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Best Drabble (Most Liked) - Page 2


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

9 most prolific5 most esteemed5 top drabble

No More Drabbles

A year ago, I didn’t know what a drabble was. Then I wrote one, then another, and so on as I challenged myself to write one drabble a day for a year.

Some were personal, some were trivial and some were observations on the idiosyncrasies of my life. Quite a few were submitted for the daily drabble. A number were published, some got rejected, some were well-received and others weren’t.

The year is now up, and this is drabble number three hundred and sixty-six. My last one ever.

It’s time for me to concentrate on finishing writing my books.

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed12 top drabble2 top drabblist

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

1 most prolific2 most esteemed7 top drabble


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

9 most prolific5 most esteemed5 top drabble

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

4 most prolific3 most esteemed1 top drabble

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

19 most prolific18 most esteemed16 top drabble

Hair Care

‘Ladies!!! Gentlemen!!! Sick of paying £££ for products to give your hair volume? We have the answer. Did you know that some birds can raise their crest feathers at will? Imagine big hair, or an obedient quiff, at your command! One almost painless injection of our EFF (Extract of Feather Follicles) is your lifetime solution.’

The owners of the small clinic grew rich overnight as the beautiful people flocked to have the treatment. Celebrity endorsements flooded in and the sales increased exponentially.

One day, the clinic closed. The owner flew abroad leaving no contact details.

Then the moulting season began.

Kath Middleton Merits

1 most prolific2 most esteemed7 top drabble

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

1 most prolific2 most esteemed7 top drabble

The International Drabble Championships

“The one hundred finest drabble writers from around the world gathered today in this hall to participate in the International Drabble Championships. Each of you produced your best drabble under examination conditions within the ten minute timeframe. Your entries have been read, reread and assessed and I am pleased to announce that we have settled on a winner. Now, it will come as no surprise to you that this final prize-giving speech has been carefully written to clock in at one hundred words. No more, no less! So, without further ado, I am pleased to announce that the winner is

Jonathan Hill Merits

4 most prolific3 most esteemed1 top drabble

All Gone Wrong

He’d had the worst day in his working life. His project for the last two years had gone live, only for the new system to fall over in the first hour. He’d spent the day stuck between crisis calls with the implementation partners, and calls from senior managers berating him for ruining their business.

They’d got it up and running again in the afternoon, but now he had a meeting with management the next morning.

He was driving home when the phone rang. His wife shouted, “There’s an idiot driving the wrong way on the M23!'

“Yes dear, it’s me.'

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific1 most esteemed12 top drabble2 top drabblist

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