Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Drabble #61

Not to worry, Olga nervously reassured herself. Daniel had said he would meet her at the place they first met. If only she remembered where that place was. All she could recall from that day was looking through a window at a gigantic fountain complete with a statue of a naked angel on top and having a very clumsy waiter-- Daniel-- spill coffee on her dress. But she remembered nothing else. Had her memory really failed her like this? She sat in her car and put her head in her hands. This was bad. What to do... what to do?

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Drabble #60

Rachel woke up with a startled expression on her face. It was 7:30 AM. She had already woken up once three hours ago, and because she had collapsed on the bed last night around 9 o'clock, her body thought it was okay for her to only have less than 8 hours of sleep. It had been a long time since she'd gotten enough. She checked her phone for notifications. She laughed. Why do I even bother? She put it down. Today, she had enough energy to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Drabble #59

The queen sent me on a journey yesterday. According to my estimations, and of course, the map she gave me, I would be at my destination in approximately a day's time. You could give me a quest, a challenge, a fight to the death with a fantastical beast-- I could probably do it. But there's one catch-- you have to tell me what the hell I'm doing. This queen sent me on this ambiguous journey on my own to some unknown place, her exact words being, "I'm sending you to find yourself." What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Drabble #58

Do you ever feel a burst of inspiration out of nowhere? It's completely spontaneous. Sometimes when you're waiting for it to come, it doesn't come. But when you're in the middle of something else, and you let your thoughts wander... a brilliant idea suddenly pops up and you are completely and utterly inspired. You suddenly have an idea for a new book. You start up a brand new Google Doc and you stare at the accursed blinking cursor. And suddenly, your idea disappears. Damn it, you think to yourself, closing the browser in disappointment. Why does inspiration work that way?

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Drabble #57

"I was wondering when you would notice me," Derek laughed as he plopped down next to me on the porch.
"How long were you standing there?" I asked.
"Doesn't matter. What's wrong?"
"A lot of things," I looked at him, smiling halfheartedly. I paused. "Do you think there's a difference between being sad and lacking happiness?"
He nodded, and I nodded back, glad that he understood. Neither of us said anything else, but I felt a traitorous silent tear slide down my cheek. He put his arm around my shoulders, and for once, I had a shoulder to cry on.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Drabble #56

I felt completely fine until I stepped outside for the very first time in three days. It was excruciating. I don't even know where to begin with describing how my skin felt. It was as if someone shot a thousand fire-tipped arrows in my direction, as if someone took a thousand knives and sliced them through my skin, as if I was covered in gasoline and then set on fire. I fumbled for the doorknob and saw that my hands were covered in my own burnt flesh. It smelled horrible. I finally managed to get myself back inside the building.

Drabble #55

Xavier pulled the knife out just as quickly as he'd thrust it in. The king staggered back and collapsed against his throne. 
"Long live the king," Xavier seethed as King Jonathan brought a shaking hand to cover his wound. Blood was flowing from his mouth, a thin trail of red dripping down his chin and onto his robes. He opened his mouth, his teeth tainted with blood, and managed to say one last sentence.
"I'd always known it would be you." His eyes glazed over, his body ceased to move, and his hand went slack and fell to the floor.

Drabble #54

It was strange, seeing your closest friends walk the stage one by one, and then getting out of their seats after the ceremony, trying to find their beloved family and friends in the crowd, with these big happy smiles on their faces. It was a beautiful sight, especially from the bleachers, and although it's been three hours and your butt was getting tired of sitting and the weather was getting chilly, you still felt a blossoming warm feeling in your chest because you just felt so amazingly happy, and just a little sad. It was finally time to say goodbye.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Drabble #53

You depend on the people around you. It's those people that have an impact on how you feel, but more importantly, on who you eventually become. The people around you can be negative and you, as a result, may become negative. However, in the end, it is up to you to realize the difference between what is good and what is bad. It's up to you to determine what kind of person you want to be. You have the right to select people you want to be around, and the right to rid yourself of those who make you unhappy.

