#100 word drabble exercise

[inlocusmads]

s.n.o.w ~ maura, shannon

My 100 word insanity, more details here

wc: 173, strong language. unfortunately but it was super fun to write! Thank you for the prompt Elsa!

Prompt by @jerzwriter : "snow".

Maura groaned as she lifted her leg up. The wound, made by a couple of drone claws- sharp as nails, was bleeding profusely. “Shannon!” she yelled, tossing her backpack. “Can you get me some snow?”

Snow coats were enormously helpful. But Shannon came back with a bottle.

“The heck’s this?”

“Scientifically Numbing Opalescent Wellness Juice.”

“That's what you call it?”

“Yes. Don't question science. Drink up.”

“Is this supposed to help?”

“A lot. Helps numb the pain so we can treat the wound.”

“Right.”

Maura immediately passed out. Shannon motioned for her team of healers to take her to the infirmary.

“What was that?” Troy asked.

“Insanely alcoholic corn liquor. She's never going to take care of herself on her own or get rid of her I'll-put-a-bandage-on-everything solution.”

“Wouldn't she be upset that you lied?”

“I did say it numbs the pain.”

A pause.

“I don't know if I should be impressed or shit scared.”

“You should be.” Shannon flashed a pretty smile. “All right, let's get moving.”

***

#maura tauber #maura & shannon #wake the dead fics #100 word drabble exercise #shannon being a badass scientist is everything to me okay she can knock drones out with pipe bombs do not sell her short #w:inlocusmads

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry Potter is something of an impossibility and an inevitability all at once.

Tom has only started to understand and come to terms with this recently. In the darker hours of his harsher nights, when anger and rage come like maelstrom waves, the comforting weight of Harry’s hand on his shoulder guides and steadies him, mooring him ashore. He may rock, nearly tip, but Harry is always there noose-tight.

Hush, he says. Sit with me.

Tom does. His reeling no match to Harry’s.

A hollow longing is replaced and forgotten in his presence, and Tom thinks - I could love him.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #my fic #drabble #for those who are nosey - like me: #i had to keep this at 100 words to stay in line with the drabble exercise but i still almost made the last line - #and tom thinks he may love him #- i was tempted to leave it like that because there’s something there #something heavy like asking for permission #it’s almost a relief like wow he may love him?? he’s allowed to do that?? a sudden clarity #but it felt too confusing with no additional explanation #so… could it is!

[swamp-chicken]

cletho yuri thank you for listening

yeah

“It’s over,” Etho panted.

Cleo was shrunk back against the wall, their sword held out defensively. They had drawn it the moment Etho had burst through the door.

Now, their sword dipped slightly. “It’s over?” they questioned.

Etho nodded, yanking down his mask. 

Cleo’s eyes widened, darting down to his exposed mouth. 

Etho stepped closer. “I failed.”

Cleo tried for bravado, but their cheeks darkened. “You failed? That’s not really like you, Etho.” Their arm was relaxing, sword tip almost touching the ground. 

“No, it isn’t,” Etho sighed, heart pounding. He closed the gap. 

Cleo’s sword clattered to the ground.

#'100 word drabbles are a masturbatory writing exercise' i complain a mere 2 days ago #cletho #my fic #it counts ok

[hecatesbroom]

Ivy — some post-finale Golden Girls drabbles

There's a rose bush outside Hollingsworth Manor. It weaves and curls its branches around the tendrils of ivy climbing up their walls, blooming all the way up. It extends at least seven feet upwards. Dorothy knows this for a fact, because when she's standing next to it, with its green leaves and thorny branches, she has to tilt her head all the way back to see to the top.

They're beautiful. They're possibly the most luscious, colourful roses she's ever seen. But she cannot stand looking at them. They remind her of home — of the short, thornless Rose she left there, always sweet, impossibly prettier than even this miracle of nature's.

Whenever she enters the manor, Dorothy averts her eyes. She looks anywhere but at the roses that are nothing like her Rose at home.

How could she love these roses, when she's already left her heart behind with another?

Everyone here sounds like Blanche. With their long, drawn-out vowels, elaborate metaphors, and one tall tale after the other. It's no wonder Blanche is a child of the South, when every part of it seems to carry a piece of her. Dorothy feels her presence in the shape of the townsfolk's words, and is reminded of her absence with every drawling syllable.

Blanche's voice haunts her ears, here in the South. Because everyone speaks just enough like her for it to hurt, to emphasise the empty space next to Dorothy, and the coldness of her hands now that she can't grab Blanche's to warm her own with. But they're not Blanche, much as they sound like her.

