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Write An Apples To Apples Drabble!

This is the place for a weekly flash fiction contest!

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.
  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 reject 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. The contest is open from 5:00 AM EST every Friday and closes down the following Sunday night at midnight.
  8. Winning entries will be announced on the 10 Minute Novelists Facebook group page the following Monday. The entry will also be published in the monthly digital newsletter, 10 Minute Novelists Insider. 
  9. 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.

This week’s cards!

Good luck! 

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.


  • Debolina Coomar

    The music was captivating. She stood there, right at the front. Her red satin dress perfectly contoured the curves of her slender body. Everyone on the dance floor kept looking at her, mesmerized.
    Suddenly, she saw him pushing through the crowd, trying to make his way. Their eyes met, she blushed, he smiled. With every step he took towards her, her heart was beating faster.
    Her heart skipped a beat. THUD.
    “Here you go, Mam. A bottle of fresh green beans. That would be fifty cents. Anything else?”
    The supermarket queue wasn’t the best place for day dreaming, Myra sighed.

  • Clari Gosling

    He held the green beans up as he knocked on the door. And crossed his fingers that bringing a peace offering would help. Though the blues music he could hear gave him scant cause for hope. The door opened slowly.

    “I come bearing gifts.” He passed her the beans, without stepping forward. “I was stupid, and thoughtless.”

    “Yes, you were.” He could see the almost dried tears on her cheeks.

    “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. At least I’ll try not to.”

    That elicited an almost laugh and a wave of her slender fingers to invite him inside again.

  • Katharine Grubb

    This is on behalf of Olivia Folmer Ard:

    The curtains parted a fraction of an inch, giving him ample view of the crowd while still shielding him from prying eyes. Tall, slender women in verdant silk dresses undulated to the music blaring from the clamshell stage, looking for all the world like green beans enchanted to dance.

    A flash of melancholy. He pulled at his cravat absentmindedly, fiddled with his waistcoat, self-admonished. This party was held in his honor. Even separated from the merriment, from the adoring crowd, that should have given him joy.

    But loneliness was nothing; power, everything. And he was Oz, the great and powerful.

  • Elaine

    “You don’t understand, there is an order to adjectives.”
    “Yeah, I don’t understand. Give me an example.”
    “Well, um, like music. You can call music um…”
    “Green bean?”
    I frowned at my 13 year old. “Fine. Give me another adjective.”
    “Slender.” She rolled her eyes. “You can say Slender Green Bean Music, but not Green Bean Slender Music.”
    “I don’t know the ACTUAL rule!”
    She lifted her phone. “Siri, tell me the rule for adjective order in English.”
    “The accepted order for English adjectives modifying a noun is quantity, quality, size, age, shape, color, Proper adjective, and purpose.”

  • Clari Gosling

    She sat staring out the window, watching the rain running down the pane and flooding the garden. She could hardly hear her music over the downpour. Puddles were forming in the street and a few hardy people battled the storm.

    One little girl was jumping in as many puddles as possible, while her mother tried to hurry her along. She was so slender it looked like the wind would blow her away. But her mother held tight and dragged her round the corner out of sight.

    The rain would do the garden good. The tomatoes and green beans needed it.

  • Carol

    The slender pods felt cool in Faye’s hands as she broke the green beans. Mama was wrong, she mused. The new music was fun. Faye treasured her mountain music heritage. But, wow! Her entire self danced to Louis Jordan singing “Choo Choo Ch’Boogie.”

    Faye’s foot started tapping. She broke beans to the beat as she sang, “TAKE me right BACK to the TRACK, JACK.”

    A small sound fractured Faye’s rhythm. She looked up to see Mama standing there quietly, but with a suspicious twinkle deep in her eyes.

    Then Mama sang, “The BEANS in your LAP are goin’ SNAP, SNAP.”