ROUND 3 Theme
"SINGING TORTOISE"
SINGING TORTOISE — This is the characteristic you must use in your Round 3 story, however you'd like. Refer to it, use it as a character, eat it, be it, race it, ride it, fight it, join its family band...I don't care! Just make sure there is a TORTOISE in your drabble—somehow—and make sure the damn thing is SINGING!
Do your thing, drabblers!
STORIES WILL BE POSTED MARCH 19.
VOTING RESULTS WILL BE POSTED MARCH 22.
This is the Public Viewing Page for Round 3 of Drabbled 2014.
Do your thing, drabblers!
STORIES WILL BE POSTED MARCH 19.
VOTING RESULTS WILL BE POSTED MARCH 22.
This is the Public Viewing Page for Round 3 of Drabbled 2014.
round 3
match 1
DRABBLE A
WARTIME ENTERTAINMENT “—you think I want to outlive all of you?!” “Mr. Tortoise, I’m going to need to ask you to sit down. Security!” “I’ve been watching people die longer than anyone—dying of a sickness I gave them. You know what that sickness is? Hope.” “—Everyone, it’s okay. Mr. Tortoise, it’s time for your pills—“ “Gettysburg, Marne, Bastogne, Korea, Tet! 150 years of singing soldiers to sleep. Every show, every battlefront, suicide’s altar call: ‘Come on, Boys! Pull the trigger and live the dream!’” Mr. Tortoise lived long enough to know that people kill for safety. He knew war was everywhere. by Praji Noskes |
DRABBLE B
CURTAINS Twenty-one shows in Des Moines, three weeks sold out, a barker’s dream of a deal! But it came to a halt, hardly our fault, the night Jimmy was revealed. The Lyceum was hot, too humid to move; some even stood in the aisle. A young woman held a souvenir shell, and showed it off with a smile. Blake took the stage! Carrying a cage! A tortoise and a book of songs! From the creature’s lips, a tune did slip, and everybody started to shimmy. But a local man was certain, pulled back the curtain, and exposed poor golden throated Jimmy. by Mr. Medusa |
ROUND 3
MATCH 2
DRABBLE A
OPERA TORTOISE "UUUGGGHHHHHHH! This show is so boring. When will this be over?" "Not until the fat lady sings..." A human-sized tortoise walks onstage. "...or a giant tortoise...what the hell?" "Now this is what I call a show!" "Well, at least it's fat." "I don't care if it's fat! There's a freaking tortoise onstage. Singing!" Bald, green and singing so sweetly, the tortoise finishes its song, ending the show. "What a costume! We have to meet her!" The boys sneak behind the stage curtains. "Who the hell are you?" "I created the beast. Now I must destroy it..." Button. Pressed. Dead. by Bland Bananarama |
DRABBLE B
THE EXTRAORDINARY EYE BOOGER REVEAL Rheum. Eye discharge. Sleepers. I removed mine by hand as I’d clumsily misplaced my REM-widget. Pressing my forefinger into my lacrimal caruncle, I harvested the crusty gold. Destination: Dreamlodge - to probe my subconscious. The latest Visionscope was tiny and quite the rage. It was the clearest, most vivid model ever developed. Some nerd in Brussels got the credit, but we all knew it wasn’t of this earth. Depositing last night’s yellowish goo beneath the lens, I waited. The gizmo’s dazzling screen swirled, my most recent dream snapping into focus. Grinning, I relived the gem, which starred a goddamned crooning tortoise. by Laszlo Pentagram |