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Post by April on Apr 12, 2014 22:43:37 GMT
On hold temporarily.
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Post by April on Apr 12, 2014 22:44:12 GMT
Drabble Prompts Here:
Day One - Spring Cleaning:
Day Two - Your character makes a discovery while going through their attic.
Day Three - Your character enjoys a vacation or tries to.
Day Four - Your character decides to try something new.
Day Five - Unexpected snowfall in the spring
Day Six - People have been staring at your character all day and they can't figure out why.
Day Seven- Your character suspects their significant other of cheating, but is surprised to find out the truth.
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Post by katiekat784 on May 3, 2014 16:57:23 GMT
I forget are drabbles 500 or 6000 words because mine's 550.
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Post by katiekat784 on May 3, 2014 16:58:37 GMT
oops, I meant 600 not 6000.
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Post by April on May 3, 2014 19:55:14 GMT
I forget are drabbles 500 or 6000 words because mine's 550. They are typically 500, but 550 doesn't sound too bad. (= |
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Post by katiekat784 on May 4, 2014 3:21:52 GMT
I forget are drabbles 500 or 6000 words because mine's 550. They are typically 500, but 550 doesn't sound too bad. (= Thanks  |
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Post by April on May 13, 2014 22:37:51 GMT
Sorry the drabbles aren't going up exactly every day. Hope to see some awesome stories though!
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Post by annber03 on May 30, 2014 8:23:49 GMT
Have a few drabbles to share! I posted them in my author thread as well, to keep them all together.
Drabble prompt used: Your character makes a discovery while going through their attic.
Link: writersassemble.boards.net/thread/16/annber03s-author-thread?page=1&scrollTo=166
Fanfiction or original? Fanfiction.
Fandom (if fanfiction) "Criminal Minds".
Genre: Friendship/Romance-ish...?
Rating: K.
“Thanks for helping me out again, Reid,” JJ said, her voice straining slightly as she picked up the last heavy box.
“No problem.” He frowned as he saw JJ struggling, and ran over to help her carry the box up the stairs to the attic. Finally, upon reaching the door, JJ saw an opportunity.
“I need to sit down a moment,” she said. Lowering the box to the ground, she plopped down on top of it. “Whew. Ah, that feels good.” She glanced around the small attic space. “I cannot believe I actually managed to cram all this in here.”
“Are you going to leave it all here?”
“I dunno. Maybe I’ll have a garage sale soon or something. Depends on what I want to keep.” She began to rub her feet as Reid cautiously stepped around and over all the boxes that crowded the room. His eyes then landed on an old computer desk – a big one, too, that took up at least half the attic space.
JJ noticed him looking at the desk. “That I know I’m thinking of giving to Garcia. I just don’t have any more room for it here now.” Reid nodded.
“I think she’ll definitely like it.” There was a brief silence, then, “Hey, JJ?”
“Yeah?”
“Who’s CJ?”
JJ whipped her head around. Reid was now carefully studying the wood top. JJ waited a minute, before sighing and forcing herself up. She winced as she hobbled over to the desk, watching Reid’s hand run along the initials carved within. His hand lingered over the “JJ” that was closer to the edge of the desk, before running a finger back up above those initials to the ones he’d first noticed.
“Who’s CJ?” he asked again, looking up at her.
“Just…some guy…” she murmured. Reid raised his eyebrows in curiosity, a small smirk on his face.
“Some guy…”
“All right. His name was Colin Jameson. He was my first serious boyfriend in college. We found it funny our last names started with a J for some reason, and being silly one day we…carved our initials into the desk.” She glanced back down at the scrawlings. “I can’t believe I’d forgotten about them. Guess it’d be pointless to give Garcia the desk now.”
“I could take it.”
JJ raised an eyebrow. “Spence. You don’t even own a computer.”
He shrugged. “I can find other uses for it.”
“You want a desk with some other guy’s initials carved in it?”
“Yours are there, too.” He looked back at the “CJ”. “I can always change them to mine. I’m really good at altering letters.” He smiled proudly as he said this, and she just shook her head, chuckling in response.
“Do whatever you want, Spence.”
Later that week, Reid was doing his own framing stance. Perfect. He went over to his new desk. Notepads and envelopes for his letters on the top shelf, a few books on the bottom one, a picture of the entire team across from the notepads, and his address book.
His eyes then traveled to the newly scrawled “SR”. It looked rather awkward, especially next to JJ’s neatly written initials. Seems appropriate. Reid flipped through his address book, finding JJ’s phone number.
