Prompt ‘In Anticipation’
100 Words (no words starting with N-Z lettersi in the first half, no words beginning with A-M letters in the second half, and no repeated words).
In anticipation, I had already ‘liked’ her music; and, as its lyrical content melted my heart, a heroine became evident.
Always attuned, Emilia Alimone, humming melodically; heartbeat keeping the beat, approached .
“Hello, handsome!” laughingly, lacking mockery.
“Hi!” managed by keeping calm, even allowing for energy levels accelerating above average. Awesome!
“What’s that?” she questioned. “You really shouldn’t whisper.”
“Sorry.” Oops! “Nothing worth repeating.”
“Okay.” Quizzically, then playfully, smiling secretively. “Some words Never see the surface.”
“Papa Pierre -Paris’s principal popcorn retailer.” Twinkling overtones reached right through this toughened tank of sobriety.
Somewhat sillily, someone somewhere replied: “Seriously?”
A Drabble (100 words)
There had been a drabble of rain across the county for over three weeks now; the hosepipe ban was still in force, even though the reservoir had overflowed and flooded parts of the valley; and the stock of Barbecues in the local store had not decreased by any significant amount – even though they were under a BOGOF Offer.
The forecast was for more of the same and less of the dry stuff – though how you could get less than ‘none’ is a question I’d like to ask the weather-girl.
All in all we were heading for a wet winter.
I wrote a Drabble,
then I removed a word;
and found that I had a ninety-nine worder.
The difference between the one
and the other
was ‘……’ –
for that was the word that I chose
What does that prove?
And what can you do when you’re
to be precise?
then spell-check twice.
Everything should then be
(you may be able to fine a better
‘Nice’ is okay;
but, if you take my advice,
and you may end up
where I am today!)
Can a drabble
be written in poetic form?
I hear it’s wrong,
not the norm
to do such a thing with a drabble.
But, in the parable by Zak
there is always a lack
of detail upon the subject.
I object when I am told
“Behold! These are the rules!
To vary is only done by the biggest of fools!”
And, as you know,
I am one, so.
A hundred words here are written.
If you are not happy by that…
“Bite me!” I shall be bitten
if by my words
and how they are put
you are not smitten.
“There is an elephant in here.”
“You said you could read runes!” Bob Rill spoke calmly – inside he fumed at the delay in deciphering the message.
“I can.” responded Arry Stotle, “if they’re from your standard runic alphabet – these are a variation.” Arry returned his attention to the parchment.
Bob looked at Arry’s hunched over form with respect and resentment. He knew Arry was trying his best, but…
“What I mean is… there’s an elephant in the rune? It’s a Mayan Civilisation inscription written in Anglo-Saxon Futhorc runes – where would they get an elephant in the 7th Century BC?
99-Words (A Drabble) – Scrabble.
A four-letter word scoring four, doubles to eight – what a start!
The word was LOOT, I could have put ‘TOOL’ but when you begin with five Os, an L and a T there isn’t much that you can do.
At least I am in the lead, eight in front. A big score in the offing.
I pick up an I, two As and a U.
Then Nikolai puts ESURIENT which scores slightly more than my eight and gets an additional fifty for using all of the letters.
I did tell you a big score was in the offing.
One hundred words.
How on Earth am I going to do that?
Can’t be done.
Nobody in their right mind would even try such an enterprise.
Mankind, myself included, is not ready for such strange writing formats.
What about crafting my words alphabetically using every letter of the alphabet four times? Missing zeds, obviously.
No, wouldn’t work – far too silly.
Perhaps, by seeking inspiration through prosaic research articles, productivity has potential.
Sadly, someone’s library ticket has recently expired.
Subsequent foraging readily confirms text books tell tall tales – destiny recommends: try again tomorrow.
“Still nothing to do with me.”
“Okay, you oiks! You rabble!
Let’s get to business;
we are going to write a drabble!”
They looked at me
with a glaze to their eyes,
questions on their lips,
and with a thought process clogging up the CPU.
“It’s a short story.” I explained – putting them out of their misery.
“One hundred words – no more, no less.”
They visibly relaxed. Most of them knew a hundred words.
“And to spice it up a little…”
They paused in their movements.
“… none of the words can be repeated.”
You could have dropped a pin and heard its screams as it fell.
Another Day, Another Drabble.
“What…?” I hear you ask “…is a ‘drabble’?” you conclude.
My task is to explain to you, in no more (and no less, or fewer – or whatever) than a hundred words. Which means I have to write a piece or work in ‘exactly’ one hundred words. No mean task.
“And why is it called a ‘drabble’?” you add.
Then phrase my answer thus:
A ‘drabble’ is named after Algernon Drabble, He invented the doormat in 1903; the Coir mat in 1807, and the drabble in 1909. It was upon a Wednesday afternoon, I think.
Not this one (Margaret Drabble)
One Zero Zero.
In binary, only four;
in normal numbers,
a whole lot more.
A century, after which the memory , decayed, fades.
A tenth of a millennium,
the blink of an eye.
Time, like numbers, passing quickly by;
one hundred Dalmatians, give or take;
the calories consumed
by just looking at a cake;
Bob Hope, reached a hundred not done
but, never went into a room 101;
there might be a hundred ways
to leave your lover,
not all of them for the good;
And can you name the bear who lives at 100, Acre Wood?