Elppy's Drabbles
 

Hi there!! I'm new to menewsha, call me Elppy! (even though my sn isn't goddess_elppy here. >>;; ) This sounds like a wonderful idea; a great way to exercise my muse and get her permanently back from Vancouver (she ran away, I don't know why!!! T_T).

I can't promise that these won't become exercises in ridiculosity. I usually have crazy stuff in my head, and what better way to get it out than on something like this! =D I do have SOME characters in my head, but they probably won't make any appearances. They don't like doing things outside of my novels. :sweat:

Hmmm.... you might even get some poems too. xD

Oh, yes! Feel free to comment or give advice or anything. It'll be greatly appreciated. ;)

I'm using Seito and Psyrien's 100 Themes: Romance Edition
1. Valentine’s Day
2. Roses
3. Chocolate
4. The Language of Flowers
5. The Language of Fans
6. Star-crossed Lovers
7. “Trust Me”
8. “I Love You”
9. Happily Ever After
10. Damsel in Distress
11. Knight in Shining Armor on a White Horse
12. “Take My Hand”
13. Cliché love Novels
14. Ice Cream
15. Blanket
16. Closet
17. Ring
18. Heart
19. Pair of Doves
20. Fairy tale
21. Serenade
22. Moonlit Walks
23. First Date
24. Proposal
25. Engagement
26. Marriage
27. The Red String
28. Flirting
29. New Guy/Girl
30. “Catch me when I fall”
31. Until Death do us part… or longer if we may
32. Denial
33. Jewelry
34. Movies
35. Feeding Each Other
36. Holding Hands
37. Picture Taking
38. Dancing
39. Piggyback Ride
40. White Day
41. First Kiss
42. Mistletoe
43. “Follow Me”
44. “I will Protect You”
45. Come Back to Me
46. Blind Date
47. Arranged Marriage
48. Carrying ( Princess/Bridal Style)
49. Honeymoon
50. Tied Together with Doggie Leashes
51. Spaghetti Noodle Kiss
52. Sharing a Chocolate through a Kiss
53. Wink
54. Phone Number
55. Love Letter
56. Perfume
57. Finding the Right Gift
58. Hot Springs
59. Confession
60. Only You
61. Love Seat
62. Tunnel of Love
63. Scary Movie
64. Blackout
65. Candle-lit Dinner
66. Chandelier
67. Stargazing
68. Wish Upon a Star
69. Can You Feel the Love Tonight
70. “Will You Be Mine?”
71. Hold Me
72. Hugs
73. Kisses
74. XOXO (X – Means Kisses O – Means Hugs)
75. I just can’t help falling in love with you
76. I was made for loving you
77. Stalking
78. Longing
79. Secret Admirer
80. Crush
81. Stuffed Animal
82. Right around the corner…
83. Sick
84. Concern
85. Telephone Conversation
86. Tuxedo
87. Lipstick Kisses
88. Peck on the Cheek
89. Playing in the Rain
90. Scented envelope
91. Locket
92. Tree Engraving
93. Meant to Be
94. I miss You
95. Unexpected Love
96. Next door Neighbors
97. Bouquet
98. Unlikely match
99. Opposite Attract
100. Glomp!

EDIT!I've decided to use the characters from my book that will never be published (so long as I am living, AMEN!) in 90% of my drabbles because I love them and feel bad that they'll never be know by humankind. So, um... yeah. I'll probably post more on them later. xD

Drabble # 1: Valentines Day
Characters: random and unassigned.
Style: a monologue

Ugh, Valentine's Day. Worst day of the entire freaking year. Not only is the fact that I have no boyfriend rubbed in my face, but I'm allergic to most flowers. The last guy who tried to give me any ended up being sneezed on the entire night. All through dinner, he kept looking embarrassed as I'd sneeze (not quietly or gracefully, mind you, but big, whopping, headbanging sneezes) six or seven times in a row. Of course it didn't help that the centerpiece of our table was a short vase with flowers in it. Lilies, to be exact. Bright, gaudy, pink lilies with dark splotches on them. *sighs* Looked like they'd contracted the boubonic plague.

