Well hello all you drabble writers!!!!

for this half term, i have decided to announce a drabble competition, nothing too fancy, and nothing compared to Vicki's fabulous Lyndons.

anyways, the theme for this competion shall be: Pub Tales

there are two categories you can enter.


Category 1:

Guy's chat up story.

as many of you know, at the end of series 1, before the fantabulous series end, Guy tries (unsuccessfully) to woo Joanna by telling her a story about a woman wearing Poison by christian Dior, however, the middle of the story was left out.

So, simply, the challenge is this.

write the middle of Guy's chat up story in drabble form.

Rules:
-the drabble should be no more than 100 words, but if you are struggling, you and have and extra five words either side of the drabble (E.G. 95 or 105 words)
-your drabble must start with the material given and end with the material given, but this is not counted in the word count.
-you must include this material at the beginning and end of your drabble.

At beginning
Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

At end
Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.

Category 2:

[I]Drunken tales

as many strange tales and events have happenned in the pub near the hospital, what stories would the characters of Green wing tell if they had been really pissed? you can enter as any character for this competition, and make it as whacky and insane as you want.

Rules:
-the drabble should be no more than 100 words, but if you are struggling, you and have and extra five words either side of the drabble (E.G. 95 or 105 words)
-you must clearly state at the top of your drabble which character you are writing for.



entries must be submitted to this thread, along with which category you are entering at the top of your post. the competition shall be judged by me and my mum and winners shall win a pretty award.

both competitions are open until 25th Feb 2007, so get start drabbling!!

:D

damn you charlotte Radford-hoare! (I hope I spelt that right).. you know I can't write drabbles :cry but I will try hmm this will take somethinking

I love the idea though well done

and can you enter both catogories?
and can you write more then one drabble for each catogory (not that I will be able to manage that of course)

EDIT: I thought it was hoare but I couldn't remember.. :blink:

you can enter both categories, but you can only enter once for each. and also i made it a bit easier by giving an allowance of five words.

and it's H-o-a-r-e, not H-o-r-e.

what a brilliant idea!
i love it, and cant wait to hear some of the replys!!!

this sounds great! i just have a question about the first category--- do the required beginning/end pieces count in the 100 words?

oooh its difficult! im gona keep trying though...

Im gonna work on it..feeling guilty about the WWDW non-entry. It IS tricky though!

i'm going 2 try and enter, :D it'll b more for a laugh instead of competitivness

the beginning and ends do NOT count as the 100 word limit. Only what comes from your imagination is the bit with the word limit.


...what i just said made no sense whatsoever....

Have fun! :D

Ohhh portahh can you post my drabbles up...cos well you have them!

right, this are Jess's entries, i have them cos she gave them to me on sunday, and well, so far, the entries, (these being the only two) are Amazing!!

Category 1: Guy's Chat up Story

Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

It was like that, Switzerland was where we met, my first love, we were 15 then.

I remember those rich brown eyes some years later' Sniffling, he grazed a hand along her jaw, 'like yours,' he sniffled, 'the way they sparked when she saw me.' he smiled. 'The night we rekindled our sweet passionate love beneath the stars, perfect.

It was the next day when I returned from getting breakfast, I returned to an empty home,' Guy wiped a tear from his cheek, 'Her husband had been drunk, angry and jealous, and he, and he...' Guy sniffled repeatedly..

Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.


Category 2: Drunken Tales

Guy

'I had a duck once. It died. 'Cos I was staying at a farm. Paid Duckfucker £20...'

'Duckfucker?'

'...Joe Ducker, paid hium £20....and he knobbed it.... well, he hadn't eaten in 6 days....should of eatten it...

'So is that why he's called Duckfucker?'

'Nah....I don't think so, anyway he got caught by this...fat old farmer, chased him across the field, Duckfucker was butt naked, farmer stabbed him in the thigh with one of those fork things...... Did I ever show you the scar on my leg?"

Guy began to pull his trousers down

'Woooooah.'

:roflmao i love it jessie!!

how long do we have to enter again :blink:

ENTRIES MUST BE IN BY 25th FEB 2007

there you go Ros :D

:lol: thankies lottie I better get going then.... :blink:

where are all the entries people :( come on enter enter!!!

ok here is my realy bad attempt at catogory 1

I may write one for no. 2 soo but yeah:

it's 101 words

Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

all of your life? Well she was my one. She was my perfect woman, we got on like a house on fire. The first time we made love was so passionate and so intense and so beautiful and I never want to let her go. But she had troubles, her ex just wouldn't leave her alone, I tired to protect her but he was too strong, he attacked her while I was away, there was nothing I could have done... She was so beautiful, and so prefect, and he had just ruined everything that I lived for. Suddenly she was gone...


Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.

YAAAAY :D :D :D :D!!!!

ENTRIES!!!! :D :D :D :D

now it's a PROPER competition!!!

well out of me and jess - (it's obvious that jess will win) but I had fun writing it :D I'll think of something half decent for the other one :)

Its got to the point where these arent going to improve any more so here you go, 101 words each and apologies in advance!

Category 1 – Guys chat-up story

Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

And I don’t just mean know. I mean Know someone, even if you’ve never spoken? I knew how she would feel unresisting in my arms, I could taste the cinnamon spice of her skin. We were already lovers; already one. That afternoon, we sipped emerald cocktails, before seeking a venue to consummate our burning passion – La biblioteque d’amour. In the classics section we discovered each other, perfume enveloping me in a cloud of shimmering lust. And then in a flash she was gone, lost forever to the Parisian gutters and a heroin addiction that extinguished the flickering candle of her life.

Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.

Category 2- Drunken Tales

Caroline

Caroline: I went on a jungle quest once, found…tribe of tiiiinnnny little pygmy people
Mac: Did you?
Caroline: yus *hic* They were trying to make me take the test of the flying weasels but I clevrly got out of that one. I showed them the secret of mans red fire…and then they made me their Princess
Mac: You’re a…Pygmy Princess?
Caroline: They decrated me with flowes… and all the forest creatures sang in celerybration. We troasted my future as leader of the tribe - bringer of LIGHT into the age of, err, heaviness.
Mac: And where was this?
Caroline: Somewhere in Bri…Birmningham

w00t w00t well done ping pong for entering the compertiton they were really good :)

I LOVE the drunken tales...what's Mac like when he's drunk? other than a bit tearful...

Thankees ros, tho im sure you can come up with a better drunken tale! They are so much fun! Im not sure what Mac is like, theres not much of him drunk is there? I would think Guy makes a more entertaining alco

Catergory 1#

At beginning
Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

who is the one... the soul mate that you have been hoping to find all of your life. and i was lucky! it's not often that you find a soul mate with such nice brea... ermm bread. Yer she had really nice bread.
There was a downer though. She had a large masculine boyfriend, after a night of hot se... i mean passion i left her to go and buy breakfast for two. when i came back she was gone, only blood remained on the pillow where we layed together. Alas her boyfriend had found out and she had payed.

At end
Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.



Category 2#

Guy:

i used to live in a tree! yer cos i'm tarzans brother! Tree's are fucking amazing. You can burn them...bloody brilliant!
You can swing from them... fucking fun You can even make fucking paper from them! That's just bloody magic.
*falls asleep... wakes up*
What was i talking about? oh yeeeeeeeer treeeeeeeess
i fucking hate trees, one fell on me when i was little! i only crushed my finger, *waggles finger* yer it's now plastic!
They cant stand up in bloody wind
you can't eat them!
you can't shag one!
you can't even have a conversation with one....
nobs!

(both entries are 100 words i think lol)

YAY!!! MORE ENTRIES!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

hang on.....

i've gotta make prizes....

Ok, my entry for this comp...

PL, we don't have to pm you with these as well do we? We can just post them here...?

Category 1 - Guy's chat up story

Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...

‘… for eternity; you feel like climbing la Tour Eiffel and shouting your love for all of Paris to hear.’

‘But you were in Nice.’

‘Yes. We were. (Thinks for a second) But if we were in Paris, that’s what I would have felt like doing.’

‘Alright, so what happened?’

‘She died.’

‘What, did she get hit by a baguette-wielding, garlic-toting French cyclist?’

‘No. She was… shot.’

‘Shot?’

‘Yes. By the mafia.’

‘Aren't the mafia Italian?’

‘Did I say she had to be French?’

‘But her name is French.’

‘Well maybe her mother was French! Jesus! (Remembers he's supposed to be sad)Anyway…’

...do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.

Ohhh Bingle i love it!!
And erm i dont think you have to PM them..but then i did give my drabbles to her by hand!!

I'm not sure if this qualifies exactly, as it isn't a story as such - just drunken ramblings!

