The Drabble Challenge Meme

Gacked from Anso:

Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

You know me - as long as it is hobbits, I`ll write anything but slash... :)

I think that last sentence was added by Anso, but it goes for me, too.

The Drabble Challenge Meme

Gacked from Anso:

Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

You know me - as long as it is hobbits, I`ll write anything but slash... :)

I think that last sentence was added by Anso, but it goes for me, too.

Eeeew!!!

Holy Cow! I just reached over to click my mouse, and a roach nearly two inches long almost crawled on my hand! I screeched and grabbed the nearest thing to hand to swat it away! Sorry, "Letters..."

Ugh!!! It's that time of year in the Deep South. *shudder*

Eeeew!!!

Holy Cow! I just reached over to click my mouse, and a roach nearly two inches long almost crawled on my hand! I screeched and grabbed the nearest thing to hand to swat it away! Sorry, "Letters..."

Ugh!!! It's that time of year in the Deep South. *shudder*

For Anso, a drabble

Since I gacked it from you, I owe you the first drabble:

SEVEN ( GOING ON THIRTY-NINE )

The small figure slowly padded into the dim passage, and pushed open the door, which screeched mournfully. The moonlight from the room behind streamed into the windowless space, casting a shadowy silver glow over the bed, stripped bare, the furniture, empty, its inhabitant clearly gone for good.

Walking across the bare floor, putting his hand on the mattress with a sigh, he crawled to the middle of the bed, curled up, and gave way to tears.

Esmeralda found him there. “Merry? Come back to your bed. Frodo is at Bag End.”

“I miss him, mum.”

“I know you do, love.”

For Anso, a drabble

Since I gacked it from you, I owe you the first drabble:

SEVEN ( GOING ON THIRTY-NINE )

The small figure slowly padded into the dim passage, and pushed open the door, which screeched mournfully. The moonlight from the room behind streamed into the windowless space, casting a shadowy silver glow over the bed, stripped bare, the furniture, empty, its inhabitant clearly gone for good.

Walking across the bare floor, putting his hand on the mattress with a sigh, he crawled to the middle of the bed, curled up, and gave way to tears.

Esmeralda found him there. “Merry? Come back to your bed. Frodo is at Bag End.”

“I miss him, mum.”

“I know you do, love.”