Drabble #52

They say that history is important because it prevents people from making the same careless, stupid mistakes. But sometimes, just sometimes--- you make a really bad decision and you don't even realize it was bad until it was already too late. But you know, I believe in fate. Time is all written out in some book somewhere by whoever's in control of the universe. Things happen, or don't happen for a reason. Just because you faced rejection doesn't mean that you're done. Trust me, sweetie. You're not done. Always remember that rejection shouldn't have the right to ruin future opportunities.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Drabble #51

Being a hostile bitch isn't going to get you anywhere in life. You think you're better than someone else, and maybe you are. Maybe that person is the worst person in the entire world. But how do you know? How do you know that you are better than them? How can you judge without getting to know someone first? How can you just jump to conclusions without proper evidence? Did that person insult you? Is that person creepy? Annoying? Maybe that person really upset you somehow. Or just maybe, just maybe.... you're sticking your nose too high in the air.

Drabble #50

If there were three things I wish I could control, they would be my emotions, time itself, and the weather. They're all beautiful things. They're part of nature. But sometimes, you just wish that those natural things were controllable. But wait, who said you could play God? Who said that it will rain just because you want it to rain? Who said that just because you want to take a couple hours to yourself, time will stop for you? Who said that you should have the ability to control your emotions?In the end, everything is a big fat no.

Drabble #49

Everything felt off. The sun shone a little bit brighter. The window was opened a little bit wider. The leaves on the apple tree in your front yard were a little bit greener. And everything seemed bigger. What a small world, I used to always say to myself. But there are things that you don't notice until you really pay attention to them, like how blue the sky really is or how amazing planet Earth is, or how one, single, seemingly insignificant human being can drive you absolutely crazy but still put you at ease at the same exact time.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Drabble #48

Jarod opened the palm of his hand, and there it was. It was covered in blood now. His blood. He didn't realize how hard he had been clutching it. They were coming. He slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his body over and over again. First only at his ankles, then his calves, his thighs, his chest, and finally, his neck. He was ready to let it all go. He saw the next wave coming. This was the one that would take him away. He felt calm. After all, calm was the only thing left to feel.

Drabble #44-47

44: You can't judge a person by stereotypes. Just because you see a girl in the library all the time doesn't mean she likes to study. It doesn't mean she doesn't have a social life. It doesn't mean that she is shy and quiet or whatever you think she is. No. It doesn't. She could be the biggest extrovert you'd ever met. Hell, she could be a gigantic social butterfly who also just really cares about her grades. Just because you see her in the library doesn't mean she is plain, boring, or lacking anything better to do with her time. 

45: It's just like if you see a girl with a crop top, lots of makeup on, bleached denim jeans... You remember you saw her once behind the school smoking a cigarette. Oh, and guess what? She's also dating a gangster. I repeat this question: what would you think? You would think she was the dumbest bitch on the block and she could give less than a horse's ass about her grades. But no, she ends up scoring higher than you on a test, and it turns out she's a lovely individual and a stellar student. What, are we blaming stereotypes?

46: There's a boy in your math class and you know for a fact that he has a lot of sex, smokes a lot of weed, says a lot of profanities? He has about 10 earrings on each ear and a mind so dirty you couldn't clean it with the strongest bar of soap. Oh, well... he's probably really jacked up. He probably doesn't even care about his grades. But no-- he ends up being such a wonderful, encouraging, and hilarious individual. It also looks like he's top 10 percent of his class. Well, what do you know? Are we blaming stereotypes again? 

47: Okay. There's a quiet girl, sitting right over there. Do you see her? She's the one with the gigantic SAT study book. Yeah. Her. She's wearing a huge jacket that she definitely got from Walmart and plan old jeans with tennis shoes with a crap ton of dirt on them. Alright, she's probably really awkward and has no confidence whatsoever. But it turns out she's been on more dates than you have and her favorite thing to do is going out. What the hell, am I right? When are stereotypes even accurate anymore? What's the point of using them now?

