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NIC2001

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« Reply #80 on: 11-29-2005 16:30 »

Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

Great stuff!!! Keep it up guys!!!

Corvus

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« Reply #81 on: 11-29-2005 17:18 »

FDQ, are you trying to make me cry?   cry

Great story.. and a bit painful.. like the end in Time keeps on slippin'.

Still, good writing.

"Finding your true love is like winning the lottery, it always happens to someone else."
NIC2001

Starship Captain
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« Reply #82 on: 12-04-2005 11:47 »
« Last Edit on: 12-05-2005 00:00 »

Ok, it’s been a while since I wrote a drabble here. So since it was boring and dead here at the office today, I came up with this! (It’s a double Drabble (200 words without the title)) Hope you like it!


Joyful Night

The mission as been a hard one! Delivering Caesar salad without bacon to the Carnivorous Slugs planet didn’t turn out the way it was suppose to. Again they had to run away…

They still had 10 hours of flight left. Everyone was sleeping but he was still awake. He was watching the stars flying pass his small porthole in his cabin. He asked her out again but she said no! “Sigh! Why do I still try?” He heard her scream! He ran in her cabin... She was dreaming. He walked toward her to see if everything was alright but stopped when he heard his name. He was afraid that she would be mad at him for entering her cabin without knocking or something. But she was still dreaming. “Fry, don’t leave me… Give me time… Please… I… I love you too… I’m just not ready…”

She turned in her sleep and started snoring. Fry walked out of her cabin. “Ok Leela, I’ll give you all the time you need! I won’t leave you.” He closed the cabin door and went on the bridge. He sat on the front couch and gazed at the stars. He fell asleep soon after.
Ralph Snart

Agent Provocateur
Near Death Star Inhabitant
DOOP Secretary
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« Reply #83 on: 12-04-2005 12:03 »

Awww... That's scho schweet!

Okay you cunts, let's see what you can do now.
Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #84 on: 12-04-2005 15:08 »

A little heavy in the exclamation points, but still cute.
NIC2001

Starship Captain
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« Reply #85 on: 12-05-2005 01:47 »

Thanks Ralph & Venus.

Ok Venus, I'll remove some exclamation points...

Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #86 on: 12-18-2005 02:16 »

I demand Xmas drabbles! Demand!!

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Mistletoe


He had gotten the idea from a television sitcom. Unfortunately she had seen the same show. But that didn't stop him from trying.

Mistletoe in hand he stalked her around the office, glancing away and whistling nonchalantly whenever she looked his way.

He had spontaneity on his side, but she had cat-like reflexes that made ambushing her incredibly hard. He would jump out from behind this or that and she would sidestep him before he could get the mistletoe over her head.

But as long as she kept smiling that smile as she walked away, he would keep trying.
Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #87 on: 12-18-2005 14:23 »

Aw, Venus, that's great!  love I would try one but I'm feeling uninspired at the moment. Also sleepy...
JBERGES

Urban Legend
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« Reply #88 on: 12-18-2005 15:46 »
« Last Edit on: 12-18-2005 15:46 »

*reappears from hiding*

Aw... that's cheesily adorable.

Here's a double-drabble rhymey type thing:

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Just Another X-mas

The PE building trembled thickly;
Lights within ceded to black.
The workers knew that rather quickly,
Robot Santa could attack.

Twice before he had been thwarted,
Growing madder by the season.
This year’s newscast had reported,
Carnage with naught rhyme or reason.

So, indeed the crew was huddled,
Certain they were target prime.
Cold and scared and quite befuddled,
Waiting for the android’s crime.

Farnsworth slept despite the danger;
Amy wished she had her Kif.
Zoid was banished like a stranger,
Once the rest had caught a whiff.

Hermes tried to read some papers,
Though there was no light around.
Bender thought of all the capers,
That if not for Santa would abound.

Leela pondered plans she’d mustered,
Her night would not be ruined more-so.
Fry was glad that how they’d clustered,
Had left him pressed on Leela’s torso...

In a flash there came a banging.
Shutters lifted, metal bent.
Windows shattered; all things hanging
Found themselves in swift descent.

The crew sprung into rapid action,
Instincts born from prior years.
There was scarce a large reaction,
When Santa broke the chimney gears.

A brief moment passed...
They stared for another.
A holiday tradition?
It’s one like no other.
FutureDramaQeen

Bending Unit
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« Reply #89 on: 12-18-2005 16:53 »
« Last Edit on: 01-01-2006 00:00 »

Yay! More drabbles! I    love them all.

