Weyr Life: The Drabbles
This is something I've been meaning to do for a very long time. For starters, I generally use way too many words in my writing - brevity is not my strong suit! So, I really some more practise at conveying my ideas a little more succinctly. And it'll also be good for all those pesky abstracts I have to write for my day-job. Why have I not got off my arse and started this earlier? I must admit, LadyFireHair's recent post as part of her fanfic100 claim gave me the shot in the arm I needed, to stake my own claim in the drabbles100 LJ community. It's a big challenge, but it can be achieved.
AN edit 1/6/07
What IS a drabble? I think it's easiest if I just quote the first paragraph of the Wikipedia article here:
" A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length, although the term is often misused to indicate a short story of less 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."
So, if you DO think these are too short, do bear in mind that they're intentionally so. However, if you think I've not done a good enough job at conveying enough story in this limited number of words, then that IS a valid complaint, and I'd appreciate hearing your thoughts.
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So, over the next hundred days, I'll be aiming to post a large number of drabbles on the general theme of Weyr Life. 100 stories, 100 words. No more, no less.
So, what can you expect to see? I'll be following the usual prompt-word table, and updates will be in-sequence on this site. They'll average out at one a day, but will probably appear in batches, as I'm writing them out of order and posting them daily on another site. As for the stories themselves? Some will involve familiar canon characters and scenes, others will involve OCs that you'll recognise from my other fics, and some will just be generic dragon/rider fics. I think that's enough introduction though. On with the drabbles!
#1 - Beginnings
Kylara smiled, her heart filled with wonder. The sun cast blinding reflections off the gently breaking waves, and the sweet smell of redfruit blossom filled the air. This idyllic place was to be their home for the foreseeable future. No fear of thread, and no need to be second best to anyone - everything here would be hers to make the most of, and by Faranth, she'd do exactly that.
But where would she sleep, tonight, her and Prideth? Surely they wouldn't have to stay out here, in the sweltering southern heat, being eaten alive by pestilential bugs.