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Den meisten Schreibern und Lesern von Fanfictions wird der Begriff Drabble sicher etwas sagen. Das sind kleinste Geschichten von 100 (im strengsten Sinne sogar genau HUNDERT) bis ca. 500 Worten. Schriftstellerische Fingerübungen, die vor allem in den letzten Jahren immer beliebter geworden sind. Dabei sind - wie bei sovielem - sowohl kleine Juwelen als auch Mist entstanden. Nach dieser kleinen Einführung, nun mein Fundstück: Der Drabble-Matic! Einfach mit ein paar Schlagworten füttern und heraus kommt ein Instant-Drabble. Die Ergebnisse sind mitunter... interessant ^^' Der im gleichen Forum gefundene Drabble verdeutlicht das vielleicht noch (Warnung: Extrem dämlich! ;P ):
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| 03.09.2009 19:09 | Verlinken |
Spoiler: Contains burning
Spoiler
I'm Dreaming Of A Light Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Peter sat cowardly in the fortress, sipping unworthy eggnog.
He looked at the dwarven fortress hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Jenny had hung it there, just before they looked at each other nauseating and then fell into each other's arms and burned each other's skin.
If only I hadn't been so irresistable, Peter thought, pouring a slippery amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Jenny might not have got so narcotic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a corrupt tear and held his eye in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a blue voice lifted snarling up in song.
I'm dreaming of a light Christmas
Just like a dwarf that had to go too long without alcohol and doesn't really care about anything anymore
Peter ran to the door. It was Jenny, looking leathery all over with snow.
"I missed you shortly," Jenny said. "And I wanted to burn your skin again."
Peter hugged Jenny and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Jenny said.
"I think so too," Peter said and they burned each other's skin until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted muskox spine and lived quickly until Peter got drunk again.
Warum glauben manche, ihr halbgares Weltbild rechtfertige ihre Arroganz?
Kommt da ein Quark bei raus xD
Spoiler
Quint finished packing. Ever since Lilly, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Quint had been marvelous.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing danced him, all was golden. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going under the tree to become a solitary flower.
Just then, there was an useless knock at the door. Quint opened it and stood there sunny for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his face.
When Quint came to, Lilly was holding his leg and looking hot. "My love," Lilly said brightly, "I'm sorry for the blazing shock. I've been shipwrecked on a strolling island for the last ten years, living like dust in the air. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my skin in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Quint could hardly believe his Lilly had returned. "I will always love you, skin or no skin. Besides, you can cover it up with a sun."
They embraced rusty and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was frosty.
Umfrage: RPG- und Zirkeltofu in die Verschenkoption?
~Seien wir doch einmal subjektiv...
~Was ihr noch nicht über Anime wusstet
Genau lesen. ;)
Das war ned von mir. Das hab ich an der selben Stelle gefunden, wie den Link zum Drabble-Matic
~Seien wir doch einmal subjektiv...
~Was ihr noch nicht über Anime wusstet