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~Deji's 100 Drabbles~
This will be a place for me to get my creative-juices flowing again. They've been severely lacking lately, and I hope to fix it through this thread. Please do not post until I finish, which will probably be in a long time. If you have a comment on anything, PM me.
I have characters. They come from different stories in my head and I love them all, but most have yet to come alive. I only have one "live" character and hope to bring all of them to life through little drabbles. It's a magical thing, you know---realizing that one character has an agenda of their own, and that, yes, it would be convenient to have them do this, and it wouldn't be too "OoC", but deep in their heart, they would do something else. I have themes. Themes are beginnings to stories that have yet to be written. They're parts of the character, each one giving significant insight to the specific character. They are the way in which I shall revive that which has never been alive. Suika's 100 Drabbles is my sister thread. This is my second thread for 11 new characters. :3 Please, check them out! This is where we start. :D That was rather dramatic... |
Themes;
01. Beat 02. Selfish 03. Empty 04. Disaster 05. Nothing 06. Everything 07. Tangible 08. Garage 09. Pen 10. Lost 11. Poster 12. Why 13. Sound 14. Out 15. Fool 16. Negative 17. Glossy 18. Tonight 19. Longer 20. Basket 21. Fault 22. Lipstick 23. Attention 24. Ride 25. Back 26. Smile 27. Fluffy 28. Pity 29. Hope 30. Rain 31. Crayons 32. Beast 33. Counting 34. Squeeze 35. House 36. Sit 37. Dare 38. Learn 39. Forgotten 40. Laughter 41. Marked 42. Good 43. Strawberry 44. Intellect 45. Quick 46. Level 47. Percent 48. Scam 49. Best 50. Twitch 51. Loser 52. Celebrate 53. Finale 54. Sacrifice 55. Hold 56. Purple 57. Through 58. Live 59. Diary 60. Here 61. Overdone 62. Wish 63. Babies 64. Safety 65. Precious 66. Light 67. Redo 68. Yes 69. Power 70. Plus 71. Time 72. Question 73. Tell 74. Levitate 75. Science 76. Boots 77. Rift 78. Enough 79. Mine 80. From 81. Collide 82. More 83. Toy 84. Leaning 85. Well 86. Never 87. Pain 88. Dungeon 89. Toxic 90. Damn 91. Save 92. Joke 93. Grow 94. Yawn 95. Catch 96. Zen 97. Xylophone 98. Become 99. Print 1oo. Love & Hate |
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01. Beat;
Sometimes, as the sun rose from the sky and Lance snored blissfully, Kaya would snuggle closer to him. She'd reach out for his chest and try to hear a steady beat that she'd felt on humans. She never found one, but always searched, because how could he love her if his heart didn't beat? How could she love him if her heart didn't beat? Sometimes, Kaya wished their hearts would beat. And sometimes, she could almost feel it...the most beautiful sensation in the world. |
02. Selfish;
Ben knew he was selfish. He knew his behavior could usually only be described by the pitiful excuse of "boys will be boys" and that he never shared with others. He may have been rude and obnoxious, but he was not ignorant and did not lie about who he was. Once, he'd taken $50 from his former best friend, to buy a new video game. Once, he'd said no to his brother who asked if he could borrow a pencil. Once, he'd complained to his mother that she was too selfish, just so he could get a bigger allowance. Once, he'd done a lot of selfish things. But nothing compared to that. To loving her. She was pure, angelic, untouchable and had just gotten back from hell, and here he was, the boy who refused to share, kissing her, holding her hand, breathing sweet nothings in her ear, making her fall for him. He was such a selfish bastard, and he knew it. |
03. Empty;
Raylin's stomach was constantly near-empty, and it hadn't been full in years. This was not healthy; it was anorexia, and Raylin knew it all too well, even if he denied it in front of others. Not that they cared. They had more important people to worry about. Who cared about Raylin when their one and only was crying? Who cared about Raylin? Maybe if Raylin was empty, someone would want to give him a little bit of what they had. Or maybe everything, if Raylin was lucky. Things tasted so much sweeter when they were put into an empty glass. |
04. Disaster;
It was a complete and utter disaster. Chaos was unfolding at every corner of the editorial office and there was no safe haven for Kristie to retreat to. There never had been. Her entire life was a big, ugly disaster. A moment of peace could never be found. Never would. And Kristie preferred it that way, despite her constant screaming fits in protest of it. Really, didn't men know that women never knew what they wanted? |
05. Nothing;