Drabble #43

"Sometimes, all you need is a little courage," I told Sandra. 
"Most of the time, all I need is coffee," she laughed through her tears. She looked like shit, she really did. Her eyes were red from all the crying and her eyeliner ran down her face in black streaks. Her hair was tangled and flying in many different directions. At least I got her to smile.
"Thanks so much, Morgan. This means a lot to me." She gave me a hug and buried her face in my shoulder.
"It's what friends are supposed to do," I smiled and nodded.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Drabble #42

There was something about him, the boy who moved in across the street. He was a stranger, yet so familiar. One second I could swear on my life that I'd never seen him before and the next second I feel like I'd known him my entire life. He always catches me staring at him. I would always be the first to look away, avoiding his icy blue eyes. His face was always so stoic. You could never tell what he was thinking or what he was feeling. He never smiled, and he never frowned. It was creepy, in a way.

Drabble #41

There they were, in the landing above, shooting at everyone underneath them. They showed no mercy, killing the men, women, and children all the same without any hesitation or sympathy. They shot to kill. Robots weren't supposed to have feelings anyway, but, then again.... they weren't supposed to have guns either. It was like something straight from an episode of Doctor Who. Except this was real life, and there would be no Doctor to save us. This whole thing was bizarre, really. No one would believe us if we lived to tell them. So, I closed my eyes and waited.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Drabble #40

There was something peculiar about that box, just sitting there in his hand. It was made of stone, with steel hinges and a golden flower embellishment on top.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Why, it's Pandora's box."
"Why do you have Pandora's box?"
"I have my reasons," the man said. "Don't worry. I won't be using it on you. I've already got you tied to a chair. If that's not defeated to you, I don't know what is."
"You can't use it on the king, you know, if that's what you're planning."
"Oh, she's a clever one," my captor drawled.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Drabble #39

After years and years of hunting it down, I finally found it. The monster that terrorized the lives of the village people. I was lucky enough to find it sleeping, or I might just be dead already. This was a crazy endeavor, to try to kill it-- only people who weren't afraid of the consequences were willing to try. Prince Cassius, Lord Kieran-- They all ended up dead, obviously. But then again, those pretentious nobles always went at the wrong times. You had to get it when the sun was high in the sky. That was when it was sleeping.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Drabble #38

"Hello Miriam. I believe we need to talk."
I pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down. The cold metal back sent an icy shiver down my spine. She looked intimidating. She was very calm and collected, although her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and her anorexic thin lips coated in a light brown nude lipstick made her look like she could bite you if she really wanted to. She took out a beige folder-- the sucky paper kind without pockets-- from her purse and set it down on the tabletop between us.
"Indeed, boss. I believe we do."

Drabble #37

Avalon's face lit up in excitement when she saw us. She was wearing her oh-so Avalon-esque bright red lipstick and her favorite dress. She came marching up to us in her 2 inch heels, letting them click and clack across the hallway floor. "I lost my virginity. I was at the bar last night. I had a fake ID of course but I didn't get carded. I didn't get carded! I actually look 21. Maybe there weren't any police officers in there. I was going to stay home today but I changed my mind because I just had to tell you guys!"

Monday, July 7, 2014

Drabble #36

I will always remember the moment that my brother died. I watched the monster suck the blood and life out of him until he became pale and colorless. I remember the way it let his blood drip down its chin as if the only family member I had left was some sort of measly meal. I remember the way it tore his bloody heart out and tossed it aside, and then walked away like nothing had even happened. In that moment, I knew I wanted revenge. Ever since then, I had a goal. I wanted to end the vampire race.

Drabble #35

The human writhed in my arms as I sucked the blood out of its warm, tender neck. I felt my energy coming back bit by bit. What seemed to be impossible just moments before now seemed like easy tasks. I was done. It was gasping and gurgling for air, its pale arms wrapped around its own throat trying to close the wound. I did not have the power to save it, so it seemed best to end its misery instead. Plunging my fingers into its chest, I tore out its bloody red heart and tossed it aside. It stopped moving.

