drabble with me!

[Gorgonzola]

Any Dopers out there who want to write drabbles?

As the saying goes, (exactly) 100 words isn’t much. And if you write one, you can tell the next person what theme to write about, if you want.

I’ll start it off with one about trigeminal neuralgia:

The thing is not there and yet the brain says it is, and says it with alacrity, eschewing all subtlety for the spangly jangle of the carnival barker. Phantom is no way to describe a sensation that wrenches you out of sleep in the cold dark to lurch around in search of anything, white or orange or blue, that will put an end to the gasping tears and the clutching at perfectly unsullied flesh distant from the huckster’s podium, screaming through his megaphone to the world at large: “Red alert! Red alert! Step right up and see the freak show!”

First taker, pick your own topic.

[Rubystreak]

Theme: stranger in a strange land

Never gotten used to the gravity here. That is, if I am in fact here. Fell asleep standing up in an alley again, apparently. Jerk awake to find myself hurtling towards the feces-spattered cement. Land facedown in miasma of semi-liquid stink, boxed in on either side by seething brick anthills. The world’s tilted, covered with greasy grit; streetlights prism spasmodically. Suspect I have been drugged, back-brain suppressor most likely. So I been mickeyed. Who hasn’t? Wonder if I squealed anything. Looking down, realize that I’m in someone else’s clothes, Feel queasy and fight down The Fear. I could be anyone.

Next theme: it’s a dog’s life.