This is ridiculous

[rabidsamfan]

what am I doing here
I'm in the wrong story!

I pack a little, carry stuff down the *&^%$! stairs, come back up, check lj while I catch my breath... start over...

If anyone's not busy working, do me a favor and point me in the direction of some drabbles... I can't get in trouble reading a hundred words in a five minute break...can I?

Comments

Almost drabble

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

"Sam? What are you doing?" Frodo stood in the doorway to one of Bag Ends numerous cellars, watching as his gardener and friend lifted box after box out of the cellar.

"Why, I`m emptying it. It`s not been cleaned down there for ages I think. I can`t remember Mr. Bilbo ever going down here."

"He probably didn`t. I can`t remember being there myself." Frodo said, laughing, while shaking his head. "I`ll give you a hand."

"What`s in all these boxes anyeay?" Sam asked after lifting a perticularly heavy one.

"Oh... Books I believe." Frodo said, stretching his back.

There, my very first attempt at a drabble. Not good, not betaed, just something that popped into my mind in sympathy.

Don`t break your back now. *hugs*

Re: Almost drabble

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

It's not the back, it's the knees. And the lungs. It's eightyfive degrees (Fahrenheit -- I have no clue what that is Celsius at the moment).

I like the drabble. You should drabble some more. It's fun!