Drabble #34

"I think you're hiding something from me," I tell him as I walk into the room.
"That's ridiculous."
"Then explain this!" I lose it. I did mean to keep it at a reasonable volume, but hearing him deny it was too much for me to handle. I chuck his phone at him. "Tell me that you're loyal, faithful. That you love me. You're a fucking bitch liar. Fuck you."
"I can explain."
"Explain what? How can you explain the fucking heart emojis on her fucking contact name? I'm your girlfriend! How can you text her like that-- like you're single?!"

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Drabble #33

"I think we should take a break," John told me over the phone.
"What? Why?" I asked, beginning to panic. Was he breaking up with me? Over the phone?
"I just need some space." 
I stay quiet for a good 3 seconds. "Babe. What's the problem?"
"The problem? The problem is us. Did you see the way your family looked at me? We can't work."
"My family? This isn't about them! This is about us. You have to trust me," I insist.
"I can't. I'm sorry. You're a great girl, and I really like you. But I--"
"I'm pregnant." I blurt. 

Drabble #32

High school is full of the fakest bitches I think I'll ever meet in my entire life. There are nerds and jocks and cliques and loners, of course, but there are also sluts and whores and a shit ton of bitches. Fake ones, at that. They would tell you one thing and say behind your back another thing. They would pretend to be nice and attack when you're least suspecting. Do I speak from experience? Maybe. But that's for you to guess. All I can recommend is that you be careful and don't do drugs. Especially weed. That shit smells.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Drabble #31

Pushing aside the deep burgundy curtains, I looked out the window from the top floor of our house. The view was splendid, as usual, the sun rising over the top of the tallest trees, bringing color to the earth. Birds began to take flight, and although there was a window between me and the outside, I could still hear them chirping. I watched this view for a very long moment before letting go of the curtains and beginning my work for the day. I realized that I couldn't stop thinking about the birds- or rather, what they obviously symbolized. Freedom.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Drabble #30

My heart pounded hard, the sound of its accelerating contractions echoing in my ears. It was so loud that I was afraid everyone in the house could hear it. I was this close, this close to freedom, and despite how my escape plan didn't work last time, I wasn't about to fuck it up again. I was going to get out of this jail and finally be free. The third time's the lucky time, right? I reached into my pocket and grasped the cool metal key in my sweaty palm for reassurance. The iron gate was just around the corner...

Drabble #29

Elosia muttered things quietly to herself as she sat in the corner, hugging her legs to her chest and rocking back and forth. Eventually Jared gave up and threw his arms up in exasperated defeat. He'd tried to get to her quickly, but he had been too late. She'd already been possessed by the demon. He didn't know if she had hope, but he did know that Elosia was going to be more of a burden than she was before. But... it was something about her that made Jared know for sure he couldn't just leave her alone to die.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Drabble #28

"Regina!" I shrieked. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't have sex with random strangers in my house!"
"Shut the fuck up!" 
Long story short? Regina was homeless now, and not to mention, broke. And she needed me, her "successful" lil' sis, to support her. You'd think that she'd be the one supporting me, since she was older and all. What a disappointment. My own sister did nothing except take up space in my house and fuck random men she'd meet on the streets. Be a lady on the streets and a freak in the sheets, she would say. Bullshit.

Drabble #27

Lexia slumped in her seat, and I gave her a hug. She buried her face into the front of my shirt, not caring that she was smearing her mascara all over my clothes. I didn't really care, either-- it wasn't my shirt anyway.
"Am I that undesirable?" she sobbed. "Is it because I'm ugly?"
"Shh, you're not ugly," I said.
"Yes, I am. My nose is too big and I have too much acne and my eyebrows are hurt."
"No," I tried to tell her. "Listen, Lexia. You are beautiful and you don't need a guy to complete you. Ok?"