There was nothing in the world Lance wouldn't do to keep Kaya alive and uninjured. Nothing. Even if it made her mad, Lance would ensure that her life would remain. Even though her heart failed to produce a sound, Lance would protect her until the time when the final beat would come to both of them. Even if he had to run away. Even if he had to endure the worst injuries imaginable. Even if, after he sacrificed himself for her, she would die anyway. Without her life with his, he'd suffer something worse than death. Heartbreak. |
06. Everything;
"Everything in the world bugs the hell out of me, especially these fucking Americans!" Albrekt screamed in German as Namki casually latched himself onto the angry man's back. Janelle quickly gave a translation in a much calmer voice. Namki merely smiled. "Oh, but you possibly be bugged by me!!!" Namki said happily, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Can I be the exception? PLEASE???" Janelle once again translated the words, her expression unchanged. "FUCK NO! You're the one who bugs me the most, you moron!" Translation. In reality, Albrekt didn't mind Namki. Not really. In fact, maybe he even liked him somewhat. "Waaaa~ Albert is angry!" Translation. "GO THE FUCK AWAY, YOU SICK BASTARD! AND IT'S ALL-BREKT! NOT ALBERT!!!" Translation. Or maybe not. |
07. Tangible;
Janelle could almost touch happiness. It was so far away, yet if she reached far enough...it seemed tangible. Possible. Being a logical, down-to-earth girl, she knew she couldn't touch happiness, or sadness, or any emotion. But she wanted to. She wanted to, even though she'd been trained to only listen to her studies and translate. She still had dreams, hopes, worries, wants...just like any other girl. They were all tangible too, no matter what they said. Screw Science. Screw logic. Oh, and while she was at, she could screw love too. It was getting in the way of her dreams anyway. |
08. Garage;
Why did they always say "skeletons in the closet"? Honestly, people looked in closets more often than they looked in, say...garages. As long as it wasn't open, no one would go wandering in, unlike a closet. And garages had more space, so it wasn't nearly as stuffy. And garages had happy things too, so it'd be hard to find the skeletons within them. Because of these overwhelming facts, Tsusuki decided he would hide his skeletons---somewhat metaphorical, yet somewhat not---in the garage instead. They were safer there. Plus, his closet was getting pretty crowded. |
09. Pen;
Namki loved pens. Well, to be fair, he loved a lot of things. But pens, on the material list, ranked rather high. Not that Namki would bother to rank his loves---aside from the fact that Albert would definintely be on top, being the best buddy ever!---but still. Pens were superior to pencils, according to Namki. They reminded you of your mistakes if you wanted to, and if you wanted them to disappear, you merely had to apply more pressure. Even though he usually applied more pressure, since big mistakes made him unhappy and he feared losing happiness for even an instant, he enjoyed the choice the pen offered him. Remember, or forget? He tapped his pen against his desk and stared at the glaringly-obvious mistake. Hesitating slightly, he scribbled it out with great force. "Namki, stop making so much noise!!!" Kristie shrieked, banging her head against the desk. Forget, for now. |
10. Lost;
She stared at the maze before her. Farmer Bill's Maze. Smiling uneasily, she whispered huskily into Ben's ear, "Let's skip this and have some fun in the back~ I've always wanted to have sex on a farm." She winked playfully at him. "No," he replied. "We're going through the maze. What are you? Scared? If you want to, you can hold my hand." He grinned like an idiot. "I thought you liked my sex. Do I need to improve?" She kissed his neck softly, cooing. Desperate. "No. I just think sex in a maze is much kinkier, personally." He shrugged. "Come on, we'll do the sex thing later, if you're so determined. By the way, I like that in a woman." "Fine." Claire really didn't like mazes. She didn't want to get lost in them, or worse, lose something important---even if that important thing didn't understand what she really wanted from it. |
11. Posters;
"T-that's o-o-one scary poster...," Brian stuttered, cowering behind the mighty Kristie. In plain view lay---or rather, glared---a gigantic monster with blood pouring down its neck, holding the stereotypical blonde girl who needed rescuing. And some better clothes. "Don't be afraid, Brian!" Kristie chastised. "It's just a poster. It can't hurt you." "But what if it magically materializes and attacks me? And then rips off your clothes and tries to eat you? And then I have to save you but I fail and---" "Oh, just shut up. We'll watch Finding Nemo then." She pointed at the child-friendly movie poster, sighing in annoyance. "But what if they don't find Nemo???" "Damn it, Brian! Stop being so paranoid!" |
