Time To Drabble

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Just One Hundred Words.  That's a drabble, and it goes by really fast.  Unless you have trouble conveying your story in those few words.
But just imagine the satisfaction of telling a story or a scene in only one hundred words.
Consider the skill you develop in the process, the ability to cut down on unnecessary words and phrases.
Have you written a drabble before?  Try it.
Do you have something to say that doesn't require a longer story format?
Try a drabble.
Do you wonder why I'm going on and on about it?
I just wrote a drabble.
Done.

A Little Drabble Do Ya - More of Going Back

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Last week I drabbled the beginning of a longer story, and today I'm adding a drabble's worth to it.  The back story and first reference to the events involved are found HERE.
First is last week's entry...
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"One-hundred (and one) words" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred….damn, one-hundred one!" Napoleon silently cursed.

After having a tiff with Illya about the Russian helping him with his reports Kuryakin walked out of the office on him. Solo had a stack of reports to do, and practically ordered Illya to help him with them...big mistake.

Before heading through the doorway Illya suggested he make his illegible reports less wordy, cutting them down to one hundred words. That would make the secretaries more willing to type them up, as opposed to Napoleon’s reports being the equivalent of “War and Peace.”

“Maybe he could take out an adjective?”

QUOTEME 2016: Challenge #4 Reminder

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This is just a reminder that the fourth and final challenge in the 2016 QuoteME series here on section7mfu gets underway next month (posting October 8th through October 15th). The quote for this one just seems appropriate for the sentiments of the fall season.

The guidelines for QuoteME #4: 2016 can be found here.

"The nearly blown away affair" ~ a non-challenge story

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

The skies darkened as Solo and Kuryakin headed down the interstate. There was crackling and snapping on the radio just as a bolt of lightning shot out from the ominous clouds above them. Something unusual was going on.

"That is odd," Illya said,"the sky looks green. The wind is picking up as well."

To their left Napoleon saw it first, a funnel was forming and he immediately slammed on the brakes. Kuryakin, never having seen a tornado before opened the car door and stepped out to get a better look. For a moment he was mesmerized.

"GET IN!" Napoleon shouted.

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The Jack of All Trades Affair (A Little Drabble Do Ya 9/14)

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This was the result of a drabble switch with Anamary Armygram.

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U.N.C.L.E. Multifunction Unit 245.1--nicknamed Jack by personnel--is truly amazing to behold. No heavier than a fencing foil, a bit thicker than a pencil, and barely two feet long, it could very well be mistaken for an elongated communicator. However, this silver wonder--thus far distributed to fifteen elite agents--is equipped to perform twenty-four highly specialized functions, including fire extinguisher, camera, tape recorder, ultraviolet light, laser microphone, gas pistol, and pastry piping bag.

Not to mention, Napoleon thought as, with one last pry, the trap door creaked open, it makes an excellent crowbar.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Planning

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

“Don’t you have a birthday coming up, Tovarisch?”

“Napoleon, what is this obsession you have with my birthday?  It is a day like any other.”

No, Illya, it’s my best friend’s birthday and I am determined to celebrate it.  “I have to go see Mr. Waverly.  See you later.”  Moments later, he knocked on Mark and April’s office door.

“Hi, Napoleon!”

“Hi.  I’m reminding you that Monday is Illya’s birthday.  He grew up with the day ignored and can’t get excited about it.  I want you two to help me plan something special for that reticent Russian.”
“We’re in, Napoleon.”

Feeling the Guilt - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Sept 14th

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Illya released a sigh which told his partner of an internal conflict. A few feet in front of him lay the body of the man he had just killed.

“What’s up?” Napoleon asked.

“I had no sleep darts, so had to use bullets,” the Russian told him. “I had not intended for it to be a kill shot, but he turned to shoot one of the hostages.”

“You did what you had to, Tovarisch.”

Illya sighed again.

“When do I get to stop feeling the guilt of it?”

“The day you stop feeling it, is the day you walk away.”

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