Saturday, January 24, 2015

Drabble #66

I think we both know that I'm a hopeless romantic. So it's a given that I'm in love with the way you look at me and the way you laugh at all my jokes. I'm in love with the way you selflessly offered me your jacket on our first date when it got pretty cold. I'm in love with the way we can have endless flirtatious conversations. I'm in love with the way your shoulder serves as the perfect place to put my head. But in my opinion, there's no simple pleasure greater than the pleasure of holding your hand.

to the one who makes me happy

Friday, January 23, 2015

Drabble #65

The dragon was covered in scintillating scales, each one of them reflecting the sun. Smoke aggressively billowed out of its nostrils, heavily tainting the air. Its eyes, actively scanning the sky, were a beautiful icy blue. Todd placed a clammy hand on the handle of his sword. The dragon opened its mouth and released a mighty roar, followed by a long blast of orange fire. Todd's heart jumped. He hoped that his inevitable death would be quick and painless. Slay the dragon, or you die, Todd told himself, remembering the words of the king. I guess I die either way.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Drabble #64

"What do you think is the meaning of life?"
The man looked at his eight year-old daughter. "Success. Everyone wants success, my darling girl."
"That's not right," the girl shook her head, vigorously disagreeing with her father.
"Then what is the meaning of life to you?"
"To be happy! Everyone should be happy about something. What makes you happy, daddy?"
"You and your mother make me happy," he smiled at her, watching her messily devour her ice cream cone. In that moment, silently looking off into the distance, the man began to see the world with a whole new perspective.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Drabble #63

Gwen stared at Thomas with a calm expression, but the strong emotion bubbling inside of her icy blue eyes was evident. She wanted an explanation.
"How do you know?" she asked him, bewildered.
"What do you mean, how do I know?" Thomas chuckled, half amused that Gwen could look so surprised and calm at the same time.
"How do you know you love me?"
"I've come to realize that I wouldn't give up a single moment with you for anything else in the entire world. That's when I knew I've fallen so hard that there's no way I'm getting up."

Friday, January 2, 2015

Drabble #62

Will, braking aggressively, abruptly stopped the car before the white line. The old lady shot him a dirty look as she continued to cross the street. Just a few seconds ago, she had looked like a deer in the headlights, eyes and mouth wide open, probably scared out of her mind.
Sorry, ma'am, Will mouthed to her, giving her an apologetic look. 
He proceeded through the intersection, distracted, not expecting the body that suddenly landed on his windshield. The person slowly turned around. Will screamed, not because someone had just landed on his car, but because that person was himself.