Drabbles

I write drabbles.

And sometimes I think drabbles are the only things I want to write. Not exactly drabbles in the sense that they’re exactly one hundred words, but more along the lines of less than a hundred words. I’m not particularly good at them yet (I still suck, honestly), but it’s something I definitely want to get better at. I write ficlets (and I still cringe at the sight of some of my older ones), somewhere around a thousand words, but sometimes I feel like they drag on forever.

Drabbles are different.

I think drabbles are beautiful, and I have a lot of respect for people who can write them really well. I mean, to be able to convey so many things without having to use too many words — that’s a skill. And then there are drabbles that actually span years, and an entire range of emotions. Now that’s an effing good writer.

Because drabbles are abnormally short, they also tend to be less sentimental. The more words you have, the more you tend to be… cheesy. Putting in words you probably don’t even need, and words that only make your story drip sap like an untapped gum tree. (Like what I’m doing right now.)

I’ve never taken creative writing classes here at the uni (stupid course doesn’t allow double-majors), so I don’t know if they teach drabble-writing in them, but if they don’t, then they definitely should.