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Best Drabble (Most Liked) - Page 2

11.

Genius

The newspaper headline proclaimed, in big bold capitals, ‘Punch in head turns man into maths genius’. The article told how a college dropout who’d suffered a brain injury in a mugging had emerged from a coma to find himself transformed into an academic egghead.

Debates raged.

Cynics pooh-poohed the report. Theologians discussed miracles. Neurologists explored theories about brain re-wiring. Prison reformers considered the possibilities of the baton as a method of rehabilitation. Lexicographers devised another three letter acronym… ASS - acquired savant syndrome.

Thugs, on the other hand, invented a new threat. ‘Hey pal, do you want to be Einstein?’


Ken Magee Merits

8 most prolific3 most esteemed4 top drabble10 top drabblist
12.

Not Taking the Fifth

“D’you know why I stopped you, sir?”

“Nope,” I said. “Wasn't really concentrating.”

“Not concentrating?”

“Too busy texting.”

“Texting, were we?”

“Yep, about the weed.”

“Cannabis user?”

“Nope,” I said, “grower and seller. I used to just grow but my partner died so now I sell too.”

“Mmmm,” said the cop, “I stopped you for doing thirty-eight in a thirty zone.”

“Not the murder?”

“You really shouldn't take the piss, but my shift’s about over and who needs the paperwork? On your way and drive carefully.”

“Thanks,” I said as I wondered where to bury the body in the boot.


Ken Magee Merits

8 most prolific3 most esteemed4 top drabble10 top drabblist
13.

The Book Signing

“Who to?” he asked, before each left holding a signed copy of his latest thriller.

It was late and he was tiring when a young man presented himself at the signing table.

“Who to?”

“Your killer.”

Thoughts raced through his mind as he sat there paralysed. Who knew he was having an affair with his publisher? Who could possibly know that the masterpiece he’d just published was the idea of another? Had someone finally discovered he’d literally murdered his way onto the bestseller list?

Eventually, the young man showed his travel pass to aid the author.

York Hiller, it read.


Jonathan Hill Merits

5 most prolific2 most esteemed1 top drabble5 top drabblist
14.

Over The Top

We wait, trembling with anticipation, as shortly we will launch a surprise attack.

We are as strong as they are weak, and thus we plunder, to prove that we are the masters.

A ripple, a surge, and we move out en-masse.

Silence reigns supreme as rank after rank of our army moves closer.

We reach our goal!

They counter attack!

Fight or die!

I fight!

The living and dying scream aloud, as the hellish battle unfolds.

A snap, a crunch and the claw of the termite embraces me.

I shall not return to the ant hill.


Rick Haynes Merits

15 most prolific16 most esteemed13 top drabble11 top drabblist
15.

Re-engineering the Corporate Paradigm

The boss brought up the next Powerpoint slide. “We need to get the monkey off our backs, get a heads-up on the benchmarks, hit the ground running and then belly up to the bar, while all swinging from the same branch,” he explained.

“What’s he on about?” Mike surreptitiously whispered to his neighbour.

“I think he’s coming out,” Helen whispered back.

The boss continued, “This will call for maximising one-to-one interfaces to explore non-vertical relationships while implementing state of the art, bespoke metrics to productise both front and back-end client experiences.”

“Hey, you’re right!” Mike whispered excitedly.

“It’s a gift.”


Richard Martinus Merits

19 most prolific7 most esteemed6 top drabble6 top drabblist
16.

Murphy's Law

Paddy Murphy was making some toast for his breakfast when he dropped it. It landed butter side up. He got the local priest in to confirm it was a miracle as toast always lands butter side down. The priest felt quite unequal to the job of deciding, so he called for the bishop. The bishop questioned Murphy to ensure he hadn't flipped the toast over. Impressed, the bishop sent for an expert from Rome. A member of the curial office came to examine the case in detail. Eventually he made his decision. Paddy Murphy must have buttered the wrong side.


Kath Middleton Merits

3 most prolific1 most esteemed7 top drabble19 top drabblist
17.

Delays Possible

How long had she been sitting in this traffic jam? She tapped the steering wheel with impatient fingers, shooting a glance at the dashboard clock. She was due at the meeting in ten minutes and she’d allowed plenty of time. Bloody traffic! Delays possible? Definitely!

It took an hour for the fire brigade to cut him out of the wreckage. The paramedics had given him a jab and he could see but not feel the mangled mess that was his legs. He was due at the airport in an hour. The skiing holiday was off for good. Delays possible? Forever.


Kath Middleton Merits

3 most prolific1 most esteemed7 top drabble19 top drabblist
18.

Sharing

The atheist politely declined a flier inviting him to the fete at a church labelled 'Jesus is Lord'.

He offered a warm smile to the Jehovah's Witness who told him that he needed to convert in order to reach God’s Kingdom.

He thanked the boy scout who gave him a cookie iced with the words, 'Jesus loves you'.

When the time was right, he wrote a tweet, a tweet about his own personal feelings on the creation of the earth.

A Christian instantly unsubscribed from future tweets. The author should not have communicated a view that others might not share.


Rosen Trevithick Merits

20 most prolific18 most esteemed18 top drabble
19.

My Love

She waited excitedly. She’d seen the title of his drabble over her shoulder: “My Love.”

She remembered the song Teddy had written for Susan. She remembered the portrait Jane had drawn of Sammy.

Eventually, he spoke the words she’d waited to hear: “I’ve written a new drabble.”“Ooh!” she cooed her rehearsed response, waiting for poetry and superlatives.

She read the words carefully, taking in each one, savouring the moment. “That’s wonderful,” she said, genuinely touched. “Although, a drabble is 100 words, not 99.”

“That’s because you haven’t given me your answer yet,” he said, looking at her with hope.


Rosen Trevithick Merits

20 most prolific18 most esteemed18 top drabble
20.

Taking the Lead

I took my lead from him, unshed tears blurred my vision.

“It was his time,” he said.

The floodgates burst open and my uncontrollable sobbing started. Shoulders shuddering and heaving, I felt his arms pull me into the warmest hug I’ve felt since my dear wife passed away.

“It really was his time.”

He may have been right but neither his words nor his arms did anything to ease my grief.

I shuffled and stumbled to the door, avoiding the looks of the others in the waiting area. They knew the significance of leaving the vet’s with an empty lead.


Ken Magee Merits

8 most prolific3 most esteemed4 top drabble10 top drabblist

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