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Write A 100-Word Story! But Include These Three Cards!

This is the place for a weekly flash fiction contest!

Can you write a story in 100 words?

The Apples To Apples Drabble! 

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! 
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This week’s cards!


Katharine Grubb is an author, poet, homeschooling mother, camping enthusiast, bread-baker, and believer in working in small increments of time. She leads 10 Minute Novelists, an international Facebook group of time-crunched writers. She lives with her family in Massachusetts.


  • Clari

    We stood at the top of the black run and looked down. It was steep and narrow with icy patches in the shade of the trees.
    “Simple” he said smiling, “let’s race. First to the lift at the bottom.”
    He’d picked me up after the end of my lesson that morning. We’d enjoyed lunch and a gentle exploration of mountain together. Now he was trying to scare me.
    I’d never been snowboarding before, but he didn’t know I’d skied many times. I wasn’t the damsel in distress he expected. The rum and cookies were mine. He didn’t stand a chance.

  • Janet Hogan Chapman

    It was supposed to be a simple weekend trip. We were heading upstate for some snowboarding before spring came to melt the snow. We stopped for a fast food hamburger on the way up. We did not want to waste time on a full dinner. Arriving late into the evening that Friday, we snacked on hot chocolate and cookies. We planned to go to bed early so we could hit the slopes first thing in the morning. Fate, however, had other plans. Little did we know, we were not alone. Some one, or some thing, was waiting for us.

  • Adrienne Fraser

    “If it were simple, everyone would be doing it.”

    Chris warned his younger brother. They were on Christmas break, snow boarding down the hill behind their neighborhood. Tommy adjusted his helmet, and prepared to take the leap over the picnic tables. Chris had his phone, ready to call 911 if Tommy hurt himself. He shut his eyes tight as Tommy started the run, squinted to see his brother fake-fall right before the jump.

    “Come on Tommy, let’s go get some of Mom’s cookies while they are still warm.”

    That thought satisfied Tommy, the hill would still be there another day.

  • Michel Daw

    “Join the dark side,” he said, “We have cookies!”

    If only it was that simple. I’ve been working towards this for all my professional career.

    “I feel a disturbance in the force,” he continued.

    “Ok, I get the references. Geeky. Cute. Not why I am here.”

    “So what do you wish, my young padawan?”

    I rolled my eyes. “Jim, the competition is next week. Do you have it or not?”

    “Stay on target,” he said as he unwrapped the Slider 4X, the next gen snow board. I was going to tear it up at next month’s National Snow Boarding Finals.

  • Michel Daw

    “Ladies and gentlemen,we regret to inform you that due to the snow, boarding will be delayed for another 45 minutes.”

    Passengers started speaking loudly, and a few of them got up to complain to the attendant at the desk. Outside, fluffy white snow continued to fall on this cold December night.

    We moved to seats overlooking the silent runways, sharing a simple moment of peace hand-in-hand. Pam pulled a few cookies from her purse.

    “If they’re so angry about the snow,” she said, “why don’t THEY do something about it?”

    We both laughed. Sometimes, it is what it is.

  • Bob Allen

    It was a very simple concept for a new TV show, take people who do extreme sports like Parachute Jumping, Motocross, and Snow Boarding and put them in situations that they wouldn’t be expected to be good at, sometimes you get what you expect, like the gator wrangler that was taken to the knitting class, by the time he was done they almost had to cut him out of the net of yarn he had wrapped himself in, and sometimes you get a surprise, like when the Mixed Martial Arts Champion turned out to be a Gourmet Cookie Master Chef.

  • Paige Nguyen

    “Just pretend you’re snowboarding. You used to be into that, right?”
    I swallowed. The cookie-thin sheet of carbon vibrated beneath me, like it could tell I was nervous. I dipped the front end towards the rusty dirt and it zipped forward too fast, throwing me off balance. No matter how many times we’d practice in low grav, it just wasn’t that simple out here.
    “Better make it quick!” He said. Through my visor I could make out towers of dust rising on the horizon. I wobbled, then threw myself down the crater’s edge, retrieving the battery that would save us.

    • Kirsten Sanders

      I like that you incorporated the words cookie and simple without them feeling forced or clunky. I read through, then had to go back because I couldn’t recall how you’d used those two. I find the subtlety makes this drabble sound less formulaic.

  • Paige Nguyen

    I quickly cleared the cookies from my laptop. No one could find out about my research, not this time. I closed the lid and exited my car. The building’s simple exterior shrouded its real purpose. She met me in the sparse, guarded lobby, all cross-armed and tapping manicure.

    “Do you have it?”

    I laid the USB drive in her palm. The data on it should hold her off. For now. After all this was over, I’d plan a snowboarding trip in Montana. I deserved it.
    She looked at the drive still in her outstretched hand.

    “Take him away,” she said.

  • Rachelle M. N. Shaw

    The simple pleasures in life had all been taken from Tom at an early age. By his seventh birthday, his mother’s tantalizing cookies had melted into a mere memory, his gut clenching at the thought as he strode down the sidewalk in the cool evening air. After her snowboarding accident, the short winter days had grown colder, taunting him with their sinister grip. Even the snow crunching beneath his feet seeped inside his shoes and chilled the soles of his feet as he patted down his beard. Blinding lights flashed atop his neighbor’s house, only yards away. Another Christmas gone.

  • Kirsten Sanders

    I shouldn’t have lied about snowboarding.

    “I thought you said this was raspberry.” More likely, she’d brewed a handful of grass clippings from the compost.

    “Red raspberry leaf. Not the berries.”

    “Can we add anything?”

    “It’s called a simple. I can observe your nausea better if you take it straight. Forget it.”

    “I’d rather forget what happened.”

    A smirk. How deprecating. “Was I that bad?” She lingered for a devilish moment. “Or perhaps it was you?”

    For somebody preaching about taking it straight, she played subtle.

    If I’d been straight, I wouldn’t have lost my cookies on the half pipe.

  • Pam Humphrey

    Lucy grimaced. So much for an easy game of charades. She focused on her friend. “Really? Who chose these?”
    Tom grinned. “Too hard?”
    “Simple.” Lucy met his gaze. “I’ll win the cookies.” Considering she’d never been on the slopes, she had little hope of success.
    She held up two fingers, then wrapped her arms around herself. Teeth chattering, she shivered.
    “Cold!” His voice rang out louder than the others.
    She nodded. Friends peppered guesses as she stood one foot behind the other, leaning forward, arms out.
    “Snow boarding!” Tom applauded. “Will you share with me?”
    “Maybe.” Lucy winked at him.