And chocolate. May women everywhere not drop dead from this statement; I hate chocolate. It's too sweet for one, and for another, it feels funny when it's melting. Seriously! Everyone thinks I'm mental because I don't even like chocolate ice cream or even brownies! I can't stand them at all. I eat peanuts when I'm PMS-y. Anyone tries to give me a snickers... well, let's just say that snickers won't see the light of day ever again. *crosses her legs*

So you can imagine that with flowers and chocolate being my two worst enemies, Valentine's Day isn't my favourite holiday ever. But no, it gets worse. I can't even go to the frickin movies on February 14th without being grossed out. I mean, there was one time that the people next to me started dry-humping each other. And this was right before the big explosion scene! I actually got kicked out of the movie theatre for what I did to them. *laughs* I dumped my extra large soda on them and told them too cool off. The girl started screaming that her new cashmere sweater was ruined, and her date looked like he'd wet himself when security finally dragged us all out. It was actually a fairly entertaining night.

Regardless, Valentine's day is overrated! If you're going to go out, at least have the decency to be just as happy as your single, dateless friends. Put on a movie and dry hump each other in the privacy of your own home, rather than next to me in the movie theatre.

Drabble # 54, Phone Number
Characters: Mara, Kat, Frannie, cute boy at the mall

"Oh my god, Kat," I moaned, as she shoved me toward the fountain in the middle of the mall. "Don't make me do this, please!"

"Oh shut up," she laughed behind me. I turned to look at her, my eyes pleading. Frannie, my other best friend, stood behind Kat, looking as though she were trying not to laugh.

"You too?" I asked, feeling like a matryr. Frannie nodded.

"You agreed to the dare, silly."

"DO IT and get it over with!" Kat hissed in my ear, and gave me yet another shove.

Why was I stupid enough to play truth or dare with them? They KNEW I was a sucker for dares. Perhaps that was why they insisted that we play; ceaseless entertainment for them. I sighed, straightening my t-shirt, and glancing over my torn jeans and dirty flip-flops. There was no way I was fashionable enough to be walking around the mall for heaven's sake. Weren't there fashion police to drag me away? I could only wish, as I made my way over to the group of boys who were standing around by the fountain, laughing and pushing one another.

My heart sped up, and I glanced back at my friends, who were both giving me two thumbs up. I hesitated, wondering what sort of a dare they'd concoct if I flat out refused to do this one? But then, I couldn't refuse; I hadn't refused one yet, not in my 14 years of life, not in the 10 years that I'd known them. I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin. I marched over to the cutest boy in the group; a nice tall guy, with sandy blonde hair and amazingly deep eyes; eyes like melted chocolate.

His eyes fell on me, and they danced, sparkling down at me. He wasn't much taller than me (not many guys my age were, me being a freak of nature) but that didn't seem to bother him. I couldn't meet that gaze, and could feel my face flaming as I looked away.

"What's up?" he asked me, grinning and making my knees weak and my heart pound so hard in my throat that I couldn't even form a sentence, just stammered for a moment.

"Um," I said, finally regaining control. "Myfriendsdaredmetogetyourphonenumber." I said, all in a rush, still not meeting his gaze. I don't know how he'd heard me; my voice had been so quiet. I was too aware that all his buddies were nudging each other and smirking at each other, and my blush intensified.

"Sure, what's your name?" he asked, taking the pen and paper that I held. I couldn't help it, my jaw dropped open and I stared at him. Somewhere behind me, Kat and Frannie were squeeing and jumping up and down; I could hear that with perfect clarity.

I must have answered him with some amount of decency, I really don't remember, but the next thing I knew, he'd handed me the paper and flashed me another grin.

"Call me sometime," he said, as I backed away, still dumbfounded.

"Ohmigawsh, Mara!" Frannie squeaked once I was back in their general area. "He's so freaking cute!"

"Yeah, he's a looker all right!" Kat said, taking the scrap of paper from my numb hands. "Well, that dare's over with, maybe we should call him sometime? And by we, I mean me." She grinned mischievously at me. "Maybe then dare Mara to do something else?"

"Oh, you're terrible!" Frannie cried, snatching the paper out of Kat's hands. "Here Mara, he'll want YOU to call him." She smiled at me.

I looked at the paper for a few minutes as we made our way back toward the exit, before realization hit me.

"Uh, guys?" I said, and they stopped dead in their tracks and turned around to face me.

"What, Mara?" Frannie asked, her green eyes quizzical.

"I never did ask what his name was."