Edit: I Lie   frown
Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #90 on: 12-18-2005 18:33 »

Wow, JBERGES, that's really cool!  big grin

Ooh, inspiration! I just remembered that I thought up this idea earlier - not necessarily for a drabble, though - so I wrote this double drabble.

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It was a frosty Xmas Eve, and Leela was making her way to her parents’ house to give them their gifts. It was the first time she’d ever been able to do so, and she reminded herself how lucky she was to have found them.

The route from her apartment was less direct than the one through the manhole cover outside Planet Express and it led her through some of the ruins of Old New York. She shuddered as broken buildings loomed out of the dusk, thinking of their long-dead inhabitants.

As she passed by a railing, something caught her eye; she paused to look and realised she was standing at the edge of a graveyard. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to indulge her curiosity; she had plenty of time.

She cautiously moved through the stones, heading for the small glint of gold. As she reached it, she found herself looking at a grave. It had apparently had a visitor, for the inconspicuous stone was draped with glittering tinsel and a small candle, now burning low, was feebly struggling to cast its wavering light on the names etched into the old, cold granite:

Mr & Mrs
Yancy Fry
NIC2001

Starship Captain
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« Reply #91 on: 12-19-2005 11:10 »

Venus, Jberges & Arkan... These were great!

Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #92 on: 12-19-2005 14:18 »

Aw, thanks, NIC!  love
I want Layla to write one! And Shiny! And all the rest!  smile
Officer 1BDI

Starship Captain
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« Reply #93 on: 03-12-2006 22:24 »

Le *BUMP*

I wrote this three months ago, and I've only just gotten around to cutting it down to double-drabble size.  I ended up cutting 150 words out of this thing.   no no

Um... I guess this could fall under Layla's "shocking secret" challenge.  Arguably.  It stems from one of those fluffy plot idea that just won't
die.

First Comes Love

“I want to tell Bender,”
   “I don’t want anyone to know.  We need to figure things out, first.”
   “Like what?”
   An uncomfortable silence settles.  She glances down, seeking something to distract her from his gaze.
   “It’s ok if you want to keep it.”  It’s a quiet reassurance, but it speaks volumes.  “I-I want to, too.”
   “Really?”
   “Yeah.”
   He grasps her hand.  She faintly smiles. 
   “I always wanted this.  I just didn’t think it would happen….”
   “‘Til we got married.”
   She hadn’t meant for him to interject.  His notion stuns her.
   “Maybe we should.”
   “Get married?” 
Her astounded tone dismays him.  “We don’t have to, I just thought….”
   She chooses her words carefully.  “I don’t think it’s… practical for us to get married now.  Weddings cost money and time, and we’re not going to have much of either for a while.”
   “But….”
   “I don’t want a quickie wedding.  I want something significant.”
   “I know.”  He looks defeated.  She cups his chin and lifts him to face her.
   “I love you, Philip.  If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be in this position.”  She leans in and presses her lips to his.  He sighs contently.
   “If you’re willing to stick around, I can wait.”
Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #94 on: 03-13-2006 12:00 »

Aw, that is so sweet!  love

What sort of stuff did you have to cut out?
Officer 1BDI

Starship Captain
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« Reply #95 on: 03-13-2006 14:51 »

Thank you.  big grin

I just cut a few words from rambling sentences and a joke in the beginning about how telling Bender would eventually result in the entire crew knowing anyway.

What are the other challenges in this thread?  These are the ones I'm aware of:

* Layla's "shocking secret" challenge
* JBERGES' "Someone write an understandable drabble using an even more crippling literary restriction than I have" challenge
* Layla's "most humiliating moment" challenge
* Venus' "deleted scene" challenge

I'm probably missing one....
Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #96 on: 03-13-2006 15:54 »

Nah, the only other one I can see is Venus' demand for Xmas drabbles, but it's a bit late for that now anyway.

Can you please post the full version of yours?  big grin
Officer 1BDI

Starship Captain
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« Reply #97 on: 03-13-2006 19:23 »

I think I saved over it with the new version. *facepalm*

I have a new challenge:  write a drabble that consists entirely of dialogue.
Arkan

Bending Unit
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« Reply #98 on: 03-14-2006 02:38 »

Damnit!  frown

Ooh, I like that challenge! I'll do it as soon as I have time.

Corvus

Bending Unit
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« Reply #99 on: 12-06-2006 14:00 »

Le bump!

 
Quote
Originally posted by Layla50:
So, drabbles! For anyone who doesn't know, a drabble is a short story of a hundred words, no more no less. That is very short, so they promote really carefully writing and word choices.



My drabble.. feel free to nag me if my grammar isn't up to scratch.
Confession: it's actually 101 words! You try and write a drabble and see how easy it is!   