Category 2 - Martin (having his conversation with Caroline).

‘I swear! I’m telling the truth!’

‘So you were chased out of the gents toilets by a giant tomato, wearing a bowler hat?’

‘Well, it might have been a top hat, but I’m not sure.’

‘Martin, are you drunk?’

‘No. I’ve been on margueritas all night *hic*.’

‘Margueritas?’

‘Yeah, you know, like the pizza’

‘How exactly are they like the pizzas?’

‘Well, you know how a marguerita pizza is basically a pizza, but without the toppings?’

‘Yes…’

‘Well the marguerita drink is basically like an alcoholic drink, but without the alcohol.’

‘And who told you this?’

‘Guy.’

‘That explains it.’

:lol: hehe love it

Hahaha! Damn Bingle and her wily wit!

YAY!!! Brilliant Bingle.



BTW, the competition hass been extended to the next time i come online, which MAY be at around 7-ish in the PM tomorrow. just in case anyone else wants too make a last minute entry.

HAVE FUN!!!

lol Bingle they really do rule!!

:blink: Tomorrow? But I thought we had until the 25th.

I'm an idiot, i thought today was the 25th. apologies.

ANY OTHER ENTRIES ARE TO BE POSTED TO THIS THREAD AS I DO NOT HAVE A PM THINGIE. (long story, don't ask.)

once again, ENTRIES ON THE 25TH!!!! :D :D :D

Cat. 1

Sorry, sorry, you see there was this girl- Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the musee des Beaux Arts, Nice, Avenue des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. And well, actually, I followed that scent, poison by Christian Dior, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalising me. And you know how it is when you feel you've just known someone...
since forever, you know, like since you were in skirts- no, no I never wore a skirt. It’s an expression. In Switzerland. Yes anyway, but as I followed her like a waif through those cobbled alleyways my heart seemed to you know, recognise her, it was just calling out for her to turn around. And, like magic, she did! And that’s when I realised who she was. No, not the woman off the wonder bread adverts. Just wait while I tell you- my soulmate. But suddenly there was blood on the road, her crumpled body thrown to one side… oh, that bloody road sweeper.
Do you know what they found at the hospital, clutched in her hand? A copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles, inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what poison by Christian Dior means to me.


Cat. 2:

MAC'S DALLIANCE

“Woaaaaaaah!!!”
“What?”
“Did you n-not jjust see that ? WHoah man it was like, radical! The floor just- look, woah, it did it again!”
“What?”
“like that time! with that boy.”
“Which boy?”
“The radical one.”
“What?”
“He was soooo hip it was like, insane, it was like, we were like so in AWFUL. No wait. Awe. No wait.”
“Mac, are you trying to tell me…”
“And I was like, hey, nice handbag-”
“WHICH MAN?”
“THE MAN WITH THE FLARES. J-jake.”
“You slept with a man called Jake on a surfboard?”
“N-noo!”
“Oh good, I was worried there-“
“surfboards are like soooo overrated. Milkvan.”
*collapses*

YAY!!! it's a proper competition.!!

COMPETITION HAS BEEN EXTENDED TO THE 26TH JAN (TOMORROW)!!!!

:D :D

I was about to go wait no you cant extend it, then i realised today is the 26th!! lol ohhh i cnat wait..i want to write another drabble but i cant think of one!!

Woo, is it finished now then? when do we get to find out??

Yeah yeah come one we need to knwo who won! Im all excited and everything..ive been waiting ages!

Whoops sorry Tte!



THE HAIR 100 words

‘But they’re gonna take my hair!’

‘No. More. More drinkies. Shsh. Don’t you see? Don’t you seeeeeeeee? All my life. Allmylife. I’ve had this. This beautiful hair. It’s… iss fraiseblonde. Not ginger. It’s not blonde. It’s, like, inbetween. Frasieblonde. And. And. And it’s me. What d’you think when you see me? Look at me. What d’you see? That surgeon… with the hair. The hair. Me.

‘Look at Holly. She wanted the Hair. She stole the Hair.

‘And Sue. She loves the Hair. The Lion’s Mane.

‘All these crazy. These crazy women. Steal my Hair.

‘Don’t let them take my Hair!!!'

YAY!!!! i love it.....i believe that my mother shall now judge this competition, as i love this drabble too much!! :D

OR

You could give it to me.

;)