Dorothy wishes she could shut out their voices the same way she stopped looking at roses. But she can't, so she'll just have to live with it.

It's what she wanted, after all.

All there's left of their love now is the branch of ivy woven into the empty space between Dorothy's ribs.

#what can i say? i was up at 3 am last night and @the-eclectic-wonderer's new fic still had me thinking about the show finale #and considering my usual inability to write anything less than 1k i figured it'd be fun to try to tell something in 150 words! #so here's two drabbles + a bonus line #(i know drabbles are usually 100 words but i *had* to add more! so they're 1.5 drabbles a piece now i guess haha) #oh- if you'd like to have your heart broken just a little more I suggest looking up the symbolism behind ivy #the golden girls #dorothy zbornak #blanche devereaux #rose nylund #golden wives #writing this reminded me that drabbles really aren't my thing; but it was a fun exercise anyway! #my writing

[bella-caecilia]

For @adoracora-elizabeth 's prompt 'Cake' for Cobert! I hope you like it <3

Cake

She had taken too great a bite. Her mind had been fully occupied by her daughters' bickering, the sponge cake piling up in her mouth as her frustration grew.

"At least, I'm not as pathetic as you," Mary scoffed over the rim of her tea cup.

Cora put her hand before her mouth and chewed faster. Robert noticed. He grinned at her attempt to regain appropriateness.

"So, it tastes good?" he whispered, leaning towards her.

She couldn't explain; her mouth full of crumbs. A hum was the only response. With a dry chuckle, Robert brushed a thumb over her lip.

#100 word writing exercise #cobert drabble #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #thanks so much for the prompt!

[silverutahraptor]

HashiMada Week 2023, Drabble, Day 4 - Love

I love you.

These were words that were sacred to any Uchiha—because of what they meant, because of what else was implied.

I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would burn down the world for you. If you asked I would give you even my eyes, but you will never ask.

“I love you,” Madara whispered in the depths of night.

Hashirama didn’t wake.

(What these few words did not mean: I will watch you burn yourself on the pyre of our dream until nothing is left that made you you, and made you mine, too.)

@hashimada-week

#hashimadaweek2023 #uchiha madara #senju hashirama #hashimada #day 4 #love #naruto founders #My writing #raptor writes #drabble #this is a fun writing exercise actually #deliver most gut punch in 100 words exactly

[tallemy]

Joker-centered Drabble - Decay

His leg? It was taken by an infection. He learned to walk with a prosthetic.

His fingers? They were destroyed by explosives. He managed to fill their place with claws made of metal.

His heart? Crushed, shattered, burnt, torn by unrequited love. There was no way to mend it. It just fell apart again and again, bringing tears to his eyes when the shards darkened under his touch.

The corrosion started from his heart, rotting him from the inside despite all his efforts.

His body survived every disaster. It was his soul that gave in and led him to ruin.

#idv #identity V #drabble #it's more joker centric #100 words fics.... this was more of an exercise for myself haha #idv weeping clown #character study? in a 100 words

[sisterdivinium]

A woman of flesh and blood stood before her, in common clothing, at touching distance; Jillian had forgotten what that was like.

“Doctor Salvius…?”

The uncannily civilian-clad Mother Superion roused her with voice. A lifted eyebrow was question enough.

“Ah, yes, forgive me,” Jillian replied, lowering her gaze and consulting the tablet she held. “The readings are conclusive.”

“I take it you’re not satisfied.”

“You’re alive. Doesn’t much matter that I can’t explain it.” She shrugged, mildly embarrassed.

“And…?”

“After all that… Happened, it seems you’re…”

She met her eyes again, rather audacious as she concluded her thought.

“… Perfect.”

#doctor superion #jillian salvius #mother superion #warrior nun drabble #warrior nun #i like working in snippets in case you haven't noticed #the limitation of 100 words is always a great exercise #also as a strategy to not get carried away with ideas as the longer thing isn't finished #dropping this off now since i follow some ten people here and my dash is a desert at present #i actually don't think there would be any flirting between these two; they'd just wake up one day and Get It #but i couldn't resist playing around with a moment of infatuation so here you go #narratives and similar

[roosterbox]

So for October, I’m trying to write a few drabbles again. Just like I did in July. Only this time, the words aren’t 100% random. I made myself a list of Autumn/Halloween themed words, and am picking my prompt from that.

Trying for a drabble a day, but please don’t hold me to that, lol. I am gonna write every day, but not every story might be fit to post, you know? Especially since some of them are gonna be for a ship I’ve only just barely dipped my writing toes into. Also, not really editing these. I’m writing, giving them a couple looks for any egregious errors, and then (if I think they’re okay enough) posting them here.

