forget that they're supposed to be in eighth grade. Sometimes you forget that in other classes, they are actually quiet. 'Why there and not here?' you ask.
I thought that my obnoxious Italian class was canceled and I would have quiet today, but this is truly just as bad.
Welcome to hell!
Yes, but it fits. I'm pretty sure "scares the poo out of me" just won't work. If you really don't like it, you could change sh*t to 'wits'
Nice one Frenchie and I agree with Suze, sometime a profanity is what you need :-)As part of the Bloody Valentine Blog Hop I'll be posting some of my darker relationship drabbles, but get the day going here's one of my favourites:
A Mask for every Occasion
I learned at a young age that to blend in with herd provides greater advantage than standing out. Before my balls dropped it became obvious to me that attracting attention would hamper my destined purpose.
The trick is to be like them, to wear the same masks they do. They don't realise they're wearing masks, but that only makes the deception easier.
Whatever I do I wear the appropriate mask. I once thought the mask for work was the hardest to maintain, now I know it is the one for my wife.
No matter, she'll soon see me without it.
My latest is up on Drablr. Well, I say latest, I think I first wrote it back in 1999...Doctor Who and the Spinning Terror!
The launderette was almost empty when the stranger burst in. He looked around, confused.
'The Vardrath must have used a hallucination field,' he muttered.
'I deny this reality!' he boomed, spreading his arms wide and displaying gleaming white teeth, scarf flapping in clouds of steam billowing from a broken dryer.
An elderly lady stopped stuffing threadbare socks into her bag long enough to point out the spaceship across the street. Two humanoid lizards lounged in the doorway, sharing a cigarette.
'Bugger,' muttered the stranger, 'what a waste of a great move.' He dashed out.
'Bloody students,' snorted the old lady.
They are in the IBB queue, where I saw one of yours today :-)
I'm glad you both enjoyed it Michael and Frenchie :)I must send something to IBB again some day soon.
The queue for posting in IBB can be quite long.
It was a couple of months last time for me, and I imagine the queue has only got longer.
The toddler one is simple and very effective.
I miss having time to come and read. Homework and kid combo is killing me slowly lol. But here is a quick one i wrote the other day....Noises
I sit there and wait. Click-click, click-click, click-click, and it just keeps going. My head… the pressure is building. Although I know it isn’t, that damned noise seems to get louder and louder with every second passing. I just need to move and it will stop.
I can’t. I have to wait. I’m already anxious to go, it seems like I have sat here forever. It wouldn’t be so bad if not for that tiny, God-forsaken, obnoxious sound… I tell myself to hold on. It won’t be much longer and I can go, and that damned turn signal will stop!
Thanks. I was actually without kids for 2 days and found myself stuck at the light, with no radio, and realized just how loud the car can be lol
Another good one. Frenchie, your imagination is beginning to scare me :-))
Haha better to leave it to everyone's imagination lol. I would not have given him the sleeping pills though ;-0
The Evil Librarian
All I wanted was to get a book.
I walked down the street to the library, and browsed for a while until I found the one that I wanted.
Then, I went to the counter, and handed it to the librarian. She handed it back to me, but not without making sure it was perfect, as if I was to destroy it, and she would be able to blame me. She then looked me in the eye, and said, "It's due on March 16," with the most evillest of glare and attitude.
She's a librarian from hell, might I say!
Frenchie wrote: "Emma wrote: "The Evil Librarian
All I wanted was to get a book.
I walked down the street to the library, and browsed for a while until I found the one that I wanted.
Then, I went to the coun..."
Yeah, it was really funny. I got Chocolat today from my library and she thought that I was some reckless young lass who doesn't take care of books. Eh hem, why would someone like that even want to get a book from the library in the first place?
Dave wrote:- Yes, I see. Good idea, maybe that's what I'll do for her birthday.......a lot depends on how you will be dressed for the delivery of this "present". We know you've got imagination - we've read your Drabble and I'm reading your book...... but can you adapt it wisely, for this purpose????? lol
We aim to please (and hope our menfolk do the same in the ty-bach!)
According to Google it meansd 'little house', it can also mean outside loo.
I did warn you that you would have to get used to my Welshisms Dave and yes it does mean "little house" literally, but used the same as the word toilet, powder room, John etc would be used!! (it's not necessarily the outside loo that it's used for nowadays)
Frenchie wrote: Yes, but that does not explain something. Do you want the menfolk to put the lid down, then ? ...... at your age Frenchie, I thought you would have realised that men are different in their habits to us ladies. When we "tinkle" in the pan - there's not an aweful lot of chance that we could miss it. However, men stand up to "point Percy at the Porcelain" and sometimes "Percy" loses concentration and misses the pan altogether!!
The lid being up or down doesn't bother me - I can easily put it down if it's up!
Haha Flo there is not even a "sometimes" about it. More like all the time lol.
Frenchie wrote: "I honestly wish I never asked :-) You two are just the terrible twins. In the office , now! :) we need to talk!"They're both right though, especially when men have been to the pub. That's what I don't understand when I hear somebody insisting they are fit to drive when they've been drinking. They can't even aim at the bloody loo properly, let alone aim a car where it's supposed to be going.
.....think we're in trouble guys - I hope she doesn't beat us too badly this time. .,.. the bruises have only just faded from the last beating!!!
Well, in that case Frenchie, you can get your new prescription filled before any of us go anywhere near your office. Flo, is the lucky one if her bruises are fading, because I still have mine in glorious technicolor.
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