Drabble #26

I could feel my bones snapping and healing, growing bigger and stronger, my skull changing shape. A series of sickening cracks echoed through the forest. I let out a scream of agony. My eyes burned. The transition, obviously, was taking place. Growling at the full moon, I felt my claws emerge from what used to be my hands. Thick hairs sprouted from my face and the rest of my body, pushing their way through my skin. The werewolf transition was complete. I was a killer of the night, and my prey, ready or not, would have to deal with it.

Drabble #25

I like it when she cries. Oh god, wait. I must sound like a sociopath who enjoys torture. Let me explain myself. I don't like it when she's sad, in fact, I absolutely hate it, and I wish I could take her sadness and shove it into my own body if it meant that she wouldn't have it anymore. It's just the way that her tear droplets get caught in her eyelashes and the way that she leans on my shoulder for support and protection. Mascara runs down her face, but in every way, she still manages to be beautiful.

Drabble #24

I think I'm lost, lost in a dream, because everything around me is a hazy blur and I can't see anything and I don't even know if my eyes are open. What is going on? I see nothing and I feel nothing and I don't think I'll ever be able to feel anything or see anything again. Oh my god am I dead? I'm dead, I insist to myself. Wait I'm not dead what is going on? There are voices echoing in my head but I can't tell what they're saying or who the hell is talking. What the hell?

Drabble #23

Maybe it's the feeling I get when I close my eyes and will myself to go to a time that I can imagine, or the feeling of disappearing and losing myself from the present and traveling to the past or to the future. Hell, it could be the feeling I get when I appear and solidify from thin air. Whatever it is, I've gotta say I love it. I love knowing what's going to happen next and I love it when people think I'm psychic, begging me to tell them their future. But I'm not. I am a time traveler.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Drabble #22

The day I heard about Ally Schlienfield's death-- It was morning, and Mom gave me my lunch bag to bring to school. I was giving her a peck on the cheek, when the news report came on, saying Ally had died, falling off a tree and breaking her neck. We were shocked. Ally and I had played Wedding together in Kindergarten. We ate lunch together every day last year in the third grade. We were close. But this year, when her dad died, she changed. She didn't want to eat with anyone, much less play Wedding. And we'd drifted apart.

Drabble #21

"You have been chosen, Quetzal," Mother told me one morning.
"Chosen?" I asked. still confused.
"For the sacrifice. The gods have been angry. You have been chosen."
It took a moment for the truth to dawn upon me. I stepped back, and pressed against the wall of our home.
"Quetzal," she sighed. "I love you. But this is something you have to do."

When they came for me, I didn't fight. I'd accepted that this was fate, and things happen for a reason. So when they cut open my chest and tore my heart out, I didn't make a sound.

Drabble #20

He shouted at me to stay away from him. His eyes changed color, into the brightest purple that I'd ever seen. And then his irises disappeared completely, until there was nothing left staring at me except for the milky white orbs that were embedded in his head. He collapsed onto the ground.
"Jarod?" I felt his name come through my lips. No reaction.
I waited for the familiar warmth of his brown eyes to come back to me, for him to get up and reassure me that everything was all right. It never happened. That is how I lost him.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Drabble #19

There was a noise coming from the kitchen. And then nothing. Nothing but complete silence and darkness for about a good minute, until none other than Niklaus Mikaelson, original vampire, was standing in front of me. His fingers gently brush a strand of hair aside, and he whispers in my ear. "No one can know I was ever here, love."
My heartbeat quickens, and I half expect him to grab my neck and sink his teeth into me, tearing my flesh into pieces, or for his beautiful eyes to turn gold around the irises, showing evidence of his werewolf gene.

*This is a fanfic drabble, guys. Klaus is from Vampire Diaries. Looooove.*

Drabble #18

Lexia stood, staring at the water down below. She took off the high heeled stilettos she'd worn to the party and put them aside, her heels throbbing. This is Martyr's Bridge. The bridge that her brother jumped off to his own death. Why they named it something so morbid, Lexia never knew. Was it build especially for sacrifice? How terrible. She wandered to the edge, and found herself face to face with her own reflection in the water, thinking about how the water would feel engulfing her entire body and filling her lungs, taking her into eternal and complete oblivion...