Maybe tomorrow, he’d finally work up the nerve.
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Post by annber03 on May 30, 2014 8:24:54 GMT
Drabble prompt used: Your character enjoys a vacation or tries to. Link: writersassemble.boards.net/thread/16/annber03s-author-thread?page=1&scrollTo=166Fanfiction or original? Fanfiction. Fandom (if fanfiction) "Criminal Minds". Genre: Humor. Rating: K. She was tired. So, so very tired. It should’ve been so simple and easy. Garcia, and the team at large, had been very surprised upon finding out they would be getting the Memorial Day weekend off. She’d hoped to have a get-together with the others, but everybody wound up having their own plans. Hotch would take Jack to see Beth, Rossi went to his cabin, JJ and Will were making a family weekend out of it, Reid was going to fly to Vegas... And Morgan! She’d hoped to count on Morgan, but no, he made plans with Savannah. Even Sam was unavailable for her. No matter. I can have fun all by myself, too. On Saturday, upon finding out her own air conditioning was on the fritz, she’d planned to go to a nice, cool movie theater for a couple hours. There wasn’t really much there she was absolutely dying to see, but a mindless blockbuster wouldn’t hurt… Two hours later, a couple people exiting the theater grumbled about wanting their money back. Garcia couldn’t exactly argue with them, as she tossed her lukewarm drink and way too salty popcorn in the trash. On Sunday, the temperature had cooled a little. A day at the park would be nice! An hour later, she was running to her car, soaked to the bone from the rain that fell, and once inside her car she began muttering about parents needing to pay better attention to where their kids were running as she tried desperately to wipe the strawberry ice cream off her new skirt. And the screeching. Dear god, the screeching… Note to self: Find music to play to get that sound out of my head.On Monday, the temperature shot back up again. No rain. The local pool was now open for business. Did she dare? Things actually went well. The water was nice and cold, and there were very few kids running around, and Garcia was more than happy to just lay back on her floaty device, getting a nice bit of tan (after having put on the proper sunscreen, of course) and letting her fingers and toes play around in the refreshing water. She faintly heard a woman giggling off in the distance. A really annoying giggle, too. Very loud and squealing. Then she heard it. That voice. That very familiar voice. Garcia lifted her shades. No. It can’t be. Not here.
Damnit. Kevin Lynch had shown up. With that Gina girl. He had an arm around her, was muttering something in her ear, and whatever he said was apparently just the funniest thing in the world to her. Garcia tumbled off her floaty and made her way to the other end of the pool, glancing back every so often as she quietly sneaked out and stalked off. Tuesday morning, Garcia could already hear everyone else laughing and reliving their weekend stories as she made her way to the office. Morgan was just finishing up his tale of his romantic weekend with Savannah. “Hey, Baby Girl!” Morgan greeted her jovially as he saw her enter through the door. “How was your weekend?” “Shut up, Morgan.”
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Post by annber03 on May 30, 2014 8:27:58 GMT
Drabble prompt used: Unexpected snowfall in the spring
Link: writersassemble.boards.net/thread/16/annber03s-author-thread?page=1&scrollTo=166
Fanfiction or original? Original.
Fandom (if fanfiction) N/A.
Genre: Romance.
Rating: K.
“Is this seriously happening?” Sarah pulled back the curtain, eyes wide, as she saw the scene unfolding outside.
“It is.” Amelia stood next to her, snapping photos, a small flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach.
It was May 1st. And it was snowing. Not just a simple dusting, either. Measurable snow.
Sarah grumbled as she searched for her winter coat in the closet. “I cannot believe I am seriously having to dig this thing out. Where the hell are my boots?” Amelia continued to half listen to Sarah’s ramblings as she stared at the new fallen snow.
“…have to clean off my windshield…hope the car actually starts…of course you don’t have to work today…”
Finally bundled up and ready, Sarah grabbed her keys from where they hung by the door, and stormed out. Amelia just shook her head. She wasn’t naïve. She knew that this weather wasn’t going to be welcomed by the townspeople in general. As the day wore on she could see people shoveling, as she walked down to the corner store around lunchtime she heard them griping because it was May, for chrissakes, and it was Iowa, and it shouldn’t be snowing anymore, and boy, was everyone ready for spring!
Amelia didn’t participate in the rants. She gave her half smiles if she ran into someone who made note of the weather, laughed along with them at the craziness of it all.
And when Sarah returned home later that day, moaning about how the plows had pushed all the snow up on her car as they passed by and it took her a half hour to brush it all away and dig her tires out of it, Amelia simply nodded her head and listened in sympathy.