Drabble #41, First Kiss
Characters: Greg, Ashlyn

The first time I laid eyes on Greg, I knew that he was something special. Sure, he was a year younger than me (a lowly freshman), and sure, it was high school and everyone would stare and spread rumours. I didn't care, didn't worry about that sort of thing. I was used to being odd, used to being different from everyone else. I have no idea how I became so cool at that school. I wasn't like others who would have cared about being seen with a nerdy art freak, which is what Greg was. My heart STILL skips a beat every time I think about him; his light brown hair falling into his greyish-green eyes as he sat at our lunch table, sketching something amazing. I'd plopped my tray down next to my new friends, and they introduced me to him. He smiled at me, looking very nerdy, especially with his wire retainer in. I knew from there out that I was never going to be the same.

I guess you could say that I pursued the relationship. I asked him out, right at the end of lunch period, and everyone at the table stared at me, agog. Even he looked at me like I was crazy, his brow furrowed so cutely.

"Sure," he'd said, smiling again, making my heart melt.

So there we were, on our first date, which was more like a study session, because I didn't have my license or a car yet, and didn't want to be subjugated to parental supervision on a DATE. He had art assignments to finish, and I had to study for American History, which was probably the easiest thing in the entire world. He'd come over to my place after school, and there we sat, both in our own little worlds. I couldn't help watching him draw; he was so GOOD at it!

He caught me gazing at him and grinned at me sheepishly. "I'm going to turn it into a painting," he said, turning it so that I could see. I nodded, dropping my fuzzy pen in my book.

"That's going to be lovely," I said, looking into his eyes. The boy actually BLUSHED, and ducked his head. I'd forgotten that he was a freshman for a moment; he was just so cute. I wanted to hold his long-fingered artists' hands in mine and kiss him over and over again. So I reached across the table and took his hand in my own. His eyes widened until I thought they were going to pop out of his skull, and I grinned at him and leaned across the table, and he leaned toward me as well, his eyes fluttering closed.

Our lips met, and it was chaste, but so pure and wonderful I could have sung from the rooftops. I seized his face with my hands and kissed him harder, wanting more, butterflies erupting in my stomach. And he was a GOOD kisser for looking so much like a nerd! It made me wonder how much practice he'd had before, but I didn't care if he'd kissed a million girls or none. He was kissing me now, and that's all that mattered. I was happy. Happier than I'd ever been in my entire life, and I'd make sure he was happy too.

It was love at first kiss.

Before I forget, here are the characters that I'll be using:

Mara
hair: dark brown
eyes: hazel
height: 5'10"
siblings: Greg, Emma (and Tim, but he doesn't come into play much)
best friends: Frannie, Kat, Chris
Mara is a tomboy and a writer. She also plays a variety of instruments and is a singer. Her favorite subject is English.

Emma
hair: blonde
eyes: light blue
height: 5'8"
siblings: Mara, Greg
best friend: (random people who don't come into play much)
Emma is Mara's twin sister, and she is the overachieving perfectionist. She and Mara generally don't get along much. She sings and dances, and loves to act.

Greg
hair: light brown
eyes: greyish-green
height: 6'2"
siblings: Emma, Mara
best friend: (random people who don't come into play much)
Greg is two years younger than Emma and Mara, and he's into gaming and drawing. He generally gets along with Mara more than Emma, but doesn't fight with Emma as much as Mara does.

Kat
hair: black
eyes: dark brown
height: 5'4"
best friends: Frannie, Mara, Chris
Kat has been best friends with Frannie, Mara and Chris since she was in preschool with them. She and Mara fight with each other a lot. She's also very rich and has a tendency to be stuck up. She went to a private, all-girls high school.

Frannie
hair: bleach blonde
eyes: green
height: 5'6"
best friends: Mara, Kat, Chris
Frannie is secretly in love with Chris, and doesn't realize that he's secretly in love with her. She used to live in an abusive household, and finally was removed from the situation when she turned 10, and now lives with her aunt and uncle.

Chris
hair: black
eyes: brown
height: 5'10"
Chris' parents have been married and divorced so many times (to each other) it's hard to quantify their relationship. His father is from Australia, and his mother is from Texas; in fact, he moved from Texas partway through preschool, and leaves again his senior year of high school.

Chris, Mara, Emma and Greg all go to a Catholic High School. Frannie is the only one in public schooling.

