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Post by Elf on Nov 9, 2008 10:23:56 GMT
I'll give you a word.. RAIN Cos it seems like we just can't get enough of it down here!  |
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Post by sazzy on Nov 12, 2008 16:07:35 GMT
I thought I would have a try, apologies if I have done it wrong have never tried my hand at drabble before!
RAIN
“Yes doctor, I really can blame all of these injuries on the British weather,” Gordon complained as his second leg was set in plaster cast. “You see after three weeks of solid rain I was concerned about the centres flood defences. So to be on the safe side I asked the staff to remove all equipment to the first floor. Maybe I should have waited for Britain’s Strongest Man Contest to have finished before we started to bubble wrap the weights, but there was a real possibility of flash flooding. Well, that was when the riot started…”
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Post by sev29 on Nov 13, 2008 20:02:21 GMT
I've never written one either, but thought that was great - the ending made me smile!
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Post by catherinewinner on Nov 21, 2009 9:24:00 GMT
I gave myself a word!
SLASH Tim/Gavin fic. Gavin POV. Enjoy!
He loves it.
It's comfortable.
It fits him.
He's always thought it was beautiful.
And at the end of the day...it's the most comforting thing to be surrounded by.
Hmmmm....And just like that Gavin realized Tim and his favorite char have so much in common.
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Post by merrygentry on Nov 21, 2009 18:59:29 GMT
*peeks* Is this drabble thing still going on? Pretty please? ^_^
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Post by Elf on Nov 24, 2009 21:48:17 GMT
Lets try and get it rolling again.
Everyone join in - doesn't matter if you've never tried before. It can be a drabble (100 words exactly) or a snippet or ficlet (short stories).
Post it here, or link to somewhere else so we can all read.
I'm just trying to get a few more of my 100 Brittas challenges done...I've been SO lazy!
xx
And, for anyone who wants a word...
Superglue!
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Post by sev29 on Dec 1, 2009 12:17:49 GMT
OK. I'm going to give one of these 100 word things a go.......
"Superglue? Why would anyone want to superglue my shoes to the floor, and a paint brush up my nose?" thought Gordon. "All I did was tell that lady in the wheelchair that she couldn't use the disabled lift until she had brought in a doctor's certificate. If we let any old Tom thingy or Harry use that lift, without a doctor's certificate, it wouldn't be available to people who actually need it! There was no need to call her son home from school, or for him & his class mates to bring their art supplies and use them so inventively...."
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Post by merrygentry on Jan 4, 2010 13:21:10 GMT
Okay, so...not a drabble. Heh. We'll call it a ficlet, shall we? ;P
Gavin’s just leaning in for a kiss – he owes it to Tim, knows he does because Brittas has this…talent…at winding Tim up until Timmy’s ready to snap…
Brittas also has a talent for bursting in where he’s not wanted (although, when is he ever?) and at the most inopportune moments. Like now, for instance, when Tim and Gavin are both sitting at the table in the staff changing room/breakroom/meeting room/emergency bunker.
Gavin jerks back, Tim huffs a little sigh and Brittas launches into this whole spiel about something or someone trying to invade the sanctity of his precious sports centre… They haven’t let go of each other’s hands, though, and when Gavin notices and tries to unlace his fingers from Timmy’s, Tim’s eyes narrow and he tightens his grip a little. It turns into a sort of tug o’war on top of the table and even Brittas isn’t that oblivious.
“Why are you holding hands?” he asks, probably aiming for an all-knowing suspicious kind of look – but in reality looking like a constipated pigeon.
Gavin’s mind goes blank, just when he needs it most and he stares up at Brittas with his eyes wide.
“Superglue,” Tim says, forcing a grin and he yanks Gavin’s hand towards him as if to demonstrate.
“That’s right!” Gavin says, seizing on the proverbial driftwood in the sea of Brittas-stupidity. “There was a small child in the…the…”
“In the gym. A troublemaker. Wouldn’t listen to us,” Tim says. “Probably needs the firm hand of authority.”
Mr Brittas straightens and assumes a pose of what’s probably supposed to be bold heroism. He bustles out to ‘deal with the situation’ – not before reminding the two of them to get the acetone from Carol so they don’t, y’know, end up looking like they’re holding hands or something!
He leaves, chortling, and Gavin yanks Tim back down when Tim makes to go after Brittas. Brittas is gone and they’ve got at least ten minutes before anyone else comes in, hopefully. Gavin grins at Tim and gets a small smile in return that he just has to kiss, still holding Tim’s hand in his with their fingers laced together and…
It’s a rather enjoyable coffee break, actually, even if it is cut short when Colin and Linda come running in because some mother took exception to Brittas trying to make her kid admit he had a tube of superglue and there had been one of the emergency fire-axes nearby…
Hope you enjoyed! XD
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Post by sev29 on Jan 5, 2010 15:55:02 GMT
Nice one!
That's the great thing about Gordon, that no matter how obvious the situation is, he just can't believe Gavin would.
Always love anything with Tim & Gavin......
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Post by sugarkane on Jan 5, 2010 20:52:16 GMT
Please excuse my blonde hair, but I don't quite understand how to play this and would love a go!  |
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Post by sev29 on Jan 6, 2010 10:02:53 GMT
Lets try and get it rolling again. Everyone join in - doesn't matter if you've never tried before. It can be a drabble (100 words exactly) or a snippet or ficlet (short stories). Post it here, or link to somewhere else so we can all read. I'm pretty sure this is it. I had a go at the 100 words thing, which is more difficult than you might think.... If anyone's looking for a word, what about (topically, for those of us stuck in for a second day...) Snow. |
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Post by sugarkane on Jan 6, 2010 19:49:24 GMT
^Me too! It's really distracting when I'm at work and it's snowing down quite thick.  [from In the Beginning] Brittas: No one's going anywhere. There's a blizzard out there. Only a lunatic would go out in conditions like that! Helen: [from outside the doors, on top of the thick snow] Hello, Gordon? Can you let me in?! I know that's not quite how the scene goes but hey! I had a go. ;D Next one (if the one I did counts): Christmas cards |
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Post by merrygentry on Jan 6, 2010 23:11:03 GMT
Oooooh - Christmas cards! XD *ponders*
Hmm...how about this? Just a tad over 100 ^_~
Gordon’s opening the cards that came with the morning’s post – he always gets such a childish grin of delight on his face around Christmas, Helen thinks, and sometimes it’s not so unbelievable that she could have married this man.
Only sometimes, though.
“One from Julie and her young man today, my love,” he tells her over his tea and toast and her morning batch of pills, “and one from Gavin and Tim! Strange that those two haven’t found two young women for the both of them yet!”
Helen rolls her eyes, pops the next pill into her mouth and reaches for her glass of juice.
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