Drabbles

"A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length, although the term is often incorrectly used to indicate a short story of fewer than 1000 words. The purpose of the drabble is brevity and to test the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space." Drabbles

Below are a few of the drabbles written for our YA Creative Writing Club, which meets on Wednesdays @ 4 pm when we're taking a break from our novels. They had the theme of "Eye in the Sky" to work with, and could either use this as their title or just as their inspiration.

"Eye In the Sky"
-Zach

Spotlights shone through the fog. It was the shape of an eye, for the One, the Only--Eye Man. The police chatted in wait of Eye Man. There was a flash, a crack, a blink, and Eye Man was there. All eye except appendages coming out of his body, and a mouth at the pupil, Eye Man was all eye. In the blink of an eye, literally, he could beat up bad guys. The police officer said, "Sorry, Eye Man, wrong spotlight. Maybe next time."
There was a flash, a crack, a blink, and Eye Man was nowhere to be found.


"Daymares"
-Niah

Though she had an idea of where she was, she wasn't entirely sure. And she was even less sure that she truly wanted to know. But would you, when surrounded by twisted trees and flowers that towered over you like Jack's beanstalk? Though, in her opinion, everything was twisted, not just the plants but the people and even the animals as well. In front of her the air shimmered and an all-too familiar grin appeared. "How ironic," she thought, steeling herself for his appearance.
"Hello, welcome back." Her heart stopped, and Alice turned to run ,refusing to look back.


"Memoirs of a Gold Fish, Day...I'm not sure"
-Trey

Dear diary, today the human just stared at me...he-hello! Would you like some water? It's very clea--Dear diary, today the human just stared at me...he--my name is...I don't know. What's yours? I--Dear diary, I don't remember what my human did today, he--where am I? Dear diary--hello! My name is--Dear diary, I have had a good memory today. I--Hello! I'm about to make some cookies! Do you want to have--I love you. Sigh, you have beautiful eyes, you--Dear diary, the human is watching me. Just sitting there, watching--you loathesome, miserable creature--
until next time, love, Goldfish

Alphabet Poems

We had a "Writing Day" today at book club. Below are some of the anonymous creative works. We wrote "alphabet poems," which means that each poem has 26 words, one starting with each letter of the alphabet. No repeats. You have to write in order. "x" is the only letter you're allowed to fudge.

Abby
buddy
came down
eatin' freaky
great hair
irritated janky kangaroo imitation
make no one put quail robot stuff up their veil
with x-hausted yet zooish


Any bald cat diving, energetically, furiously, going headlong into jello knows luck makes no old pals. Quickly, risking some towels, unilaterally vaults, whispering x-haustedly, "You're zapped."



A
big crab defended every fairy.
Good.
Happily, I joked.
Kinda.
Lovingly, my nose opposed pears.
Questioningly, Rachael sat the unhappy,
vicious, weird x-huberant youthful zoo (down).


A
beautiful, cold Diane eloped Friday.
Green Herbert is just kidding.
Love means nothing.
Other people question really strongly their union vows.
William.
Xylophone.
Young.
Zoop


Anna blasted Cullom dauntingly, euphorically, famously.
Go, Hillary, incinerate Jake.
Kayleigh, lobotomize orks.
Phill quickly, riotously, ultimately shouts 'Tim.'
Ultra-Vincent walks x-tremely 'yiddishly.'
Zebras.


A boy came doing eggdances.
Fish gulped hardily inside jellyfishes.
Killing loons makes nobody over-reactive.
People quake reassuringly, sweetly.
Together underground, Venezuelan whales x-plain your zealousness


Ants begin cautiously deciding everything for going home in January
Kindly loathing men, not oppressing persons quietly
Rather so than upholding valentine's wednesday
x-haling youthful zebras


Alfi bounces circles down everything
fun, going high, icey jumpy kicky loopy,
meandering now...
off polar quilts, really!
Stop!
Turn!
underneath violins, weather, xylophones
yellow zombies


A big, cartwheeling dog eating fries
gold, huge; I joke, kick, laugh...monkeys not observant
People quest reluctantly
So telepathic
Umbrellas valiant
Why x-treme?
Yellow zebras


At Bob's car Dad eats french goats happily
I just kept/lost my note on pigs,
quick roll sideways, turn up, vibrate with x-ray
you zora