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Post by The Yetimonster on Jun 13, 2008 14:31:29 GMT -5
lol.
Does Mrs. Lipsky know that she strikes fear into hardened criminals?
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Post by RedBlueGreen on Jul 5, 2008 8:52:55 GMT -5
Hi, I'm new here (and I've only read half the thread so far.)
I hope I'm not butting in, but I've written a piece for "070.Storm".
It's a little over 100 words. I can probably cut it down, but I like it as it is. Interested?
EDIT: Just seen this: 070. Storm. (claimed by PoisonousAngel)
Sorry. Want to see my effort anyhow?
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Post by sitchit on Jul 13, 2008 2:22:03 GMT -5
Woah, where have I been?
003. Ends
Dr. Drakken's freedom ends in the hovercar. His 3 preset radio stations have mysteriously shrunk to a measly 1 of 6 and he's stuck listening to her hip hop music on the way to the store.
It gives him a scared little feeling in his stomach.
When he takes a shower the next morning, his bottle of 2 -in-1 shampoo and conditioner has been overshadowed by the colorful shampoos infused with red raspberry and satin and handmade tangerine and sandalwood soaps.
He shakes an offensive item over the magazine she's reading and stares down at her expectedly.
"Pumice stone, doy," Shego answers without looking up.
He considers it feebly and can feel all sorts of walls closing in.
The final blow comes when he opens his closet. The sea of blue and black has been disrupted violently by strokes of green and he's left staring numbly as he realizes that Shego has actually moved into his closet. His closet.
"What is all of this?" he questions slowly and he wonders if all of this is too much, too soon.
"The closet?" she mumbles into the pillow, still mostly asleep, "Don't even tell me there wasn't enough room. There was."
She's catty even in her sleep but he considers her words again, looking back towards the now very full space and suddenly it doesn't feel like an ending anymore. Maybe a beginning, he ventures hopefully as he takes in the sight of the two colors hanging comfortably.
Besides, blue and green have always looked nice together.
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Post by Ninnik Nishukan on Jul 13, 2008 3:08:13 GMT -5
Good one, Sitchit.  Now... FunkyFist, you still have to do 032. Sunset.PoisonousAngel.... 070. Storm.Dippy.... 043. Square, 069. Thunder and 073. Light.And I still have to do 040. Sight.And then there are the Writer's Choices that are left... Does anybody know where Alyssa is? I might start handing out the Writer's Choices soon if she doesn't return, so we can finish this project. I hope she does. |
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Post by Sweetnsour on Jul 13, 2008 9:32:59 GMT -5
Sitchit... Your drabbles never cease to make me feel powerful emotions. When Drakken was getting upset over things, I felt anger.
I feel so nerdy for saying it, but it's true. XD
Ninnik, you *are* a good woman. This project needs finished. I feel sad that it isn't.
I've just reached a new level on the nerd scale for saying that, too. XD
But yeah. We can do this! *does pep ralley cheer routine thing*
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Post by Ninnik Nishukan on Jul 13, 2008 10:58:28 GMT -5
Wooo! We have our own cheerleader! XD Honey, we were all labeled nerds when we joined this site already.  Here be my last drabble of this project. 040. Sight.He couldn’t move. All he could see was the ceiling; off-white, with a few cracks. Where’s the nurse? It’s TV time! I want my adjustable bed...adjusted!Shego’s frustrated voice interrupted his thoughts: “I told you it was gonna blow up the lair, but did you listen? No! And now look at us!” Delighted, he waited for another outburst, but she’d fallen asleep again. Drakken sighed. It was going to be a long two weeks in traction. If he really strained his eyes, though, he could just see the dark shimmer of Shego’s hair, and the sharp curve of her nose. Now let's get this project over with, okay? ;D You all know who you are-- now get writing! *stern face* |
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Post by The Yetimonster on Jul 13, 2008 11:27:40 GMT -5
I was just thinking 'it would be a real shame if we got 9x drabbles completed and then the whole project just died'. Good to see this thread is amongst the living again.
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Post by Lord FunkyHoof on Jul 13, 2008 11:32:18 GMT -5
OH CRAP 8|
(tries to work on it)
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Post by Marvolo Cassius on Jul 13, 2008 11:53:50 GMT -5
Write, write, lazies!
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Post by Dippy on Jul 13, 2008 13:07:27 GMT -5
073. Light
“Dr. D.”
She shook his shoulder, hard.
“What?”
“My tanning lamp’s not working and you‘re the only gizmo-nerd around these parts.” Shego explained.
Drakken groaned, but got up and followed her into the mud room. The first thing he did was flip the switch. Nothing.
“Oooohh, why didn’t I think of that?” Shego asked sarcastically.
