The Weekly Apples to Apples Drabble Contest! You Can Win!

This is the place for a weekly flash fiction contest!

The Apples To Apples Drabble! 

Apples to Apple Drabble Flash Fiction Contest by 10 Minute Novelists

 

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 unapprove 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. 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!

Apples to Apples Drabble Contest from 10 Minute Novelists

 

Good luck! 

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.

18 thoughts on “The Weekly Apples to Apples Drabble Contest! You Can Win!

  1. “Amazing Sword-Fighting Lizards?” she said, peering at my sketch board.

    “No?”

    “Dad, seriously. NO!”

    “What do you think then?” She started flipping through my comic books.

    “Sword-fighting? Kinda boring doncha think?”

    “What would you suggest?” She picked out a few

    “I dunno, Pirates are cool, or Zombies, or Ninjas.”

    “Amazing Ninja Lizards… not bad.”

    “Not Lizards.” She said absently.

    “Birds? Foxes? Porpoises?”

    “Turtles!”

    “Turtles? Ninja Turtles?”

    “Spiderman climbs walls! Make them hybrids, or experiments.” She showed me her picks. Classic X-Men. I nodded.

    “Mutants.”

    “Amazing Mutant Ninja Turtles…”

    “Lose the Amazing,” she said, already reading as she walked away.

    Teenagers.

  2. “Stop it!” she shouted.

    “You look amazing when you’re angry,” he grinned.

    Her face relaxed into sadness. “I hate this. I hate that we do this.”

    “Discuss?”

    “It’s not ‘discussing.’ It’s more like sword-fighting with you. Even comment is a thrust or parry. Defense or attack.”

    “Well, I’m not a lizard!” he retorted.

    “What does that even mean?” She couldn’t even work up the energy to meet his eyes.

    “I’m not cold-blooded. I am passionate about things! WE are passionate people!”

    “We were. You are. I can’t. Not anymore.”

    The door closed softly as she left for the last time.

  3. Leo the Lizard pressed send. That would show them who’s boss. That would get him the access codes. Had to. He was amazing. The best hacker in the world. Like an ancient knight swordfighting his way through code. Dispensing with algorithms like they were cheap chainmail bought in the Five and Dime. Oh probably not a Five and Dime back then. Maybe a Florin and Doubloon. He liked that. Just gonna step out of the basement and pick me up some trinkets at yee old Florin and Doubloon. Today was not the day for leaving the screens though. Maybe tomorrow.

    1. Oh awesome! I can feel the cramped basement in this! The glint in is taped glasses from his multiple monitors. His Marvel and DC posters on the wall. I wanted to BE this guy when I was a kid!

  4. The setting sun stained the desert an amazing fiery ocher as he finished dressing the lizard. He set it over a small fire of brush to roast while he began unsaddling his horse and brushing her down.

    He was a nineteenth century knight, 400 years distant from his sword-fighting forebears, with his trusty steed and his code of honor. He fought for justice in a lawless land, defending the defenseless.

    His armor, suited to him better than steel, was of dusty worn leather chaps and coat. The only metal was a single tin star that glinted in the soft firelight.

  5. Lucy lay on the ground, perfectly still, hand poised to grab a lizard perched on a mangled root jutting up from the ground.
    Toby plopped down beside her. “Still no pet?”
    She sighed as the coveted green lizards retreated up a nearby tree. “Mom said I could keep whatever I found.”
    “You like sword fighting?”
    “Never tried it.”
    “I went to my first lesson today. Found something outside the place.” He slid a cardboard box toward her. “Want it?”
    She pulled open the flaps and squealed. “I can keep it?”
    Toby nodded.
    “Amazing.”
    “That’s a funny name for a kitten.”

    1. Aww. Sweet.

      End of comment.

      Note bene: Added “End of comment” statement because I got an error message that my first comment was too short. Sheesh.

  6. The October sky her sister had loved haunted Marie–taunted her.

    “Let’s go, Sis,” her brother walked up, scattering two lizards that were sunning on the stone.

    “The world is less good now. Do you feel it, Kyle?” Tears slowly filled, then fell from her eyes.

    “Look, it’s amazing I found this.” Kyle pulled a small Jolly Roger from his pocket. “Remember my sword fighting practice? Remember when you and Anne tried to sneak out, and I…”

    A snort escaped from Marie, birthing a tiny smile. “You always were a monster.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “Thank goodness.”

  7. Howard licked dust from his eyes and sighed. Lizards weren’t designed for sword fighting.
    The anole waved his sword. “Cat got your tail?”
    Howard glanced at his stub, which had only started growing back. He tossed a blade of grass from hand to hand. “Newton, why are we fighting?”
    “You know.”
    “How was I supposed to know that amazing, tasty fly was your pet?”
    “I told you before you ate him.” Newton lifted his green blade. “On guard.”
    “That’s not how you say—” Howard leapt onto the tree as the cat pounced Newton.
    “Not how I thought it’d end.”

  8. Owen called to the kids huddled around the makeshift rock/table where they grabbed sandwiches and chips. “Hey, check this out!”

    A pair of lizards sat sunning themselves on the rocks alongside the river. The reptiles actually drew the boys’ attention away from the food. Amazing in and of itself.

    He glanced at his watch. Another hour and a half on the river, and he could call it a day. A long, trying, never-want-to-do-it-again kind of day. But, corralling a bunch of rowdy boys on a raft was his job as a river guide.

    “Hey, no sword fighting with the paddles!”

    1. Here’s 100:

      Owen called to the kids huddled around the makeshift rock/table where they grabbed sandwiches and bagged chips. “Hey, check this out!”

      A pair of lizards sat sunning themselves on the rocks alongside the river. The reptiles actually drew the boys’ attention away from the food. Amazing in itself.

      He glanced at his watch. Another hour and a half on the river, and he could call it a day. A long, trying, never-want-to-do-it-again kind of day. But, corralling a bunch of rowdy boys on a raft was his job as a river guide.

      “Hey, no sword fighting with the paddles!”

  9. The snowfall was amazing but it wouldn’t stop coming. I started my snowman museum: sword fighting snowmen, golfing snow kids, gymnast snow folk – upside down. After the Olympic sport section, I warmed up inside with hot cocoa, watching the snow pile up.

    My mom plopped down beside me. “Going back outside?”

    I licked the whipped cream from the rim. “Hm-hmmm.”

    We stared out the window. Mom pointed the other part of the yard. “What’s going over there?”

    “Lizards.”

    Mom smirked at me. “Knowing you, it’ll be a Komodo dragon or two.” I was out the door in a minute.

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