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06 June 2010 @ 04:43 am
Round Five - Fic  
Hey, everyone! Time has come for the prompt post to be closed and the writing of fic to begin.

Some Rules/Guidelines for Submission and Feedback:

1. Drabbles should be submitted by commenting on this post. There is no word minimum or maximum. If your fic doesn't fit in one comment (about 4300 characters), that's perfectly fine. Just post an excerpt of your fic and a link to the rest of the story elsewhere.

2. You need to use a subject line for your submissions.

The format you should use is: Title, Prompt, Rating. Example: That's How I Was Raised And I Turned Out TV, The Simpsons reruns, PG

3. Each drabble should be submitted as a new comment to this post.

4. Anyone can submit as many drabbles as they'd like, using any prompts, even your own. More than one person can submit for the same prompt.

5. Feel free to cross-post submissions elsewhere. Just make sure you let others know you wrote if for this drabble-a-thon.

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7. Absolutely no flames of any kind will be tolerated in this community. This is supposed to be fun. Read the subject line before reading, and simply skip over something that appears not to be to your liking or rating preference.

The deadline for Round Five Submissions will be on September 23rd. Go on and write, everyone.

Prompt List

the absence of your company
accidental meeting
advice from Mom
after-hours drinking
aging un-gracefully
apples and oranges
around you
artificial insemination

baby names
baby shower
the ball's in your court
beach house
bee sting
better fit
bitch slap
brutal honesty
business juice
"business" trip

Can I play with your wii?
car ride
car service
catching the bouquet
Cheese Scarf
Chinese food
chocolate cake
cold feet
complete 180
Coney Island
cooking class
corporate bonding

do it again
Dream about you
drunk dialing
drunk on fish

easy bake oven

fake husband
Fate or Coincidence
four years and counting...

getting older
Ghost of You
girls night out
the glass is half empty
the glass is half full
good surprise?
green card

hair dye
Hard Equations And Rational Thinking
Heavy Heart
hot child in the city
how did you sleep?

I miss you
it's too big

Jack’s baby?
Jack gets punched
jeans in the oven
job interview
just like that

killing time

laser tag
Last Confession
lost pants
Love Lockdown
lovers (not in between meat and pizza)

make it without you
making amends
margarita Thursday
maybe not
movie premiere

never in a million years, Jack Donaghy
new glasses
not me

pizza party
Poison Ivy

quiet time

real estate
real love

sandwich rules
Saturday morning
Sean Hannity
Second City
second divorce
second marriage
sex therapist
she's fantastic
Shooting Stars
shut your face
silver lining
Snapple cap
sock it to me
sour lemon
Star Trek
stop doing that
streets ahead
surprising development

There’s only One Liz Lemon in the world!
thumbs up
time and time again
tissue paper
top chef
the trouble with dreams

underneath it all
unusual middle names

very, very wrong

wedding gift
who is it?
Wii Fit
worth it

you can do better
you don't say?
YouFace profile
you're cold

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Andrew Belle - Replace Me
mostlyscrubbed on September 23rd, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Tag, You're It -- drunk dialing, PG
Liz is definitely not asleep when her phone rings at almost 1am, startling her into falling off her couch and onto the floor. She’s also certainly not drunk, because only two of the three bottles of wine on the coffee table are empty; actually, one of those still has about a sip and a half left in it, so she swigs it triumphantly. And there’s absolutely no way, not even a chance, that her shirt is smudged with nacho cheese, because that would be gross, and also a tragic waste of fine nacho cheese.

So she’s sitting here on the floor contemplating her wakeful quasi-sober cheeselessness when her phone buzzes next to her, signaling the arrival of voicemail. It’s a surprise for some reason that her missed call is not from Conan, because she was sure that the fifth round of her hanging up just as he answered would have finally elicited a call-back. But nooooooo, Conan didn’t have the balls to call her back, did he? That punk ass, conceited, Irish jerk. She punches in her voicemail password, muttering to herself even as the message begins to play. It’s the other punk ass, conceited, Irish jerk in her life.

“Lemon, hey Lemon? Are you awake?”

Liz pffts. “Spluh, not anymore, Dummy.” She stops wrestling with the cork in the third bottle of wine for a moment, screwing up her face. “Wait. That’s wrong.”

“Because if you are, turn on your television and tune in to Animal Planet. There’s this phenomenally hilarious program featuring animals that hop about on size-appropriate pogo sticks. You’re going to flip when you see it.” There’s a few seconds of silence, then the sound of Jack laughing uproariously. “Missing this would be a mistake, Lemon. This program is not to be missed.” Liz hears the clink of glassware and the clarion call of an emu, then a click.

stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack & omg that hairmichellek on September 24th, 2010 04:07 am (UTC)
Re: Tag, You're It -- drunk dialing, PG
I don't have time to read this in full now, but yay new writer! Welcome. :D