Later that night, however, after she’d retired to bed, Amelia pulled out a letter from her bottom drawer.
My love,
I hope this letter finds you well. Things are going good here. My job is taking off and I’m starting to get the money together that we need.
I have some good news. I think I have found a place for us. It’s not very big, but then again, we don’t need anything too huge, do we? Just a cozy little place for the two of us to hide away in on those snowy nights is more than enough for me.
Amelia shivered happily at the thought. It had become a running joke between them – every year when she would go to meet up with him, it would always be snowing. Didn’t matter that it was late April or early May…it was also the mountains of Colorado, and Mother Nature was always rather late in bringing spring to that part of the country.
Anyway, I can show you our new place this weekend when you visit. I cannot wait to see you again, my darling. A year is too long between visits.
All my love,
Christopher
Amelia looked out her bedroom window. The snow had long ago stopped falling, now it simply covered the ground, sparkling as the moonlight shone down on it.
Christopher was going to love this story.
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Post by annber03 on May 30, 2014 8:32:27 GMT
Final one  !
Drabble prompt used: People have been staring at your character all day and they can't figure out why.
Link: writersassemble.boards.net/thread/16/annber03s-author-thread?page=1&scrollTo=166
Fanfiction or original? Fanfiction.
Fandom (if fanfiction) "Community".
Genre: Mystery/Sci-Fi.
Rating: K.
Britta frowned.
Something was wrong.
She was used to being joked about, made fun of. Normally, she shrugged it off. Yeah, she was a little weird, but who wasn’t? She’d rather be an individual than one of the sheep who happily conform to everything, anyway…
…and there was Jeff’s voice telling her to shut up. You shut up, Jeff.
Anyway, normally the looks didn’t bother her. But today? Today they were even more pointed than usual. Eyes grew as wide as saucers when she passed by, there were loud yet unintelligible whispers…even a jaw dropped here and there.
What was going on?
Britta ran to the ladies’ room, double checking herself. Her hair looked fine. There weren’t any stains on her clothes. No food stuck in her teeth. She didn’t have a few squares of toilet paper sticking out of her shoe, or a “Kick me” sign placed anywhere.
So what the hell was the big deal?
Finally, she stepped out, only to run smack dab into Jeff. He immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her away to a quiet corner of the school.
“Whoa, Jeff, slow down, where’s the fire?” Britta asked impatiently.
“Thank god I found you. I’ve been worried sick!”
Britta’s eyebrows shot up. “You have? Why?”
Jeff looked at her in amazement. “You don’t know?”
“No…?” She paused. “Wait. Does this have something to do with why everyone’s been staring at me all day?”
“Uh, yeah!”
“Jeff, just tell me what’s going on already.” She folded her arms, waiting for an explanation.
“Okay…don’t freak out…but…” Jeff looked around quickly before leaning in and whispering. “There are clones of us here. Evil clones.”
Britta stared blankly at Jeff. “Have you lost your mind?” she finally asked.
“No! I didn’t believe it either, at first, but then Abed started talking about that darkest timeline stuff and his evil clone is apparently running around trying to conspire to take over Greendale.”
“Did you see this happen?”
“Well, no, but…”
“So again I ask: have you lost your mind?”
“Britta, please! You have to believe me! The other students are going to tear you apart! They think we’re the evil clones!”
“What on earth would make them think that?”
“Because the evil clones look too obviously evil for people to believe they’re evil. They think we’re secretly the bad guys and we’re just putting on an innocent front.”
“…uh-huh…” Britta said slowly, backing away from her friend. “Yeah. That’s great. You just go ahead and talk to Abed about that, and I’m just going to pretend this conversation never happened.” She turned and dashed down the corner.
“Britta? BRITTA! Damnit!” Jeff exclaimed, banging his hand against the wall. He went back off in search of Abed.
Meanwhile, Britta was moving quickly down the hall, glancing back behind her every couple steps or so. She rounded another corner, only to find a familiar face.
“Annie! Oh, thank god! I need your help. It’s about Jeff.”
Annie slowly came towards Britta, and Britta’s stomach began to drop at her friend’s creepy smile.
Then everything went black.
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Erm, yeah, this one makes a bit more sense if you've seen the show, LOL. Or maybe not.
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Post by April on May 30, 2014 21:04:56 GMT
Fantastic!
I'll add some more drabble prompts asap.
I've lost internet and such so it made it hard.
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