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Announcing the Weekly Tw(itter)-(Dr)abble Contest!

Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 4:19 am
by tastycakes
Fellow Drabble Enthusiasts,

The Drabblecast is pleased to announce a weekly contest of tiny, but effective proportions. In an effort to break into the new "twit-fic" arena, The Drabblecast will publish the best shortest of short stories on its Twitter Feed. http://twitter.com/TheDrabblecast.

Our version of Twitfic is a 100 character story (not including spaces or title)

Can it be done? We'll see. Creativity and Good Luck!

***recently edited restrictions, sorry!***

Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 1:11 pm
by Mr. Tweedy
They found the weapons hidden in the petunias easily enough. They never expected the petunias to be the weapons. No one ever does.

Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 3:07 pm
by strawman
Jn 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life.

Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 9:46 pm
by Phenopath
I was disgusted to learn that the tomatoes flourished because sixteen dead dogs were buried beneath the vegetable path.

Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:50 am
by PoorRichard
The legion of rabbits that appeared around his house would make a good viral vid but only the screams registered on film.

Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:14 am
by krisula
Mouse's Sacrifice

Alone, he cried. I can’t. He thought. Deep breath, kisses, tears. He sped past, hung the bell, was devoured.

Ring!

Ring!

Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:24 am
by epmoyer
"Mouse's Sacrifice" hits the Big Time

After six weeks on the NYT best TwitFic list, her pockets overflow with cash and publishers fight to option the drabble.

Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 4:27 am
by tastycakes
Wow! I'm really impressed with the creativity here! Keep them coming; we can use all we get.

Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 8:49 am
by Phenopath
I couldn't let it lie... remixed to the tougher 100 character format (although the horrid little tale does not stand retelling).

Revolted, I learn the reason the tomatoes flourish; sixteen dead dogs are buried beneath the garden.

Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 10:35 am
by rajasmasala
I got a few...

That night the sun slipped our minds. Just slipped. We woke up in the morning and we were like what?

It was Walpurgisnacht and my cat was not in. So I hugged a cushion, but then it started replicating.

“So what if Nelson's covered in signatures instead of birdshit? Isn't that big a change now, is it?"

Damn George Lutheran Dimmer Holmes had a crazily long mane of hair, which was reputed to eat itself.

They don't tell what my sister is, but people call her slow. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. She gets worse.

Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:21 pm
by Phenopath
rajasmasala wrote: It was Walpurgisnacht and my cat was not in. So I hugged a cushion, but then it started replicating.
I like stories with cool words that I do not know :)

Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:19 pm
by rajasmasala
"In Germany, Walpurgisnacht (or Hexennacht, meaning Witches' Night), the night from April 30 to May 1, is the night when allegedly the witches hold a large celebration on the Blocksberg and await the arrival of Spring." -Wikipedia

Hope that helps. I've got another one, more in the spirit of the page, I think:

My dead cat rose and rubbed its fur off on my leg. Then fat, then flesh. I stifled my sniff hard.

If this multiple posting isn't kosher pls pm me.

Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:06 pm
by Mr. Tweedy
rajasmasala wrote:If this multiple posting isn't kosher pls pm me.
No, it's too late for that. Your multiple posting has reached such egregious levels that we have no choice but to release the air squid on you. Don't bother watching for it: You won't see it coming.

On that note:

The fins of magnapinna are broader than necessary for swimming. Their purpose was mysterious until we looked up today.

Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:09 am
by rajasmasala
Ouch.

The air squid, an enlightened villain, chats before the deed. "We were soft-shelled crabs once. Then we saw a Zero..."

Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 2:04 pm
by strawman
rajasmasala wrote:Ouch.

The air squid, an enlightened villain, chats before the deed. "We were soft-shelled crabs once. Then we saw a Zero..."
I like this: Evolution sparked by inspiration.
Kinda explains how elevators around the world came to life after the Muzak version of Lennon's Imagine.

Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:54 pm
by rajasmasala
Remix of earlier:

“O you charitable, behold my infinite blue hair. I am the the yogi Viknesh, mouthpiece of the sky-cobra Ouroboros.”

A Twit-Fic

Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 10:38 am
by LajesticVantrashellofLob
The unfortunate explosion of the rabbit was gory, but mostly ironic given John’s last comment: “And for my next trick…”

Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 4:17 pm
by rajasmasala
He whispered, blood hemorrhaging into her ear in the middle of sex, “Christ. I didn't know I could will sucide.”

We never learnt who Bigfoot was; the ID card on the body named her xHidra Boldface, a name not on any records.

Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 1:06 pm
by Phenopath
rajasmasala wrote:The air squid, an enlightened villain, chats before the deed. "We were soft-shelled crabs once. Then we saw a Zero..."
This is me favourite so far, it crams a lot in. I think that a lot of punctuation is a good sign ;-)

Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 1:20 pm
by Phenopath
Exploring the mundane...

In my gilded cage I sweat profusely. It was hot, far too hot. Again I curse that damned thermostat.