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?!"