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reddwarfslash2008-10-23 03:00 pm
kahvi.livejournal.com) wrote in reddwarfslash2008-10-23 03:00 pm
Drabble tree?
I had so much fun writing that drabble yesterday, that I thought I'd suggest a drabble tree. For those who've never participated in one before, here's how it works:
Below the cut is a drabble (100 words exactly). Anyone who wants to participate replies to this post with another drabble containing one of the sentences or phrases from the original drabble. The subject line should be the words you took. The next person should continue the trend, stealing a sentence or phrase and beginning their own.
Any particular drabble can be drawn from as many times as you want. If you don't feel like posting 100 words exactly, that's OK. Near-drabbles of approximately 100 words are fine too. It's about having fun, not exact definitions. ;)
Still confused? Here's one we did earlier!
Why hadn't they thought of this before? Holly controlled all of Rimmer's senses; turning off his hearing was 'easy-peasy', as she put it.
Now they sat in their quarters; Lister working his way through The Best Of Rasta Billy Skank from memory. He thrilled at the feel of strings beneath his fingers; the twangy sound of each chord. Then he noticed Rimmer.
The hologram sat, ogling Lister's moving fingers, his face flushed, his eyes wider than his nostrils. For some reason, he was crossing his legs.
"Holly, turn it on again," Rimmer mumbled. She did, and relief flooded his face.
Below the cut is a drabble (100 words exactly). Anyone who wants to participate replies to this post with another drabble containing one of the sentences or phrases from the original drabble. The subject line should be the words you took. The next person should continue the trend, stealing a sentence or phrase and beginning their own.
Any particular drabble can be drawn from as many times as you want. If you don't feel like posting 100 words exactly, that's OK. Near-drabbles of approximately 100 words are fine too. It's about having fun, not exact definitions. ;)
Still confused? Here's one we did earlier!
Why hadn't they thought of this before? Holly controlled all of Rimmer's senses; turning off his hearing was 'easy-peasy', as she put it.
Now they sat in their quarters; Lister working his way through The Best Of Rasta Billy Skank from memory. He thrilled at the feel of strings beneath his fingers; the twangy sound of each chord. Then he noticed Rimmer.
The hologram sat, ogling Lister's moving fingers, his face flushed, his eyes wider than his nostrils. For some reason, he was crossing his legs.
"Holly, turn it on again," Rimmer mumbled. She did, and relief flooded his face.
At last Rimmer gave up, rolled over, and joined in.
"But Ace," the newly-rescued princess cooed, "it's your due, as a hero!"
"I don't like this kind of thing..." Rimmer complained.
"Come, now," the princess purred, her hand in the jar of slippery substance, "you'll enjoy it."
At last Rimmer gave up, rolled over, and joined in. "Fine," he sighed, as she administered what might be a priceless bath of finest Sirian mud, but still smelled like dog poo, to his chest.
"Really," he told the sexy young princess, "I'm not interested."
Gritting his teeth, Lister went for it. "Really," he told the sexy young princess, "I'm not interested."
A single tear fell down the princess's cheek. "Then all is lost," she said, quietly. "Our planet will never be repopulated. It is all over." She faded away, leaving only the default AR-grid.
"Now," Rimmer beamed, "time for Napoleonic Strategy Festival III!"
Lister glared at him. "I hate that I love you."