Drabble meme...

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...because apparently I'm a) reckless b)suicidal and c) unable to resist begging for drabbles, when so many wonderful writers are offering.
So...
The first 10 people who respond to this get to request a snippet/drabble (ca 100 words) from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal and make the same offer. Or not. Or do something else :) The reciprocating part is not compulsory, you know.

As to fandoms...I've only ever written some Highlander before. I think I could probably do something from LOTR, Discworld, StarWars (preferably the older trilogy), House,the Vampire Chronicles,perhaps Firefly, if I try hard and threaten myself with a sharp stick.
And please be patient with me *goes to sharpen sticks*...

Comments

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

Discworld! Anything with the witches would be lovely.

[calime]

Well, I guess better late than never *embarassed*. I had an idea almost at once, but I wasn't really sure who was talking, and then I wasn't sure if I knew how to get inside Magrat's head and then sparklebutch brought up the Death of Rats and...Anyways, one turned into three, and...well, here we go.

Discworld drabble # 1
Title: Tea
Disclaimer: not mine in any way. Just playing.
Word count: 100


Magrat hated being late. She landed abruptly and hastily shoved her broom between the other two already leaning against the cottage wall and the white horse standing by the door.
She dashed in and promptly choked on an apology.
"Late again," remarked Granny Weatherwax disapprovingly.
Magrat got her voice back.
"What is He doing here?" she croaked.
"Death comes to us all," said Nanny Ogg philosophically, peering into her empty cup.
"Yes, but not for tea!!" hissed Magrat desperately.
The tall figure in black gave an embarassed cough.
"ACTUALLY, IT’S MORE FOR THE SCUMBLE. AND THE SCINTILLATING COMPANY, OF COURSE."

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

Hee! Death drinks scumble! Three for witches, three for me: great fun.

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Discworld drabble # 2
Title: The Scumble Effect
Disclaimer: not mine in any way. Just playing.
Word count: 100

Magrat pinched herself again. No doubt she’d be black and blue tomorrow, but she still hadn’t managed to wake from what had to be a bad dream.
Death had tried to teach them a game named something like dam, or weir, but after the third glass of scumble he’d graciously agreed that Cripple Mr. Onion was perhaps a better choice after all.
Greebo had mysteriously disappeared somewhere – probably into the pantry - together with the big black raven and that horrible little skeletal rat.
Currently, Nanny Ogg and Death were into the twentieth stanza of the hedgehog song.
Magrat whimpered.

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

More goodness. Love the "something like dam, or weir"

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Discworld drabble # 3
Title: Career Choice
Disclaimer: not mine in any way. Just playing.
Word count: 100

"I REALLY HAVE TO GO NOW," said Death regretfully. "THERE’S THAT PLAGUE IN KLATCH…"
"SQUEAK!"
Greebo slunk out from under the table, the Death of Rats straddling his neck, skeletal paws firmly clutching the fur. A somewhat ruffled-looking raven trailed behind.
"A TEST DRIVE?" Death looked at Greebo. "NICE KITTY. WELL, I WOULD’NT DREAM INTERFERING IN YOUR RECRUITMENT POLICY."
He turned to the door.
"A PLEASURE, MY LADIES." The door swung shut.
"That cat is the most rampant careerist, Gytha," remarked Granny drily.
"Yes," said Nanny happily, " isn’t it a joy to know he can take care of himself?"

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

...and three's the charm. I love Greebo as mount for the Death of Rats. Love that Death calls him "nice kitty." Love Nanny's unflagging optimism when it comes to her soppy old devil.
*g* Thanks.

[calime]

I really enjoyed writing those, and I'm glad they worked for you. I unfortunately find that though I have no problem in seeing quite clearly several Discworld-y scenes happening, my ability to write them out in characer is, lets say, severely debilitated.
But Greebo aspiring to the status of the mount to the Death of rats just seemd to make so much sense *grins*. I adore Greebo, frankly (I think that if I ever had to have a permanent opposite-sex live-in partner, Greebo as a human would be the perfect choice *cough* all one could want in a man *snort*). And I can sympathise with Nanny wanting her kitty to be secure and doing well in the world *g*.

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

You so seriously need to write more in that 'verse.

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*laughs*, I have to do the crossovers for holde_maid, and I can so see Duncan hitting it off with Carrot and having tremendous respect (mutual) with Vimes, and Methos appreciating Rincewind's ability to assess dangerous situations and make correct conjectures (run!!!). I'm sure Methos'd find temporary employment in the Uni library, while Duncan helps out the Night Watch, and I hope Ducan will be rather understanding about Methos' past shady history involving the Assasin's Guild, which explains his mexican-standoffish, rather strained (though, of course, underlayed with mutual admiration) relationship with Lord Vetinari.
It's just that as I pointed out above to unovis_lj that it's nigh impossible for me to write in style and in character in that 'verse, it seems...maybe with lots of hard work...

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Methos + Rincewind = hee, also you have a good point.

Methos + Vetinari = mmmm, also mmmm.