Wow, Tep. That list is not something you see every day. Unless you're us. Karl, looks promising.

please do let me know if it's crap before I post it to my Livejournal and ask for wider criticism

Not crap, Karl. You drew me along effortlessly and I'm interested in what comes next.

More Karl, please. Or more, Karl, please.

Um. I'd like to see Karl on this thread more often. And I'd like to see more of Karl's work on this thread.

Ow, it hurt to be that lucid. I need coffee.

Ow, it hurt to be that lucid. I need coffee.

That's why I'm not writing anything for a few hours yet. And why my reaction to Karl's thing was very much on the level of "Ooooh! Shiny!"

List Drabble (7 words):

He muttered in his sleep when the alarm went off. “Cromulent,” it sounded like. She yawned and got out of bed, still sleepy, wincing when her feet touched the icy floor.

In the kitchen, she stared at the spaghetti-crusted plates in the sink, wondering if they could possibly become hot coffee by some process of transubstantiation. Even tea would help. Her tongue felt too thick in her mouth. The empty wine bottle smirked at her, suddenly anthropomorphic: “I told you so.”

She padded back to the bedroom. He was awake now, and when she dropped her robe, he smiled. “Yummy.”

Somewhere in Virginia, 1864.

The Colonel sat by the fire and scratched his beard. "You may put a ape in pantaloons -- I have seen such a thing! -- but that ape is not a man."

The lesser officers had stumps for chairs, and faint whiskers instead of beards. "You dismiss all Darwin's theories, then?"

"I cannot say," intoned the Colonel. "Not being a scientist. But it rebels against the mind, does it not? An anthropomorphic development from such a creature to the Son of God?" He settled more comfortably into his chair and the debate began again.

The corporal put a few more sticks on the fire, just enough not to have to cut more come dawn. He shuffled away, muttering to himself, "I wisht He was here. I wouldn't mind His turning hickory into real coffee."

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Nutty, I love it! Is hickory the same thing as chickory?

I have no idea. But I know you can use hickory nuts, chopped fine, as a poor man's coffee grinds.

I confess, I only used 3 of the words. But I don't think they'd heard of spaghetti in Virginia in 1864, much less carbohydrates.

You only needed to use three. AmyLiz is an overachiever.

Chicory is the dried root of a plant in the dandelion family.

Great drabbles. I must find ways to use those perfectly cromulent words.