Drabble tree!

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

I need to kickstart myself into getting some stuff written, and I thought a drabble tree would be the perfect way to do it. We've had a couple of these here before, but for those who haven't participated 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 writing 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!



"There's been some misunderstanding," Rimmer told the scantily clad identical twins.

"Not at all," one of them grinned.

"This is your order," the other supplied, opening the pizza box between them.

"Yes, well..." Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander. "I must have taken the wrong disc."

The curly haired boys laughed in unison. "It's all right; we'll handle everything."

"Yeah Dave," the other added, "just relax and..."

"Hang on; Dave??"


Lister yelled at him for hours for breaking the AR-disc, but Rimmer didn't care. You couldn't see the label on the disc, now.

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[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

Lister yelled at him for hours for breaking the AR-disc, but Rimmer didn't care. One glimpse into that game had been enough to infuriate him. He'd expected the usual fare; femme fatales, big busted Viking warriors, California beach bunnies- but what he'd found was just unacceptable.

It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough. Short, mousy, bookish, with pert little tennis ball tits, but lacking the all important class and intellect that had always been what had kept Lister at bay.

Rimmer had broken down her code, sneering in glee as he destroyed her file, and then, with a fresh wave of indignant righteousness, corrupted the .exe file.

Lister had sworn to him that he was as good as human, after all. Rimmer knew that there was no comparing himself to a sprite or an android, but Lister had no right to continually blur the line like this. If Rimmer didn't keep this nonsense in check, Lister might start to believe the damn things were alive.

It was so like Lister to be an ungrateful twat, he mused, setting down his teacup and stiffly crossing his legs. He was only doing his job, after all; keeping him sane! It was for his own good.

Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander.

[laurenthemself]

Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander. Pizza always reminded him of McGruder; he suspected Lister had picked the meal just to irritate him. It was so like him to plan his every action around annoying Rimmer. There were the obvious ones, like his incessant humming and his constant chirpy optimism – nobody was naturally that bubbly – and then there were the less obvious ones, like the way he was currently sucking melted mozzarella off his fingers.

Rimmer looked away and told himself firmly that it was just McGruder’s memory that was getting him hard.