Title: Anything But a Drabble
Spock and McCoy are sick of Sorlak's drabble fever.
Disclainer: Paraborg owns it not I, but I do borrow them.
but a drabble:
I was just sitting on my little futon in my room, trying to come up with
another drabble to beat
out DS9 in the current challenge set when I heard an
odd yowling outside my door. Thinking it to be my cat, I called out
"Come on in Charlie!"
A moment later a tall man with dark hair stepped in, holding my now content
name is nor Charlie, however that may be the name of the cat you pay
more attention to than you do us."
you?" I asked. I couldn't see who he was because of the black
cloak he was wearing. "And I only see one of you."
other men stepped in, also wearing cloaks. "We are your muses Sorlak."
The first one said.
"We are the ones who
never get any because in your need for great detail,
you get distracted and never finish our stories except in drabbles."
the two remaining ones said.
"We need more length to our tales. They don't have to be epic long, just
than a drabble"
"But I get writer's block really bad..."
"Then write a drabble and add some story too it."
working on Spock and Mccoy's wedding day..."
"You haven't touched that story in almost a week!" The first man said
took off his cloak revealing Spock, one of the two main characters of the
"We could have gone on
from he proposal and be onto the honeymoon in RL by
now if you actually finished anything." The third man said as he revealed
to be McCoy.
"Hurry up, I've got a ceremony to perform!" The final cloaked man said as
he took of his own cloak
advertising the fact that he was Kirk.
"All Right! I'll get on it as soon as I do all I can to defeat DS9."
certain that you do, otherwise we'll take away your ability to write
anything by ten page or longer PWP's." Spock said
as they left me alone
again in my room.