Micro fiction or drabbles?

If you are a big fan of really short stories, then you might already be familiar with fanfic terminology like micro-fiction and drabbles. However, there's a good chance some of you may not know what one or both of them entails. So, we asked a very loyal, die-hard shipper to help us explain what micro-fiction and drabbles are; are they the same thing or are there differences?

Without further ado, let us introduce you to Doctor Daniel Jackson who, unlike normal briefings, will give us a very brief explanation to keep with the theme!

The Best of the Micro-Fiction Category!

We hope that cleared up a few things for you. Even if none of the information was new to you, at least we gave Jack an example of a micro-briefing by Daniel! 

"Breakfast" by iamdkscully

He spilled freshly ground coffee all over the counter, dropped two eggs on the floor, and burned at least four pieces of toast because someone had to “tweak” the toaster thereby annihilating his preset settings. He'd finally gotten the coffee brewing as the omelet was ready to flip, but he lost his grip on the spatula. Scowling at what was now scrambled eggs, he bent down to pick up the rogue utensil. Spying pink toe nails, bare feet, and gloriously long legs, he swallowed hard before standing up, looking in her gorgeous blue eyes, and thanking God for perfect mornings.

"Chance Encounters" by ajay

The first thing she notices are his eyes. An idle thought flits through her mind: like black holes absorbing everything within the even horizon. The next thing she notices are his arms, leading to strong, functional hands and long fingers that she imagines are capable of so much...

The hand reaches out to her and she is broken from her reverie.

"Colonel Jack O'Neill"

"Um..." she coughs and he smirks. "Doctor Samantha Carter"

Then she notices the smile. Another thought crosses her mind: I'm in trouble.

"Compromising Positions" by erinn80

It was becoming difficult for them to breathe normally.

She could smell the musky scent of his aftershave.

He was trying to control the response of the lowerpart of his body.

Her left knee was between his thighs.

His right hand lay next to the left side of her head.

Her soft breasts brushed his chest.

The fact that his left arm was still into the air was the only thing that allowed a respectful distance between their faces.

Then Cassie's crystalline voice said: "Jack, left hand. Yellow."

Crap!

As of this very moment, only three fics have been nominated in the Best Micro-Fiction category. Three nominations are enough for the category to survive to the voting round but perhaps you have a few more favorite drabbles you'd like to enter into this category? If so, make sure to submit your nomination(s) before the end of this month! And when you do, don't forget to register to vote for the Sam & Jack Multimedia Awards! That deadline is also the end of the month, to ensure no new candidates can vote once the voting has opened; to prevent people from signing up just to vote for their favorite and making sure every voter has the same amount of time to place their votes.