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Ralph Snart
Agent Provocateur
Near Death Star Inhabitant
DOOP Secretary
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Awww... That's scho schweet!
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JBERGES
Urban Legend
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« Reply #88 on: 12-18-2005 15:46 »
« Last Edit on: 12-18-2005 15:46 »
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*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.
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Arkan
Bending Unit
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Wow, JBERGES, that's really cool! Ooh, inspiration! I just remembered that I thought up this idea earlier - not necessarily for a drabble, though - so I wrote this double drabble. ~~~~~~~~~~ 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
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Officer 1BDI
Starship Captain
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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.
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.”
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Officer 1BDI
Starship Captain
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Thank you. 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....
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Corvus
Bending Unit
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Le bump! 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 ObjectIt 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?
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Yeah, cool and interesting stuff.
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