First one should be ready in a couple hours.

#writing exercise #October drabbles #writing is hard yo #lol #let’s keep track of how close I can actually get to 100 words on these stories

[wisteriagoesvroom]

too deep in the weeds of editing girl!lando fic and could use a break...

care to send a word/phrase + a pairing + optional genre or vibe, and maybe i'll write you a drabble?

#a drabble is supposed to be 100 words #but knowing me it may expand #but nO! it'll be good to do this as an exercise in brevity and self-discipline 😤 #wiz.askbox #wizrambles.txt #i say this like my other wips are not screaming at me to edit them #but you know. palate cleanser. crop rotation. and that kind of thing #no promises but mayhaps a smol bit of writing #because the words on my gdocs page are starting to blur

[inlocusmads]

Trystan & Nora, Hot Sauce for the 100 words.

thank you so much for sending me a prompt Kyra!

worchestershire ~ trystan x nora

100 word drabble challenge for clear skin

Wc: ..678. I'm SORRY okay this kind of spiralled into something and im too stubborn to edit it out.

(I'm definitely not having clear skin after this)

“Clearly it is capsaicin. Dosing more than 12 grams is enough to cause significant harm.” Ruby brought out the test results.

“But the victim seems to have had a high tolerance for pain, considering she ordered a virgin bloody mary.” Trystan pointed at the receipt. “Surely the capsaicin found in the Tabasco sauce consumed would be less than the lethal dosage, no? She is also Thai, which means she definitely must have more than the average person's spice tolerance. I should know. I went to Chiang Mai. They had this competition at this restaurant and I -- am happy to report I finished third.”

“But what if capsaicin was added to her drink?”

“Does not make any sense. Her drink was covered.” Trystan showed her the picture. “And she had no reason to -- well, open the lid or anything, considering the drink was a sizable portion and she carried it around before she fainted. Unless the bartender had some kind of personal vendetta against her, she would have had no reason to die.”

“Nora?” Ruby asked. “What are you doing?”

“Going through her medical records.”

“I have gone through it twice. Nowhere does it say she is allergic to capsaicin.”

“Trystan, you're our drink connoisseur. What does a Bloody Mary contain again?”

“Hot sauce definitely. Tomato juice or extract of some tomato variety. Vodka is a must. A twist of lemon. Worchesure sauce-”

“Wor-what?” Nora asked.

“Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't heard of Wor-chest-ur-shur sauce.”

“C-can you say that again? I didn't quite catch it.”

Trystan groaned. “Worsesshur sauce” , pronouncing it incorrectly and knowing full well of it.

“One more time, my ears might have missed-”

“Worces- '' Trystan struggled again, remembering a video wherein they'd put on this Cockney accent. Except his sounded like a duck getting strangled by another duck.

“She's messing with you.” Ruby exclaimed. “Goddamn it, Nora. A woman's dead!”

“Right, right yeah- just making sure.” Nora shot him a playful look. Trystan turned the other way. “And vodka, right?”

“Yes. Whatever will you do without vodka?”

“In this scenario, you die.” Nora grabbed a piece of paper from the file and slid it to them across the desk. “She’s allergic to grapes. Deathly, if I might add. Which is why she ordered a virgin bloody mary according to the receipt in the purse.”

“Vodka doesn't have grapes in them.” Ruby took a closer look at it.

“True but premium vodkas tend to have them. Especially the ones with fruit, such as the brand Ciroc.”

“Ciroc right here.” Nora pointed at a picture of the shelf of bottles she'd taken not long ago. “We don't have a large sample size of the drink to have another round of tests but we can go there and check out their employee handbook. Considering she specifically ordered virgin cocktails, it is safe to assume whoever worked there probably had a personal vendetta.”

“Ha! I was right!”

“Not so fast, Mr Worcestershire sauce.” Nora said, in perfect pronunciation of the word. “We’ll have to look for any discrepancies in the employee record. It was a crowded house last night. Anyone could've played bartender.”

“We can't rule out accidents either.”

“Exactly. Good work Ruby.”

“But I thought it was capsaicin.”

“Well now you know mistakes can be tackled-”

“-With my drinking knowledge around.”

The two shot him a look.

“What? I am not a feverish alcoholic. I happen to know a lot about them from this employee manual right here.” Trystan produced a book of cocktail recipes from his coat jacket.

“Where did you find this?”

“I stole it from the scene of the crime, obviously.” Trystan put it ever so nonchalantly. “As Nora was saying, mistakes can be tackled with me around.”

“You thought it was some Tabasco sauce drug.” Nora glared at him.