The Object

It was so delicate. He fumbled with the object before carefully placing it on the table before him. Fry wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Calm down, he thought. If his dad had managed to do it so could he.

The sudden sound of Leela’s boots outside the door made him grasp the object tightly while he held his breath fearing detection.

He sighed of relief when the steps faded. He opened his hand and looked at the ring. The diamond on it had the shape of a small angel.

Would he still dare to ask Leela to marry him?

"Finding your true love is like winning the lottery, it always happens to someone else."
Venus

Urban Legend
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« Reply #100 on: 12-06-2006 14:13 »

If you remove the 'to' in "Would he still dare to ask Leela to marry him" it will bring you down to 100 words.

Really cute drabble though.
Corvus

Bending Unit
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« Reply #101 on: 12-07-2006 07:55 »

 
Quote
Originally posted by Venus:
If you remove the 'to' in "Would he still dare to ask Leela to marry him" it will bring you down to 100 words.

D'oh! I blame my poor grasp of English..  tongue

 
Quote
Originally posted by Venus:
Really cute drabble though.

Thank you. That's nice to hear.

"Finding your true love is like winning the lottery, it always happens to someone else."
jle1993

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #102 on: 12-08-2006 17:48 »

A drabble for the missing scene challenge

Leela watched Fry leave her bedroom and sighed. Was she another Amy to him? If she wasn’t then why did he mention Amy? He had said he loved her but was that the worms talking? Leela was confused, in the café Fry said he had always loved her, but then why did he never say so before? Leela thought of all the things Fry had done for her, how he had insisted on replaying the holophoner even though she said he didn’t have to. Then Leela realised what she was missing, Fry didn’t say he loved her, he showed her.
Nerd-o-rama

Urban Legend
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« Reply #103 on: 12-08-2006 21:23 »

My favorite thread title's back!  Oh, and nice work, guys.
coldangel

DOOP Secretary
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« Reply #104 on: 12-08-2006 21:29 »

Yeah, cool and interesting stuff.
fryismyhero

Bending Unit
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« Reply #105 on: 01-13-2007 04:53 »

 
Quote
Originally posted by Corvus:
The Object

It was so delicate. He fumbled with the object before carefully placing it on the table before him. Fry wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Calm down, he thought. If his dad had managed to do it so could he.

The sudden sound of Leela’s boots outside the door made him grasp the object tightly while he held his breath fearing detection.

He sighed of relief when the steps faded. He opened his hand and looked at the ring. The diamond on it had the shape of a small angel.

Would he still dare to ask Leela to marry him?


SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEE!!!!!!!

*ahem* I mean, very nice work  wink


Save the whales.  Collect the whole set.
Actor-mo-tron

Bending Unit
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« Reply #106 on: 01-13-2007 07:34 »
« Last Edit on: 01-13-2007 07:34 »

The Moon Rises


“The moon rises, the moon sets. It doesn’t change anything. Then another moon rises, and another moon. But it still doesn’t change anything.” Fry says to himself mournfully.

“Hey buddy!” Fry hears Bender say as he walks around the corner. Fry slowly turns his head, only to look at Bender with an indifferent gaze. He knows that Bender still looks and sounds like himself, but inside he is a completely different robot. The day that hackers reprogrammed him (and most of the robots on Earth) via a highly contagious computer virus, the Bender he knew died. Now he has malicious code.

Sorry if that makes you sad, but I like it.    evil laugh
gwynhwyfar

Bending Unit
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« Reply #107 on: 04-10-2007 00:13 »

anyone have layla's links for her stories? ive heard theyre good.. sorry if this is a stupid question
Officer 1BDI

Starship Captain
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« Reply #108 on: 04-10-2007 00:45 »

This was probably not the best thread to bump to ask that question, but Layla's story can be found here:
 http://www.peelified.com/cgi-bin/Futurama/4-000935/
Sine Wave

Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #109 on: 04-10-2007 11:18 »

Well, I guess I won't let this bump go to nothing (it's the perfect excuse not to work on my own fic). A deleted scene from That's Lobstertainment:

Again my principles have betrayed me; now we’re both going to die.

“Hey Leela, wanna play tic-tac-toe to pass the time?”

So much left unsaid; I’ve been too scared, too proud, but I guess I don’t have anything to lose now.

“Fry,” I ask, letting sensuality cover my apprehension, “aren’t there some other X’s and O’s you’d rather be playing with?”

I’ve never seen him happier.

I’m not going to die in bed, though. We’re out of supplies and air, dressed and back on the bridge.

“It's been two weeks. You wanna play tic-tac-toe again before we eat our shoes?”
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