“I have a routine!” Drakken responded. “You’re interrupting the process.”
Twenty minutes went by, the mad scientist growing more and more impatient.
“I’ve taken it apart, gone over every little piece and put it right back together. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he complained, grabbing onto the lamp and shaking it violently. “Why won’t you work?!”
Shego smirked and plugged the lamp into the wall socket. The sharp yellowish light coming from it blinded her boss and he stumbled backwards.
“Oh look,” she said. “Looks like it worked the whole time.”
Drakken rubbed his eyes while muttering. “You knew all along.”
“What can I say,” Shego replied, smirking again. “You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
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Post by Sweetnsour on Jul 13, 2008 16:41:29 GMT -5
Ninnik- I love the 'strained his eyes' part. It's *so* cute, and just... :]
Dipstick- *dies in puddle of happiness* *revives self* THAT. IS. SO. WOW. <----------------3
I'm so excited. Again. For this thread. LOVE!
I'm not even making sense, am I? XD
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Post by Dr. Drakken on Jul 13, 2008 17:04:04 GMT -5
“Oh look,” she said. “Looks like it worked the whole time.” Drakken rubbed his eyes while muttering. “You knew the whole time.” ... This actually happened one time, though it wasn't her tanning lamp she wanted "fixed". |
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Post by Dippy on Jul 13, 2008 17:11:39 GMT -5
Dipstick- *dies in puddle of happiness* *revives self* THAT. IS. SO. WOW. <----------------3 Thanks? ;D ... This actually happened one time, though it wasn't her tanning lamp she wanted "fixed". Oh? What was it? |
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Post by PoisonousAngel on Jul 14, 2008 20:33:07 GMT -5
Alright, my first drabble. This definitely will be longer than 100 words but... whatever. Please be nice. *hides* Here we go.
070. Storm
"This wouldn't have happened if you'd just kept your eyes on the sky, ya know. Even flying through pure air you find some way to screw everything up."
Shego was mad. She'd only been a little ticked when they had to scamper like fleas to avoid getting arrested again, but now that her boss had managed to crash the hovercar during the escape, she was pretty angry. Since they'd happen to crash in a rain storm, she was fuming.
"This is all so stupid," she muttered, as the two sat in the wet grass under a nearby tree while the sky fell around them, the only light coming from the flashes of lightening every now and then. She could also see the stars when looking through the branches, but that was it.
Drakken didn't say anything. He just let the rain drench him and the cold bite into his skin. He was barely listening to his sidekick sitting next to him.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. That pretty much sums up our lives. Now look at us. Cold and wet. Thanks to the genius of Doctor Drakken." Shego wrapped her arms around herself, the cloth of her jumpsuit clinging to her skin, and the cold making her slightly shiver.
Drakken, still remaining silent, unbuckled his belt, revealing the black shirt underneath, and pulled Shego close. He draped his labcoat over her.
"Do you know how long it'll take you to fix that thing this time? The last time you crashed it, it took you two weeks, and that was just buffing out dents." Her teeth started to clatter, and her soaked hair kept getting in her eyes.
Drakken put his arm over her shoulders and held her against his chest.
Shego leaned her head against his chest, shivering and hating evry second they had to wait here until the storm passed. A bolt of lightening and crash of thunder made them both jump. "It's a miracle we haven't been struck by lightening yet, thanks to you."
Drakken rubbed the top of her hair, and getting the strands in her face away as he stayed silent.
"This is all so stupid..." She closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of the storm surrounding them.
Hmmm, she thought, as Drakken set his cheek on her head. Didn't look like the storm was going away any time soon. Oh well.
Yes, I know it's long. But I hoped you liked it.
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Post by Marvolo Cassius on Jul 14, 2008 22:03:58 GMT -5
SQUEEEEEEE!!!  |
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Post by Charlotte C on Jul 14, 2008 23:16:08 GMT -5
PoisonousAngel...I liked it! The way he let her complain but just went on trying to make her more comfortable. Awww.
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Post by Dippy on Jul 15, 2008 16:13:34 GMT -5
Alyssa LIVES!
She's just been swamped with work lately...
Yes, I've managed to contact her.
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Post by The Yetimonster on Jul 15, 2008 17:31:56 GMT -5
Alyssa? Who's that?
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Post by Ninnik Nishukan on Jul 17, 2008 16:28:39 GMT -5
Alyssa LIVES! She's just been swamped with work lately... Yes, I've managed to contact her. ZOMG, does that mean she'll be back to distribute the Writer's Choices so I don't have to? XD |
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Post by The Yetimonster on Aug 1, 2008 13:07:31 GMT -5
I hear every time 100 drabbles are completed, a supervillain gets his wings.
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