“Ignore her. Clearly I am being underpaid and overlooked for my services.” he said. “Can we go through our evidence now or are you going to continue to stall by flirting with me?”

“Say Worcestershire sauce five times in a row.”

“Shut up.”

***

#trystan x nora #100 word drabble exercise #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion fics

[cerriddwenluna]

First week of the @gleedrabbleblog!

This week's prompt: Harvest

2.

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After driving down a long and dusty road, Blaine parked his car in the nearly full lot. 

"Daddy, are we there yet?" 

"We are, honey," he told his four year old daughter. "Are you excited?"

"Yes! I'm gonna pick the bestest and prettiest apples!" She cheered. 

Walking up to the sign-in booth, Blaine felt his jaw drop. Before him stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

"Hi, welcome to Hummel's Orchard! My name is Kurt. Are you here for the apple picking?" 

"I… ehm… yes, we are. I'm Blaine, nice to meet you." He said while blushing madly. 

***

Okay, that second one did not take long to write 😂 ♡

#gleedrabbleblog #glee fanfiction #glee #klaine fanfiction #klaine #gwen writes #harvest #apple picking #writing exercise #a drabble is 100 words exactly

[bluejayblueskies]

my idea to write drabbles for malevoween vs. my chronic can't-shut-up syndrome: fight!

#it's definitely a fun (and useful!) exercise in brevity #but godddd 100 words really is like. barely any huh #for 31 prompts that's only 3100 words #((do people even read drabbles? idk lol))

[whump-captain]

ohh what about 3-elaine-comfort and/or 8-cutter-hurt? 👀 -thatsgonnaleaveamark

oh that's definitely gonna be an "and" 👀👀👀👀 thank u for sending these @thatsgonnaleaveamark (◡‿◡)

(lyrics prompts ask game)

"The blood on my hands"

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CN: blood, comfort, emotional whump

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Human blood feels different. Elaine's hands are hot with it, her thoughts boil. She didn't strike to kill. It's still her fault that a man bled.

Her bathroom looks distant. All other senses lag behind smell, overwhelmed with copper.

A touch of cold breaks through. It's soft water and Cutter's hands washing the crimson off of her skin. Her fingers grow icy numb.

Then she's sitting on the floor. Joy's nails brush her palm when she gives her a mug, mind-spinningly warm. They all sit together, shoulders close.

Slowly, the temperature evens out. The air just smells like coffee now.

—

"Gun to my head"

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CN: guns, gunshot wound, fear, death mention

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Cutter is fine until the barrell touches him. Then it presses into his forehead and the darkness inside it extends; pours out into his thoughts.

He wishes his hands would stop shaking. It's impossible to hide, he's holding them high and open. Still, he meets the gunman's gaze and pretends he's not afraid. He tries to speak but his breath catches on a snuffed out tomorrow.

The metal is warm. Cutter's shoulder burns where the previous shot grazed him. He tells himself that luck will save him from the next one, too. The force against his skin calls him naive.

#whump #whump writing #whump drabbles #guns #gunshot #hurt/comfort #emotional whump #oc whump #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #ghost ambulance #man drabbles are such a good exercise #really gets the editing scissors out and makes me think about wording and conciseness #but they're also only 100 words so it doesn't take forever #*brings in a tray* comfort? did someone order sappy comfort? saccharine sappy comfort???? #i certainly did i have had it on my brain for months (◡‿◡)

[bella-caecilia]

Cobert (of course! lol) & hold/ held for the drabble challenge please :)

Hold

Even though the first day of their journey to France was nearly over, they still had a bulk of the way in front of them. They had just boarded the next train, and for the first time since they left Downton, exhaustion seemed to overtake Cora. Robert sat beside her and felt her head roll onto his shoulder. She jerked when her head sunk too low. Robert moved to put his arm around her and hold her securely through the nap she needed.

"This will be a great holiday for us," he whispered into her hair.

Cora had dozed off.

#100 word writing exercise #cobert drabble #cora crawley #robert crawley #cobert #thanks for the ask bestie <3

[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 32

The pop-y first beats and preppy beeps of Drop Pop Candy ring out into the pre-dawn morning. A body literally rolls out of bed, feet barely hitting the floor instead of the knees. The receiver of the wake up call is vexed as to why she chose this annoyingly perky song to announce her morning medicine time. The desk chair creaks as she drops into it and reaches over to the food left the night before. Food first, and then medicine. Teeth and tongue are brushed vigorously to remove the medicine tainted taste. Then back to bed for more sleep.

#drabble #100 words exactly #narrative exercise #why did I make my life harder by making it both a drabble and a narrative exercise?