Music rules: Keep it legit, yo. Don’t post the Cake Song or anything too silly unless it’s been requested. No gangsta rap or death metal or other really niche music unless it’s been requested. Put thought into your song selection; give your victim something to work with. You can abstain from writing with a song you really hate, but try to work with what you’re given if it’s a serious choice someone’s made.
Heroic Challenge: Write the drabble as you listen to the song for the first time. No way son, you think you’re ready?
One more thing. If you give someone else a song, you automatically put yourself up for receiving one from someone else to write about. Bwahaha mine is an evil laugh.
Further information for the confused:
“WTF, a hundred words? What kind of story can I write in a hundred words ?”
Well, not generally a complete story (though it can be!). Often a drabble is written as a moment in time; a snippet of action or conversation. It can start at the beginning, in the middle, or a paragraph before the very end. You can use a flash of that epic scene you’ve always meant to do something with, or center it around a one-liner you’ve been saving up to use. Endless possibilities! This is a pure writing exercise and anything you like can be cannibalized for a longer story later.
Remember, this is a challenge. Drabbles are hard. You’re using as few words as possible to make something poetic and interesting. You don’t have to hit one hundred words exactly, by the way. A margin of about 5-10 words either side is perfectly fine.
Incubust by Terry Pratchett
The physics of magic is this: no magician, disguise it as he
might, can achieve a result beyond his own physical powers¹.
And, spurned, he performed the Rite of Tumescence and called
up a fiend from the depths of the Pit to teach her a lesson she
wouldn't forget, the witch.
The phone rang.
"Nice try," she said, "It's sitting on the bedhead now."
His breath quickened. "And?"
"Listen," she said.
And he heard the voice of the fiend, distant and wretched:
"...frightfully sorry ... normally, no problem ... oh god, this
has never happened to me before..."
¹See the Necrotelicomnicon, p.38.
The Innocent by Alice Kohler
I saw her sitting in a patch of sunlight, and stepped out from
behind the trees. She smiled and beckoned and I moved forward,
lay down on the grass and placed my head in her lap.
I saw the dagger in her hand and death in her eye, but not until
after the blow was struck did I lurch upright, crying out my love
and pain. Another girl appeared beside the first and together
they watched me as I staggered, then fell before them.
"That scream was almost human. Here, you hold its head while
I cut out the horn."