D_R's Drabble Challenge Results


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To help stave off writing ruts, I occasionally undertake a writing exercise known as a drabble challenge. A drabble, for those not familiar with the term, is a 100-word story. No more, no less. They are little vignettes in response to a prompt.

So, earlier today on Twitter, I put out a call for COH-related drabble prompts. I got a few. You guys are WEIRD. To make it easier for the requesting parties to find (though I name no names), and so that others might enjoy (or maybe take a crack at doing one themselves), here are the drabbles and the prompts that inspired them.

*****

Quote:
"God, I hate Clockwork. They spew smoke and grease everywhere, there’s that damnable racket everywhere they go, and those bolts of electricity… Christ, they just wear you down. But this is the last of the Clockwork Princes, and I’m not going down now! No, SIR! I’m gonna clear this warehouse out if it’s the last thing I do. I will rise to this challenge! I am unstoppable! I am a god damned force of nature! And DOWN YOU GO, buddy! Thank God… I don’t think I’ve got anything left. I am empty. Wait… is that a gear? Oh s- *THUD*"

Prompt: the most inconvenient time for one's toggles to drop
*****

Quote:
Red and white and awkward… the outfit looked almost as repulsive as those damnable Longbow uniforms.

“You are asking a great deal, Mr. Phipps, but I fail to see the gain.”

“Sir, can you imagine the effect it will have on those… poor unfortunates of Haven House and in the sewers of Grandville? To see such a cherished icon of hope and joy. It will raise their spirits… which you can then destroy when and how you please.”

“This had better be worth it.”

“I guarantee it.”

“Very well. But no cameras.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of it, Lord Recluse.”

Prompt: Lord Recluse finds it necessary to pose as Santa.
*****

Quote:
Synapse came reeling in the front door, barely remembering to open it first. “Oooooookay,” he slurred. “Take a memo. When DJ Zero says the bar’s got something for everyone, he ain’t kidding.”

He tried to sit down on the couch, but missed and landed on the floor.

“Oops.”

He leaned his head back against the couch. “I’ll just sit here and enjoy the buzz… yeahhh. I could get used to thi-"

For a second, it felt like his brain was exploding and he wanted to vomit.

“Owowowowowow…”

Then he sighed. “So much for that. At least the hangover’s over fast.”

Prompt: Steve gets drunk
*****

Michelle
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Samuraiko/Dark_Respite


Dark_Respite's Farewell Video: "One Last Day"
THE COURSE OF SUPERHERO ROMANCE CONTINUES!
Book I: A Tale of Nerd Flirting! ~*~ Book II: Courtship and Crime Fighting - Chap Nine live!
MA Arcs - 3430: Hell Hath No Fury / 3515: Positron Gets Some / 6600: Dyne of the Times / 351572: For All the Wrong Reasons
378944: Too Clever by Half / 459581: Kill or Cure / 551680: Clerical Errors (NEW!)

 

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So how long would it take to film these as videos?

/em ducks
/powexec Sprint


It's the end. But the moment has been prepared for ...

 

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The Most Inconvenient Time for One’s Toggles to Drop…

Why did I decide to get the morning paper in nothing but my My Little Pony boxer shorts? OF COURSE the door would lock behind me! And OF COURSE there would be a Rikti invasion at the same time! All I can say is thank goodness for Stone Armor and my Granite form! Nothing could be more humiliating that being caught in a huge group of my super-heroic peers in my… wait… what is that Sapper doing here?!

Lord Recluse Finds It Necessary To Pose As Santa…

“Yes, ho-ho-ho and… err… Merry Christmas…”

Recluse waved with a too-wide smile plastered across his face until the drunk Arachnos Soldier stumbled past then turned immediately back to the large pile of presents awaiting the annual Grandville Christmas party that evening.

“Not my fault… not my fault… she hasn’t been back that long…” he muttered as he desperately sorted through the multitude of packages. “Surely she would understand though… I could claim it was a joke gift…”

He shuddered at the sudden mental image that popped into his mind and redoubled his efforts, trying desperately to find the box containing the Director’s Cut of Ghost wrapped in a fimly bit of lingerie.

He had only written “To: Widow” on the card.

Steve Gets Drunk

He could remember the bar. He could even remember laughing with the bartender as he stated unequivocally that he would NOT drink and drive.

After that things got kinda hazy.

Someone had asked him how fast he could REALLY run. Had someone else speed boosted him? It seemed possible. More than possible considering how badly his feet were hurting.

Against his better judgment Synapse opened his eyes. He appeared to be laying face down in front of a 50’s style diner. All around him kids were walking by with slicked back hair and letter jackets on. He saw a girl in a poodle skirt.

Standing just beside him was a tall man with wild looking eyes and a shock of white hair bursting from his head in all directions. He shook his head and spoke.

“That will teach you to run at 88 mph while generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity.”


My mind wanders so often you've probably seen its picture on milk cartons. - Me... the first person version of the third person Steelclaw

 

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Trumped by Steelclaw... but if anyone were to do it, it'd be him.

*bows*

Michelle
aka
Samuraiko/Dark_Respite


Dark_Respite's Farewell Video: "One Last Day"
THE COURSE OF SUPERHERO ROMANCE CONTINUES!
Book I: A Tale of Nerd Flirting! ~*~ Book II: Courtship and Crime Fighting - Chap Nine live!
MA Arcs - 3430: Hell Hath No Fury / 3515: Positron Gets Some / 6600: Dyne of the Times / 351572: For All the Wrong Reasons
378944: Too Clever by Half / 459581: Kill or Cure / 551680: Clerical Errors (NEW!)

 

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Two thumbs up for both of you.


Cancel the kitchen scraps for widows and lepers, no more merciful beheadings and call off christmas!

 

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Interesting! This popped immediately into my head and wouldn't go away until I popped it out.

Steve gets drunk

Raymond looked at the communicator that had awakened him at 5am and shook his head.

“Okay. You swapped beers and girlfriend stories with Montague and decided to look up Karen.”

“That’s it exactly,” said Steve’s voice, brightly.

“Karen, “ prompted Ray. “The marine biologist. Assigned to the Seaview Project. At the bottom of Eastgate Bay.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Ray sighed.

“If you speed-swim back, you’ll get the bends.”

“I knew you’d understand!” replied Steve.

“Did she appreciate the visit?”

“Her husband wasn’t thrilled.”

Ray sighed again. “I’ll have the sub readied ASAP,” he said.