I have never felt any urge to write or read drabbles. I am a wordy writer. My longest story is about 400,000 words, or was before I edited it down. My shortest ever story must be some 5000 words, or so. I thought there was no way on earth I could write something only 100 words long.
But someone drew my attention to the Dark is Rising drabble community. "Hmm..." I thought. "Maybe I should at least try writing one, even though I know I won't be able to. It would be a challenge, if nothing else."
So I wrote one. Three hours later, I realised that I was not concentrating remotely on what I was doing, because my brain was writing another. When I went to bed, I lay awake for hours, and finally got up at 2 to write a third. I then woke up at 6, and got up early to write a fourth.
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
I often have trouble sleeping, due to lying awake writing stories. However, a drabble is ten times more dangerous. As well as thinking about vague plot ideas, which at least gives me a chance to sleep, it is short enough that I can lie there and write it word for word. *whimpers*
EDIT: Okay, I really ought to actually post the drabbles in question, shouldn't I?
The Light had gone, but perhaps a glimmer of memory remained, because they spoke of Arthur, afterwards.
"He's only sleeping," Barney said.
Simon laughed, but Jane was musing. "What would you do if you lived forever?"
Will stopped breathing. Through a haze he heard them speak: travel and wildest dreams. Flying cars and time machines.
His thoughts floundered. What will I do? They were gone, Merriman and the others. Gone. But how to say it?
They gave up waiting for him, and walked on, without him.
"Hope that I never woke up," he murmured. "If I were him, I mean."
Music and memory
Music was like a river. He played with his eyes half-closed, and the notes rippled out from somewhere deep within. Things unbidden wove their way into the tune. Fear, dark and dreadful in a church; a cross on a belt; a flute in a panelled room.
He stopped, the tune hanging like a sword.
Think. He frowned, and all music left him.
"Why did you stop?"
Now there was no music, Paul could be a rational man again. "I almost thought... Nothing, though." He put the flute away.
He wondered why Will turned away, a small sad smile on his face.
Notes: These two were both written after reading a "pause for thought" challenge, but I'm only posting the second one as my challenge response. The first one feels too close to the theme of my longer story, recently completed, rather than feeling like an independent drabble.
The monster looked most implausible, a far cry from the chill horror of the Dark's minions. Even so, the woman was down, and the man was clearly struggling.
It was the simplest thing in the world to raise a hand and freeze the monster out of time.
"Fantastic!" the man cried, then frowned. "How did you do that?"
The woman stood up. "Who are you?"
Will swirled his newly-earned gown. "I am the doctor."
They stared at him. As he strode chuckling back to his own time, he heard the man speak, his voice almost petulant. "But that's my line."
The old man waved his hand meaningfully. "You haven't seen us."
Merriman brushed off the puny attempt at mind control, and sent him out of time.
He turned to the slack-jawed youth. "You are the last of the Old Ones. You must find the six signs that..."
"Do I have to?" whined the boy.
Merriman stopped, and considered for a while. "No, on second thoughts…"
He would go somewhere else and make a new start, he decided. Somewhere with fewer aliens and less sand. Somewhere where the last hope for the Light was less whiny. Somewhere far far away…
Notes: Both of these were written after I read a "movie and TV cross-over" challenge, but I wrote them to late to post. The second one I'm posting anyway, since it also seems to fit this week's "Pause for thought" challenge.
I think a Doctor Who/Dark is Rising fanfic has great potential. Merriman and the Doctor would have great fun together. (No, not that sort of fun.) However, my Doctor Who knowledge is sadly lacking, so I'm not the one to write it.
It was great fun to side-line Obi-Wan quite so comprehensively, especially since I've written many (unposted) stories featuring an ultra-heroic Obi-Wan Kenobi.