If it's the 17th, that can only mean a WRITING CHALLENGE!

[in_the_blue]

Third month in a row. Ready, set, get out those pens and/or fingers to the keyboard...

Here's this month's loosely-defined DRABBLE challenge and the guidelines.

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Rules (remember, they're more like guidelines):

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well.


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: the concept of empty or emptiness.


• Ratings: No restrictions.


• Duration: Challenge opens today and closes at 11:59 p.m. Saturday, June 25. Just for fun.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. And yes, please comment on other peoples' work. Feedback is a reader's gift to a writer.

On your mark, get set... go.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Arthurian Romance
Characters: Elaine and Lavaine Le Blanke
Word Count: 251

Lavaine pours the cup of water into the trough. “Now Lainey, there’s no more water…what do we say the cup is?”

Elaine is three years old and she screws up her face in thought. “Wet?”

Her older brother snorts. He’s five years old and knows a great many things. “Elaine, stop being silly.”

“I am’nt being silly,” Elaine protests indignantly. “If the water is gone, it’s just wet. See? The inside of the bowl is dripping.”

Lavaine laughs at this. “I suppose you are right, Elaine.”

And painstakingly, he wipes out the cup of even the tiniest of water droplets. “Now. All the water is gone. Now what do we call the cup?”

“Dry,” Elaine says matter-of-factly.

Lavaine rubs his forehead, and goes out to find some pebbles and puts them in the cup, then brings the cup back. “We call this cup full, right?”

Elaine looks inside, then nods.

Lavaine then pours the rocks out over the ground and then says, “Now…what do we call this cup now.”

Elaine pauses and thinks. “Empty?” she asks uncertainly.

Lavaine sighs in relief. Finally, she’s gotten it. He nods.

His sister beams, then it fades and she just looks a little confused again. “But isn’t it still full?”

He blinks at her. “Of what, for Heaven’s sake?”

“Air.”

Lavaine groans and falls backward, and Elaine begins to tickle him. “You’re silly,” she says, giggling.

“I’m silly?” Lavaine laughs and tickles back. No one had ever told him that teaching was such tiring work.

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

oh thi was lovely!!1
I haeto ask is this fro ma camelot tv series or abook? *is immersei nother arthuria ntexts anc curious tofind new ones.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

No, Elaine Le Blanke is a character I RP on milliways_bar. This is just a little of the backstory I've invented with her brother, who will become Sir Lavaine. She's based off the Malory story in Le Morte D'Arthur.

I'm glad you like it!