A/N - For all those of you who enjoyed "55 Fiction Challenge" here is a sequel! (of sorts. . ;)
The new rules are -
The drabble length is to be exactly 92 words long, so word count and spellcheck before submitting please! Just FYI - my word processor counts dashed words as two words (or three, depending on how many dashes) so take this into account.
All drabbles must include at least one instance of the letters P. E. R. C. and Y. It does not matter where these letters are in a word, but they must be there. For instance, the word "pickle" would count for both the "P" and the "C" requirement, and the phrase "Lord Tony pouted on his way to Calais." would fulfill the whole requirement.
You may use Percy's name in your fics, but if you do, each appearance counts for only ONE of the letter requirements. For instance, if you wished Percy's name to count for the "C" - "Percy, try this pie." would fulfill the requirements. However, if you wish Percy's name to count for the "Y" the sentence would have to be something like - "Percy, come see this horse."
In any case, each instance of the name "Percy" will count for only one of the required letters.
Any letters used in the title words WILL count towards this rule. Letters used in an Author's Note will NOT.
You may decide for yourself what the drabble is about, and pick your own storyarc, timeline and genre. AU's and Crossovers are fine. However, no poetry, if you would.
Keep the rating under "M". Only "K" though "T" submissions will be posted. No slash.
And don't forget - Have fun! Be creative!
Come join the coterie of an Exquisite of 92! We welcome all comers!
An Exquisite of 92
To start us off, here is my first contribution. It was inspired by watching an insane amount of SP music vids in youtube. Two of my favorites being Ericthefrootbat's "Here they come" and "Sharp Dressed Man" (-_o) Here are links - http:/www. youtube. com/watch?v=8GpgdDIt36E ; http:/www. youtube. com/watch?v=ZoDC7ufRUh0
A/N - Percy may act the fool, but sometimes he lets the Alpha Male show through just the slightest bit. . . ;) Set right after TSP.
My Best
Marguerite never shuffled. She walked. Upright, proud. Regal.
But she was shuffling now.
She stepped from the gangplank. Ah, what a lady.
But his shoes! Ridiculously large upon such tiny feet.
As poor old Jelly's expression swung from frightened to joyous, he greeted, half-explained and paid the man for his troubles.
It was all a wager! La! no matter at all - here is gold.
Now Margot was shuffling – beside him. He nearly burst with pride.
Her feet were in his best shoes. His.
My best.
She smiled at him.
My only.