Apples to Apples Drabble Contest for May 26, 2017

Can you write a 100-Word Story? Can you add in these three words?

Every week on this website, we offer budding writers a chance to get really creative. Before the weekend is up, submit your entry! You never know what kind of feedback you’ll get!

Can you write a story in 100 words?

The Rules:

  1. Write a drabble. A drabble is a 100-word story, with beginning, middle and end. A drabble can be any genre. Make it exactly 100 words. You can do it. That’s what adjectives and adverbs are for.
  2. Include each of the three Apples To Apples cards in the photo. All three. Not two. Not four. ALL THREE. New cards are chosen every week. And you can ignore the small words that explain it clearer. We just want the big three.
  3. Paste your drabble into the comments below. Then share this with your friends. The more comments you get on your entry, the more likely you are to win!
  4. Absolutely no links, screen shots or salesy type of behavior in the content entry. 
  5. Winners are chosen by the amount of positive response they get. Comments like, “This is great!” or “How funny!” or “Good job!” are the kinds of things that will be counted. Negative comments like, “this contest sucks” or “the rest of the entries are losers” or “WTF?” will be unapproved. The author of this blog reserves the right to ignore or block any content that is suspected of originating from trolls. In the event of a tie, winners will be chosen by this method. 
  6. Limit 3 entries per person. If you’re having fun, come back next Friday.
  7. This contest is open from 5:00 AM EST every Friday and closes down the following Sunday night at midnight. Comments are welcome throughout the week, but no more entries are allowed. 
  8. All entries must contain no profanity, no graphic violence or erotica, and no hate speech. Entries that do not abide by this rule will not be approved. Consistent abuse of this rule will warrant a blocked user.
  9. Winning entries will be announced on the 10 Minute Novelists Facebook group page the following Friday. The entry will also be published in the monthly digital newsletter, 10 Minute Novelists Insider. You can sign up for this here! 

This week’s words!

 

About Katharine Grubb

Katharine Grubb has mastered the art of freewriting because she wrote her first novel in 10 minute increments. There are probably easier ways to write a book, but with homeschooling her five children, she’ll take what she can get. Her latest book, Write A Novel In 10 Minutes A Day was just released and is available on Amazon.com She lives in Massachusetts and blogs at www.10minutenovelists.com.

7 thoughts on “Apples to Apples Drabble Contest for May 26, 2017

  1. The musty steam from sticky rice reaching cooked perfection wafting through our house always reminds me of Alexis. Having learned from a master sushi chef in Toyko, her sticky rice was art, not food. Each grain had to be chewy, a tiny dot on the chef’s palette, joining its partners with a delicate kiss, a blanket holding secret delights within. Anything short of excellent was unacceptable. I was her sushi sous-chef, sipping Sake, nibbling on cucumber slices, sneaking a shy peck behind her ear lobes. The sparkle in her eyes foretold of an evening that would make any reader blush.

  2. Lily sat alone, sipping her soup, eavesdropping on conversations around her. Nearly invisible, she enjoyed her quiet spot at the corner table.
    “I asked for steamed rice.” The skinny girl with the nose ring snapped at the waiter.
    A few tables over, the salesman shouted into his phone. “Excellent! You won’t regret it.”
    “Thank you.” Lily grabbed her fork without looking up when the waiter sat her dinner plate in front of her.
    The shadow remained at her side. Turning, she locked eyes with him.
    He winked. “You are always listening. I am always watching.”
    “And?”
    “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  3. “Good morning.” The instructor tapped the desk with that stick she carried.
    Toby shifted in his chair, the excellent weather making it hard to be inside.
    “Today we’re discussing estimation.” The pointer in her hand moved as she spoke.
    His eyelids felt heavy. He fought the urge to sleep and focused on the grains of rice the teacher held up.
    “How many do you see?”
    “Three,” the class answered in unison.
    She filled a jar. “How many grains now?”
    He whispered to his study partner. “If she starts counting them, I’ll fall asleep.”
    “One, two, three…”
    Toby closed his eyes.

  4. DJ pulled Becca closer as the music started. Guests danced around them, some tipsy from celebrating.
    She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Today was perfect.”
    “Beautiful bride. Excellent weather. I’m a happy man.” DJ twirled her, then kissed her when she returned to his embrace. “Love you, Mrs. Crawford.”
    “I never want it to end.”
    “That’s where we differ. I’m looking forward to when this ends, the part where everyone throws rice and we leave.” He nuzzled her neck. “You ready to throw that bouquet?”
    “You have your white horse ready?”
    DJ winked. “I do.”

  5. After consuming her rice pudding desert, Felicia rolled her eyes with a contemptuous sigh.
    ”Where’s the cinnamon?” she asked once again, while her mother spoon-fed baby Charlie in his high chair.
    Charlie stared at Felicia and giggled. Felicia stared back, and stuck out her tongue as her mother turned away for one second.
    ”Your father hates cinnamon,” she suddenly said, ”so I won’t waste money on items only one person happens to partake of every three months, thank you very much.”
    Felicia, still grasping her spoon, was known for her sarcastic replies, so she simply responded with a very meaningful ”excellent,” before placing down her spoon with a brittle clatter.

  6. When he first looked they were the size of a grain of sand, it had taken years of painstaking work to get to this point. 2 hours later he looked again and they had doubled in size. As he looked again for the third time they had grown again, after taking some measurements he took one last look and they opened their eyes and blinked up at him, excellent! I’ve created life! After a few calculations he realized that they could be the size of a German Shepherd in a week. The next time he looked he saw the fangs.

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