The Drabble Meme

[kingandy]

Ganked from various:

I'll respond to (at least) the first ten people who request a short piece of fiction on a specific subject or character (and if the character isn't real familiar, give me some description to work with, please!) with a drabble of 100 words.

Comments

[jfs.livejournal.com]

Superman.

Microsoft Word assures me this is 100

[kingandy]

"No, Jimmy," Kal-El sighed, folding his arms. "I can't push a planet out of its orbit. Think about it, there would be too much mass."

"Well, we know that when you try to lift something while you're flying there's something other than your physical strength at work," Olsen countered. "There may not even be an upper limit on that. Have you ever tried?"

A brief memory from an ill-spent youth. Clark Kent doing handstands in the Gobi desert. A strange sense of disappointment, followed immediately by guilt for even having tried. Craters on the moon...

"No, Jimmy," he repeated, firmly.

Re: Microsoft Word assures me this is 100

[jfs.livejournal.com]

Very nice :-)

[jacob-xiii.livejournal.com]

Hats.

[kingandy]

Cynthia hung in the void with The Great Suprini and the rabbits.

"I told you it was a bad idea," she admonished. "You can’t pull your assistant out of a hat, and you certainly can’t pull yourself!"

"All acts have their teething troubles," he replied, unflustered. "All we have to do is find the hat we came in by."

Cynthia looked around them. Hats and rabbits, as far as she could see. Every now and then a gloved hand would reach out of a hat, seize a rabbit and withdraw.

"It’s hopeless," she moaned. "There are too many hats."

"BLASPHEMY!"

[stsquad.livejournal.com]

Lightning Jack

[foul-temptress.livejournal.com]

Tiny mosh pit of god

[kingandy]

"What's He up to now?" Jeremiah whispered, peering over Uziel's shoulder. "He's not been the same since that Kevin Smith movie."

"I'll ask," replied his fellow Angel. He approached the Throne, where Jehova sat in the form of a Canadian singer, peering intently at a hat-pin clutched in His tiny hands. Drawing closer, Uziel’s supernatural sight followed his LORD’s gaze and saw, on the head of the pin, most of the Angels of Rock Metal thrashing out and throwing shapes to Rammstein.

"Lord," Uziel asked cautiously, "We were wondering..."

"Three hundred and counting," God answered brightly. "Plenty of room yet!"

[kingandy]

The figures of two washer-women, gingerly closing bedroom doors, found themselves face to face.

"Er, ah," stumbled the first, the voice wavering before settling in an upper register. "Your pardon, I didn’t realize anyone was ... this floor, I was, er ..."

"Cough, gruff," the second mumbled. The voice was somewhat deeper. "Yes, I'll be getting out of your way, you look like you've, hmm, yes."

The first woman paused, scrutinizing the second. "Jack?" he asked.

"Isaac?" came the reply.

Both figures relaxed with an audible sigh. "Younger sister?" Isaac asked.

"Yarrr," Jack replied. "Older?"

"Oh, I should say so."

[http://users.livejournal.com/vervain_/]

Blue ;o)

[kingandy]

"What good's this?" shouted Mister Timm the theatre manager. His lackey backed away.

"Well – it's a relaxing colour – I've always liked it -"

"I don't care if you like it!" Timm ranted. "It's just not appropriate! John, what do you think of all this?"

John Mercer had at that point entered the room, and peered around with a critical eye. "Quite nice. Obviously it'll be much improved by the removal of all this scaffolding and the empty paint pots, but I can already see it's going to be a very comfortable space."

"But it's supposed to be a Green Room!"

[kestrana.livejournal.com]

DN wants your ass.

[ed-fortune.livejournal.com]

The last living hero

slightly less than 100:

[kingandy]

Exhausted, the last living hero finally allowed himself to relax. It had been a long, hard fight, but at last the world was safe. The ordinary citizens of the world could go about their lives in peace.

He slumped to the ground. What now for him? An ordinary life of his own? He had never dared dream, though of course, neither had he ever lost hope. But could he really lay claim to that life?

He looked down at the burden in his hand. the head of the second-to-last living hero, and despaired.

Re: slightly less than 100:

[si-lloyd.livejournal.com]

Thats brilliant, profound and slightly sad.

[si-lloyd.livejournal.com]

Jedi Jesus and his Padawan, Elvis.

Easiest one yet

[kingandy]

"It's hopeless, massuh," panted Elvis. "Th' clone troops have us surroun'ed on all sides, ayuh." The time-displaced Tennessean risked a glance out of the window at the troops. It seemed to him that there were more troops than could easily be handled. They could not defend themselves on all sides simultaneously. He turned to his Master and asked, "Say, uh, is there anythin' you could do to...?"

Jedi Jesus smiled a knowing smile and waved his hand. The water in Elvis' blood turned to wine.

"Oh, now that's what I'm talkin' about," muttered Elvis with renewed vigour. "Bring it!"

Re: Easiest one yet

[si-lloyd.livejournal.com]

Thanks man. I may have to start a text-based web-series.