Two Day Drabble Challenge...

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We've not had a drabble challenge for a long... time (wow, April 2008!) - bite-sized pieces of the lads, telling us their story in exactly one hundred words... I thought it might be about time to have another go. (And maybe I've been inspired by all the gorgeous Friday Lads pics out there, too... *g*)

We can either... wing it (drabble about anything you like!) or play in a drabble tree (where the word that starts your drabble should be the word that ended someone else's), or ask for prompts to set us off, or have a go at icon-drabbles (write a drabble based on an icon that someone either volunteers, or that you use, or that someone requests, or... *g*) or... the world is our gorgeous lads-type lobster!

We had twenty drabbles for the April 2008 drabble tree, and more than fifty for the February 2008 Two Day Drabble Challenge... what do you think, can we come up with that many this time?

And for those not sure, a drabble is a complete story written in 100 words - it's not just a snapshot of the lads, it tells a story... Ernest Hemingway famously wrote one in 6 words: "For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn." but we're a bit more easy-going than that... *g*

Here's one that was written earlier - by kiwisue in fact, for an older drabble challenge - and if you start there are then just keep hitting the "previous" button, you'll find many many more if you'd like some examples...

Jump right in and post them to the comm - no trailers or other info required, just 100 words of the lads - deadline midnight in your time zone on Sunday night (and if you've moved to Pago Pago, where they just happen to have the very latest time-zone of all, then that's fine too... one day someone really will post from there, and I'll be soooo excited... *g*)

Now let's go forth and drabble! Would anyone like to play? *g*

drabble challenge: Let Them Eat Cake

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Really? I'm first? :O Let me know if I've done it wrong...



Let Them Eat Cake

by Allie


Gunfire.

Behind their tank-like car, Bodie held his gun muzzle-up. “Could’ve really gone for that chocolate cake.”

Betty’s birthday: and she was sharing.

Doyle frowned. “It’ll keep!”

“Anson’ll get it.”

Bodie and Doyle lunged up at the same time, firing; ducked back before the return volley.

“All that chocolate...”

Bullets thudded into the car.

“Then let’s finish this!”

Bodie’s mouth hardened. “Right. Cover me.”

He lunged from cover, running low, firing all the way.

Doyle threw down a rain of cover fire.

But it wasn’t bloody enough.

#

Doyle baked a huge double-chocolate cake.

Even in hospital, Bodie ate too much.

drabble challenge: Feline

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Feline

by Allie



“You can’t keep that cat, Doyle.”

Doyle’s mouth slanted, eyes squeezing partway shut. He stroked from gray tabby head to energetic tail. The cat rubbed against his tilted chin.

Bodie crossed his arms. “He’ll scratch your eyes out in your sleep. You’ll forget to feed him and he’ll die.”

“She.”

“She?”

“She’ll die. And she won’t. I’ll feed her.”

Purring, the cat kneaded Doyle’s jeans.

Bodie gripped Doyle’s shoulder, leaning closer. “And when you go undercover?”

“You’ll feed her.”

Bodie’s chin lowered. “She’s a terrorist’s cat, Ray.”

Doyle grinned fiercely. “So? You were a mercenary.”

Bodie tsk’d. “That’s just catty.”