Submit to the weekly Apples to Apples Drabble Contest!

Uncategorized / Friday, May 12th, 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!

9 Replies to “Submit to the weekly Apples to Apples Drabble Contest!”

  1. If I were an evil genius … oh wait, that’s right: I am! I would totally try crossing the DNA of a taco with a peacock’s DNA.
    So down to my lab I go. Oh, this is such fun! Weeks go by, and finally my creation is complete. A … peacock with a taco for a head? REALLY? It has no brain. It’s not even alive in the technical sense! I wanted it to have a taco-fan for a tail; it should have worked! This is the most miserable experiment ever!
    I guess I’ll just go back to selling shrunken heads.

  2. The peacock stared at himself in the mirror. His girlfriend, the parrot started pecking at his reflection. “Gizelle, stop you are going to ruin my best suit.”

    The parrot tilted her head to the side. “But Rupert, red makes you look miserable.”

    Throwing tail feathers up into the air, Rupert let out a huge howling wail. “Rude, simply rude!” Twirling around he knocked of the perfume onto the ground. Rupert chased Gizelle out of the room and slammed the door.

    “Rupert, I changed my mind. We aren’t going to get a taco anymore. We’re finished.” Gizelle squawked slamming the door.

  3. The taco shell knew that once made, he would last about three days, at most a week, before he would be sent to the digesting plants. Most tacos were resigned to their fate, but this particular one wanted more. He wanted to be remembered. And when you were a taco, the only way you could be remembered was by having a memorable filling.

    But he was thoroughly miserable, as any taco with big dreams would be, after seeing every single taco in his batch go out with fillings like Chopped Ham and Salsa Chicken.

    Until his order came. Grilled peacock.

      1. Hey, I didn’t see this comment until today! Thanks a lot! I’ll message you on Facebook, if that’s fine with you? (I don’t generally comment under my real name, as a rule, that’s why I haven’t used it here.)

  4. The sun shone too violently for April. My stomach rumbled and I regretted for the 10th time our stop at the taco truck. I was thoroughly miserable.
    I squinted at the exhibit ahead. The colors were all too brilliant, the sun too bright, but the shade of the trees felt far too dark. I stared at the peacocks wandering around on the mulch. Their tails dragged on the ground and I felt relief. A fanned out tail would probably destroy my addled brain.
    On second thought, it was probably the tab of acid I should regret rather than the tacos.

  5. It was a miserable trip. We thought that visiting a bird sanctuary would be fun, until we realized that birds there are the same if not worse than birds that live anywhere, why do they defecate while they fly? Is it to lighten the load? Thinking that we’d have a better luck with the peacocks, because they don’t fly, but they run and bite, I thought we were goners but luckily, we’d brought our lunch and we were able to throw our food at them which kept them busy eating while we escaped, who’d have thought that peacocks liked tacos?

  6. I had no qualms about the protesters outside the building. In fact, I admired them. During my 33 years of life I do not believe that I have ever felt passionate enough or strongly enough about an issue, that I would stand outside in the cold. Global warming?… absolutely important. Abortion rights?….let’s not even open up that can of worms. Do your thing in a respectable manner, and you will never get a complaint from me.
    With that being said, up until yesterday, I thought Vegan meant food that is naturally grown. (Don’t ask me what organic means). So, you can imagine my frustration when this pack of 20-somethings, forced all my favorite lunch trucks to another block, because these grey skinned radicals thought it cruel.
    They left me no choice really. If I was going to walk three, miserable blocks for my favorite tacos, this crew was going to believe it was from the Peacock Puffy Taco truck, best endangered fowl on the east coast.

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