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Apples To Apples Drabble Contest for This Week!

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 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.

15 Comments

  • Bob Allen

    The odor of mint hit me just before seeing the situation.
    A huge tanker had overturned and burst, squirting all over the area, coating the road, and trees, everything looked like it had been frosted, and the smell was stronger than ever.
    A truck driver was standing on the side of the road, I rolled down my window to hear what he was saying.
    “Little accident here, you’ll have to go back.”
    As I turned around I saw the side of the tanker CREST, and saw one last glimpse of the driver, toothpaste dripping off the visor of his cap.

  • Mary Brannon

    Angela’s feet ached from walking so far, but she smiled warmly as she held the door open for a huge man going inside. She followed him in and looked at the items as she walked the aisles. She ran her tongue over her teeth, longing for some toothpaste. She had lost her personal items when she had been picked up by the police. That had not been a good day.

    Today was a good day. God bless the truck drivers! They had given her a handful of bills. She could eat, plus it was beautiful weather outside. Perfect for walking.

  • Adrienne Fraser

    Ben tiptoed behind the huge gas station, waited for it to get dark. He knew this store was open 24 hours, but it’d be quieter soon. The truck drivers bunked in their sleeper cabs, or in the motel across the street. He longed to take a shower, but he’d settle for a dollop of toothpaste on his finger to make the rancid taste in his mouth dissipate. Picking through garbage for food wasn’t for the weary, but Ben was a fighter. If only he could make the change in his pocket last just a little longer, he would stay alive.

  • Laura

    Modern Lilliput was something to behold. They had advanced a lot since my ancestor had stumbled upon their little land. It was every bit as 21st century as England.
    Once I went for a walk along one of their wee highways. A tube of toothpaste was in my pocket.
    A truck driver, hurtling the equivalent of 128 kph, probably startled by the sight of my huge form, swerved. At the same moment, the tube tumbled out of my pocket, right into the path of the truck. Fortunately the little fellow wasn’t hurt, but his truck ended up covered in toothpaste.

  • Kris Baker Dersch

    I should have stopped at a rest area. My dad and uncles are truck drivers, they warned me about rest areas, but they have to be better than this.

    I’m in the gas station bathroom trying not to drop the key with the huge block of wood attached. Why is it so big? Is there an epidemic of travelers stealing gas station bathroom keys? Although I kind of get it because I don’t want to go back in there. Buying Mentos and toothpaste can wait until I find someplace cleaner.

    I hear the splash of car keys hitting toilet water…

  • Joseph S. Pete

    The truck drivers had a huge problem: They ran out of toothpaste.
    They were stranded on a mountain ridge, icy and impassable. They piled into the same cab, figuring they could stretch their fuel further since there was no indication of when rescue crews would arrive or the serpentine stretch of highway would reopen.
    The truckers quickly went through the potato chips, and toothpaste was the only edible thing left. It not only provided a needed jolt of fructose; it numbed their hunger and kept their mind off the biting cold.
    All seemed hopeless, then headlights arced through the blackness.

  • TLC Nielsen

    She wrote often on many topics, trying every subject she could find when she felt stuck. At 85, she found every word overly familiar and trite. She hit the touch screen TV wall planes, searching the web for unusual prompts.

    Photos and artwork had the words spilling out for a spell but it eventually petered out, leaving her high and dry once again. Wait! She scrolled back looking for that peculiar, random assemblage of words to use in writing, in hopes of unsticking what was most stuck.

    It shimmered before her, those magic words: truck drivers with huge toothpaste. Success!

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