Drabble #17

"You fucking asshole!" He threw me against the lockers. A combination lock dug into my back and the back of my head throbbed with the impact, but I made no sound and didn't fight back.
"Let me go." I said.
"No, until you admit to what you did."
"I didn't do anything. Let me go."
He threw a punch against my jaw and pushed me to the ground, kicking me repeatedly in the stomach. He dragged me back up by the front of my sweatshirt and threw another punch in my face.
"Say it out loud!"
"I fucked your girlfriend!"

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Drabble #16

Our foreheads touched as we swayed to the music. Our eyes were closed. My fingers laced together behind his head, my thumbs stroking the warm skin of his neck.
"This is all I'd ever wanted, to slow dance at a high school prom to slow, romantic music. You're making all my dreams come true," I whispered to him.
He laughed, obviously amused. "You're easy to please. If I'd known that taking you to prom was the key to winning you over, I would've taken you last year."
"You're the absolute best. Thank you so much for asking me this year."

Drabbles #13-15

Hades broke open the pomegranate and carefully picked out six seeds, almost as red as Persephone's lips. He held them out to her. "A peace offering."
Persephone remembered that she was not to eat any food from the Underworld. She stared at the seeds in his dead, cold hands. "I'd rather not."
"Eat them." Hades demanded, his eyes becoming darker and more menacing by the second.
Persephone stepped up to him, and simply stared back. She was not afraid at all, despite all the things people said about him. "No." And she brought her knee up between his legs. Hard.

There was a light, and it was beckoning me to come forth. I don't know what made me follow it, because in movies, when a character follows a strange light, they usually end up dead. Or something like that. Jeez, did I have a death wish? I shook off the thought, and accepted that I was just curious, and a light this beautiful couldn't lead to something as darkly terrifying as death... Then again, curiosity killed the cat. But my feet never stopped moving, as if they weren't even under my control. This is ridiculous. Go back. But I didn't.

"You're a teenager. What makes you think that you can get anything out of book blogging and writing? That's  so stupid. You have to concentrate on your studies, or how else are you supposed to get into Stanford?"
"I don't want to go to Stanford, Mom." You calmly reply to her, fully aware of her boiling anger. "You have to set your expectations to a more realistic level, and you have to stop comparing me to my friends because that's not really helping."
"Don't talk back to me!" she yells. "You're going to end up at some crappy community college!"

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Drabble #12

The boy had his head bowed, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his last remaining stump of charcoal moved across the yellowed paper. He occasionally looked up at the girl, transferring the lines of her face and her body onto the paper.
"Are you done yet?" She asked him.
He laughed. "Of course not. Jack didn't manage to draw Rose in 1 minute, did he?"
A pause.
"What's your name?"
"Everest," he smirked. "And yours?"
"Well, Aliyah, I'm almost done. I think I'll give this portrait to you for free."
She paused. "I want you to keep it."

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Drabbles #9-11

You see him, just a few footsteps away, and instead of that familiar tug in your gut or that skipping heartbeat you usually feel when you see his face, you feel nothing. Nothing but calm, complete indifference. And then it dawns on you. He has cruelly forced your feelings out of your chest and when you offered your heart and soul to him, he threw everything back at you. And now? Do you have any feelings at all? You wonder-- is this just a lack of love, or is this the lack of any emotion? You decide to turn away.

My teeth tore into the human's throat, blood immediately gushing into my mouth. The thirst was too much to handle. He had been nice, while he lasted. I didn't make eye contact, because I knew too well of the glazed-over eyes and the expression of horror that I would see. I just concentrated on the blood. It rushed through my body and replenished my soul, if you will. I felt rejuvenated. The coppery tinge in my mouth was all I'd been wanting for the past three days. Tearing away, I let the body fall to the floor with a thump.

