The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!

[haunted_by_bbm]

Hi girlie - did you have a nice 4th.  Didn't see you yesterday.

Merrily

Very nice.  Thanks.   

[grieving_pln]

Grieving


“Buy you a drink?” 

“Got a drink.”

“It’s about empty.”

“Came here to be alone.” 

“Folks don’t come to a bar to be alone, friend.  Want solitude, go to a library.  Don’t look too comfortable, though.  Why you even here?”

“Just enjoyin’ my drink, friend.  Don’t want no conversation.”

The man pressed, something about the worn and weary cowboy tugging at his heart.  “S’okay...” 

The stranger’s voice had a kind tone Ennis couldn’t bear. 

Rising to leave, Ennis dropped his glass, mumbling something under his breath that only the heavens would understand.  “You aint got no business soundin’ like that.”

100 Words   

[haunted_by_bbm]

Very good - precise.  I'm going to have to try that next.
BTW, I posted a fanfic on J&E today.  My first.

Merrily

Cool.  I'll check it out.   
C* 

[ifyoucantfixit]

          Ive seen you around Grieving plain.  But i dont remember you here..it is great to have you with us.  It is alway great when new people join us here.  I liked your melancholy and sad story...

Rising to leave, Ennis dropped his glass, mumbling something under his breath that only the heavens would understand.  “You aint got no business soundin’ like that.”
                                                                                                  janice

[Penthesilea]

Janice I still can't find it.  Maybe I am just missing it.  Can you tell me the date it was done?  That might help.

Thanks.

Merrily

Here it is:

Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on February 06, 2007, 11:28:33 PM
   "  Thats the last of it Jack."
   "  Did you get my pot.."
   "  Your pot?..we smoked it"
   "  Not that pot."
   "  My pot pot!"
   "  What pot pot?"
   "  The pot i grow the pot in."
   "  Ya brung that with ya?"
   "  Yep"
   "  What in gods name for Jack fuckin Twist?"
   "  jus in case Lureen might find it."
   "  So ya grow yer own pot, in a pot?"
   "  Yeah ,,what about it."
   "  Heloise says you have to match the size of the plant to the
      size ah the pot,,,!  So i bought this big ole clay pot..  dang,
      im hoping this dam pot  gits as big as the pot i put it in".

[ifyoucantfixit]

                      Cheers

                 Thanks Chrissi

[ifyoucantfixit]

         How about these for today?

                Mail or Post Office
                Gift
                Worn out Shoes

           have fun
         

[mariez]

. . .      Room after room, shelf after shelf, book after book, more words than he’d spoke his whole life. 
    The combined wisdom of mankind, he’d heard; Words are power his momma had told him, but where were the words that would bring back Jack?
100 words

Well, you did do it again, Clyde.  A perfect drabble.  Sometimes you really can't fix it.   

Visit

 . . .
“You mighty cocky.”

“I’ll show you cocky.”

“That was my plan.”

Okay, so I seem to remember someone saying they couldn't write AU and they weren't sure about doing humorous stuff - but that couldn't possibly have been you, right?!   


Merrily where did you post your fanfic?  I'd love to read it.   

Grieving
. . . .
The stranger’s voice had a kind tone Ennis couldn’t bear. 

Rising to leave, Ennis dropped his glass, mumbling something under his breath that only the heavens would understand.  “You aint got no business soundin’ like that.”

Grieving_pln, I believe I've read some of your drabbles before and have admired your work.  This is beautiful and profound. So glad to have you here! 


Oh, yeah, Janice's "pot" drabble belongs in the Drabble Hall of Fame!   


Marie

[Lumière]

Greetings everyone!
A dabble...

Close

Welcome to Riverton.
He saw the sign and smiled.
He shifted nervously in the driver’s seat.
His heart was pounding,
probably pumping more blood
than his body could contain.
His hands grew sweaty;
his breathing, uneven.
His feet felt hot and crowded
in his worn-down boots.
The familiar stir returned,
the heat in his chest,
the warmth in his loins -
they took over his senses.
Ennis was close.
He could feel it.
Every fiber of his being hummed
like a taut guitar string.
He spotted the laundromat,
half a block away.
He stopped the truck,
needing to still himself,
to no avail.
His mouth grew drier,
his heart raced faster.
Ennis was so close.
You Bet.

[mariez]

Greetings everyone!
A dabble...

Close
 . . . .
Ennis was so close.
You Bet.

Damn, I love that!  The pounding, the humming, the racing - and we know the greeting he's going to get!  You Bet, indeed!   

Marie