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The Bettermost Drabblefest: Please Join In!
mariez:
--- Quote from: jpwagoneer1964 on February 06, 2007, 12:53:28 pm ---Clay Pot ....
"Our pot". Ennis looked back.
"Our pot." Jack looked back, smiled proudly at Ennis.
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"Their" pot! Yeah!!!
--- Quote from: ifyoucantfixit on February 06, 2007, 04:32:39 pm --- ...
Hell! im lucky he didnt jus shoot me. Thought he might. But instead
he gis grunted and took off.
Oh man am i toast. I git het up ever time i see him. .....
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You really captured Jack, Janice!
Thanks! Marie
one_of_one:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 01, 2007, 11:15:35 pm ---
Since we are early on in the drabblefest, and everyone is learning their way, let's keep things light and easy. But I would like to remind folks....1) drabbles are supposed to be written in response to the prompts that are given; and 2) length is 100-300 words. While I am not going to truncate someone's story at exactly 300 words, it would be nice if you could stay in that range, ie +50/100 words over, max.
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100 words is a drabble, 200 words is a drouble and I'm not sure whether 300 is a trabble or a trouble! LOL But the original point to them before a drabble drifted to mean anything on the short side was to challenge the writer to say what they had to say with a restricted number of words.
From Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabble
Not that it matters, just thought I'd mention the "official" classification of drabbles, if anyone is interested. :)
haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: one_of_one on February 06, 2007, 07:00:12 pm ---100 words is a drabble, 200 words is a drouble and I'm not sure whether 300 is a trabble or a trouble! LOL But the original point to them before a drabble drifted to mean anything on the short side was to challenge the writer to say what they had to say with a restricted number of words.
From Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabble
Not that it matters, just thought I'd mention the "official" classification of drabbles, if anyone is interested. :)
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Oh, my '300-worders' are definitely 'trouble.' ;) lol
MaineWriter:
--- Quote from: one_of_one on February 06, 2007, 07:00:12 pm ---100 words is a drabble, 200 words is a drouble and I'm not sure whether 300 is a trabble or a trouble! LOL But the original point to them before a drabble drifted to mean anything on the short side was to challenge the writer to say what they had to say with a restricted number of words.
From Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabble
Not that it matters, just thought I'd mention the "official" classification of drabbles, if anyone is interested. :)
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Wow, Helen, I never knew that! Thanks for that info...
But for our little drabblefest, we'll stick with the 100-300 words guidelines...even if we are writing troubles!
Leslie
MaineWriter:
Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
Jack was in the kitchen, pushing down the lever on the toaster, when Ennis came it. “What’re ya doin’?” he asked.
“Makin’ myself a late night snack of toast and peanut butter,” said Jack. He peered into the toaster, waiting for it to pop, and when it did, no toast came out. “Oh damn,” he muttered, “stuck again. We need to buy a new toaster, Ennis, this thing’s a piece of shit.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a knife, sticking it in the toaster to fish out the bread.
“Jack, no! Don’t stick a knife in there…!” But before the words were out of his mouth, sparks flew and suddenly all the rooms on the first floor of the house went dark.
“Ah, shit. I must’ve blown a fuse.”
Ennis rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a flashlight. He clicked the switch but…nothing. “Goddamn, Jack, what’s wrong with the flashlight? Why ain’t the batteries workin’?”
“I don’t know. Here, lemme light this candle,” and with the whisk of a match, the circle of light illuminated the room.
“Gimme that, I’ll go change the fuse.” Ennis headed down the stairs to the basement.
Jack waited, but no lights came on. He heard swearing and then Ennis reappeared at the head of the stairs. “We don’t have the right fuckin’ fuse!” he yelled. “What kind of a house is this? No batteries? No fuses?”
“Calm down, babe,” said Jack, taking the candle from his hand. “We’ll go to town tomorrow and get all a this stuff…and a new toaster. Meanwhile, let’s go to bed.”
“Bed?”
“Yeah. We don’t need any lights for what we’re gonna do there.”
“Don’t you want your snack?”
“I ain’t hungry anymore,” said Jack with a wink.
(292 words)
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