The gunshot rang through the air and only too late did I notice that Luke had been thrown to the ground, clutching his stomach, his hand covered in his own blood.
"Luke!" I screamed, rushing up to him.
"Go! Run! Leave me. There's no time!"
"I'm not going to do that," I shrieked. 
His piercing blue eyes looked at me. "You have to. This is a risk that you have to take. I'll be fine."
"You're shot!"
"This is just a superficial wound. Could be worse. It didn't hit anything vital. You have to go. Hurry. They're waiting for you."

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Drabble #7-8

Alec looked up, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun and the other swiping the sweat collecting on his cheek. He felt as if his leg hairs were going to burn off. Every step he took made him more and more aware of how far away he was from the rest of the group. Would they notice he was missing? Or would they just leave him to die in the middle of the desert? The plastic water bottle residing in his backpack was definitely empty, and all he had in his backpack was a miserable pack of beef jerky...

Rina barely had any time to register what was happening when the car jerked out of control and threw her body against the side door. All she heard was a crash, a shout, and the windows of her dad's new car breaking into a million tiny shards of glass. There was a dip in her stomach, and then there was nothing but water everywhere. They had fallen off the bridge into the river. They were going to die. Shit, crap, fuck! She tried to scream, but all that came out was air bubbles, and all that came in was water.

Drabble #6

I wake up, stretch, and crawl out of bed. The alarm has been annoyingly ringing for the past minute. The fact that I have five alarms set in the early morning is considered to be "unhealthy," according to Mom. It has been three days since the AP Biology exam, and tomorrow is the AP World History exam. But what am I doing writing a drabble? I grudgingly open and compose 100 words reflecting how I'm feeling-- terrible, exhausted, miserable and nose-clogged. This can't possibly count as a drabble, I think to myself. Oh well. At least I'm writing something.

Drabbles #1-5

“Duuuude. Fuck.”
“Don’t,” I retort, more annoyed than usual at her obscenity.
“Don’t even fucking—”
“I swear to God, if you drop the F-bomb one more time I will sock you in the face, and you’ll be sorry you were ever born,” I yank my keys out of my purse and jab them into the ignition.  
“Maybe you shouldn’t be driving when you’re heated,” Adelaide suggested. I didn’t take my eyes off the road, because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist punching her stupid, smug stoner face and losing control.

His comforting hands were all over me and I couldn’t help but arch my back against his warm body, wishing that we could be closer, closer, just a little more, despite how we were literally pressed against each other— practically the closest we could get. His eager lips hungrily moved over mine and one of his hands rested at my lower back, pressing me tightly against him, the other tangled in my hair.
He groaned, and my fingers found and cradled the back of his neck, ever so gently.
I pulled back. “I love you.”
“Thanks,” he said, smirking.

“You,” I hissed. I drew my sword.
“Me,” Aaron laughed. “Me, indeed. Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you.” His sweet-as-honey voice rolled over me, reminding me of the time in which I’d actually trusted him. I used to love that voice, even trust it. But now, I cannot block out the fear every time I see him, I cannot block out the trace of evil that mixes itself in with the sweetness. How could I have missed it before?
“You should’ve stayed away. But now— you will die. A very slow, excruciating, painful death.”

The blade sliced through the demon’s middle, and a sickening crack-thump signified that the demon had finally died. Eli wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about— people had been fearing a demon that couldn’t die, and before him was the demon, dead.
“Damn, I’m good,” Eli smirked, cocky.
That was when the demon parts began to reassemble. It sounded like however flesh coming back together was supposed to sound. It attacked Eli from behind, brutally twisting his neck and wrenching his head off his shoulders, and then dropping it, letting it thump to the ground..

“Is it because I’m a girl?” Cecily asked angrily.
“No! Of course not! Who do I look like?” Marcus told her, trying to calm her down but at the same time getting even more angry himself. “Not because you’re a girl, but because you are a teenager.”
“Damn you,” Cecily whispered.
Marcus’s hand cracked across her face, and then quickly retreated in horror of what he had just done.

“We’re through,” Cecily bit back a sob and turned her face away. “It’s over. You screwed up so many times already. I don’t care anymore.”

Sunday, April 6, 2014

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