These drabbles were written in
response to the 2006 Tracy Island Writers Forum's Drabble
challenge was as follows:
Choose three of the following
six topics and write one drabble for each of the topics you
chose. You will wind up with three 100-word drabbles on
whichever three topics you chose. Here are your choices:
Scott during a rescue (could be his thoughts, someone
observing him, something he's actually doing, etc.).
Virgil while playing the piano (again, could be his thoughts,
someone observing/listening, etc.).
Gordon's and Alan's relationship as brothers (one or both of
them thinking about it, one of them thinking about the other,
someone else ruminating on their relationship, etc.).
Lady Penelope (either her thoughts or someone else's about
her/what she does, etc.).
The Thunderbirds (perhaps the ship's actual POV or someone's
thoughts about one or all of them, etc.).
Parody drabble (anything goes, parody style).
at Mobile Control, control being the operative word. Why then
is everything dear to me slipping through my fingers? Gordon,
damn him! He takes too many chances, doesn't always listen to
orders. Alan, his co-conspirator, only makes matters worse.
Virgil's my rock, though sometimes he even gives me an ulcer.
Nothing seems to faze him. If the situation warranted, he
would sell his soul to the Devil to preserve a life. John is
usually known as sensible, except when it comes to rescuing
victims. I sigh heavily, shaking off my fear. This is the
mind's eye I see them, nature's monuments to creation standing
tall, commanding beams of moonlight to brush their
outcroppings as an artist's brush touches canvas. The stars
themselves have been veiled by the brilliance of this night.
They have been understudied by the forest's newly designed
cloak, flakes of winter's first snow shining like countless
diamonds against the stark white background. Suddenly I find
myself wishing I was there. Heart nearly bursting now, I reach
the next break. My fingers flow effortlessly over the keyboard
as I give myself fully to the piece, revelling in its pure
always been just you and me, Bro. Right from the beginning we
were bonded because of one simple fact. We didn't know what
happened...didn't know her. It's not fair. The others, they
got to have two parents like most of the kids we knew. God,
Al, I didn't even have a mom to cheer for me at the Olympics.
I know she was there though. She saw me on that podium, I'm
sure of it. And you didn't even get to kiss her, hug her. John
missed out some but we missed the whole damn thing. We missed