I'll add other details as they crop up. =3

Drabble # 6: Star-Crossed Lovers
Characters: Chris, Frannie, Mara, Jordan

It was actually my idea to go to the mall; how it ever got into my head, I'll never know, but there we were, my two best friends and I, just wandering around having a good old time. None of us were thinking that Chris was about to move to Texas, especially me. I was going to miss him the most; we'd been friends since kindergarten; it was like ending a twelve year legacy. There was no one who could replace him and his calm, rational thinking, or the way he tried to keep me out of whatever trouble I was bound to get into. He was the third brother I'd never had. Oh sure, there'd be emails and phone calls, but it wouldn't be the same. But I wouldn't think about that now; I was bound and determined to have a good time with my friends.

Frannie is the one who suggested that we go get something to eat (well, actually, it was her stomach), so we headed to the food court, still laughing and joking around, trying to decide if mall food or carnival food was worse, much to the disgruntlement of Frannie, who kept whining about how hungry she was. It was all going smoothly until I saw something that made my blood run cold, and I stopped in my tracks, staring.

Jordan, my boyfriend of three years, the man I thought that I was supposed to marry, the guy of my dreams, my knight in shining armour, was kissing another girl. In the FOOD COURT. At THE MALL.

I blinked a few times, as though trying to convince myself that what I was seeing wasn't real, but it was; Chris and Frannie both stopped dead next to me, and I heard Frannie gasp, and Chris' "Ohmigod," and I almost broke down into tears. Hadn't I been worried last week that he might possibly be cheating on me? Hadn't he put those fears to rest? Hadn't he sworn his undying love for me, told me that he would always stay by my side?

Suddenly, I was angry; angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life. I don't know if that was enough to make me do what I did; perhaps I was PMS-ing, maybe I was sick of feeling bad because Chris was leaving; maybe I just snapped. I strode over to him, despite my fear of confrontation, leaving Chris and Frannie gaping like bass on dry land.

"Jordan, what the hell are you doing?!" I demanded, in a cold, steely voice. He wrenched away from the other girl and stared at me, shock in his gorgeous brown eyes. His mouth opened and closed a few times, as though I'd stunned his voice away. The girl looked up at me, kind of confused, and a little peeved.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, and I hoped that she wasn't one of those girls who, like my sister, and like my ex-best friend Kat, didn't care that she was ruining a relationship and breaking my heart.

"Well, you're kind of making out with my boyfriend," I said, trying to stay calm, using every ounce of my willpower not to run away and pretend that I'd seen nothing, that this had been just a bad dream.

"Ohmigawd," she said, jumping up. "You have a girlfriend? When did this happen?"

"Three years ago," I replied, though she'd directed the question at him.

"You've had a girlfriend for three years and you never bothered to tell anyone?" she half shouted, causing others to look at us. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms, glaring at him.

"Apparently not," I replied, wishing that I could scream or cry or a million other things, not one of them socially acceptable. The girl looked disgusted.

"You are an awful human being, Jordan," she said, before turning around on her heel and stalking away. I turned my gaze back to him, waiting for him to try to smooth talk his way out of the situation.

"Mara, you don't understand, I--"

"Jordan, I loved you. With all my heart. If you can't reciprocate that, if you can't be [true to just one girl, then I want nothing to do with you."

"What are you saying? You know what it's like out there! What other guys would want someone who--"

"That's enough!" I shouted, loud enough to cause half of the food court to turn their attention to us. "I'm going to walk away now, and you're not going to follow me or try to get back together with me, ever. I've seen your true colors, Jordan, and they disgust me."

I turned on my heel and walked away, back to Chris and Frannie, who were still staring, agog at my out of character confrontation. I felt the tears begin to flow then, and I couldn't stop one sob from escaping before they swept me up into a giant, moving hug and got me out of there.

"I can't believe you've been right all along," I sobbed, as we made our way to the car, still clinging to Frannie as Chris fished for his keys.

"It's okay, Mara," Frannie tried to comfort. "Love makes us do funny things."

"I just feel so stupid," I whined, as Chris opened the door for me, and Frannie put me into the car. "Our relationship was doomed from the start." They didn't say anything, and I rested my head against the headrest, tears still flowing. I was going to mourn this day for quite a long time.