12. Why;
Why? she wondered. Why was she so hard to see? Was it because she was poor? Was it because she wasn't pretty? Was it because she had a dull voice? Was it because she was always frowning? Was it because she wore dark clothing? Was it because she was always working? Was it because she was always doubting herself? Was it because God hated her? Was it because she was unworthy of attention? Why? Janelle had no clue. |
13. Sound;
The sound of Claire's breathing made Ben think. He didn't really like to think; he preferred action without thought-processing; lived in the moment; never looked too far ahead. Claire must have messed his head up real bad. Bad enough for him to actually notice. And Ben didn't notice much aside from nice asses and titties. But it wasn't either of those things that Ben found himself staring at. He was looking into the eyes of the angel who just became a demon again, for him. He wanted to tell her that his feelings were, for once, beyond lust. But what if she ran away? What if she got scared? And what was this feeling, anyway? While he thought, at least he could listen to the sound of her breathing and hope it would wait for him until he had the courage to say what was on his mind. |
14. Out;
He lay at the bottom of the stairs in his personal prison, rocking back and forth rhythmically. The darkness embraced him, held him with just enough warmth, until light flooded in. Tsusuki's glassy eyes peered at the man before him, the man who thought he was his dead daughter Sue. "Would you like to come out now, Sue?" Remus asked. He had an odd expression on his face; Tsusuki coudn't tell if Remus was happy or sad. This bothered him more than it should have. "No," Tsusuki said, like constant times before. "Why not?" That was their favorite question. "Because I don't deserve to come out yet." That was their least-favorite answer. "And when will you deserve it?" "When she smiles." |
15. Fool;
Albrekt knew many fools. He had encountered them too often for him to remember each one. And he was glad; fools bothered him. The only thing he could understand was logic. If one was hungry, they ate. If one was tired, they slept. If one was thirsty, they drank. Why wouldn't the rest of the world leave him alone? It wasn't like he was kind or attractive, so someone being unnecessarily around him, purposely, was a fool. Or a gold-digger. "Why in the world are you following me around???" he demanded in a hoarse voice. Janelle, sighing slightly, quickly provided a translation for the fool hanging on her client. "Because I like you." Translation. "And why do you like me?" Translation. "Dunno." Translation. "You're such a fool," was all he could manage. Janelle didn't bother translating; she felt Namki got the message loud and clear, even if it was of foreign tongue. |
16. Negative;
Raylin was typing furiously at the keyboard as he played various computer games. Although he felt he was anything but childish, he did admit to several childlike tendencies, and this was one of them; playing video-games. He was only 19 years old, but even so, it made him feel so...old, like he'd wasted his entire life trying to get out of these behaviors, only to find himself submitting to them anyway. At the moment, he was playing "Feed the Hungry Bear". It consisted of a bear and a maze. One had to navigate the bear through the maze to reach the goal---various items of food, some of which had been scattered about the maze. Having never played it before, Raylin did poorly. He usually did well his first time, but this...it was hard to allow the bear to successfully reach the foods, because it got bigger and bigger each time and... He checked the meter on the bottom left corner. It was negative 2. He had to give the bear food quickly, or the game would be over...! Or his life. Gasping for air, Raylin shut down the computer and stormed off to nibble on some bread. |
17. Glossy;
As he tapped the pen against his desk nervously, Brian tried to find a way to calm himself down. Desperate thoughts kept crawling into his head and eating him alive. It was nerve-wracking! He felt like screaming but dared not to, for fear of Kristie's rage. He looked around at his fellow cubicle-prisoners. Claire, the worried one, Namki, the crazy one, Ben, the possessive one, and Kristie. Glossy. The paranoid man gasped as the thoughts entered his mind. Kristie? Glossy? That made him awfully nervous. Maybe he could count sheep instead. Or just stare at Kristie from afar, praying she wouldn't notice... Because honestly, it was hard not to stare when she practically sparkled. |
18. Tonight;
Tomorrow, he'd rid himself of all his guilt. Tomorrow, he'd move on. Tomorrow, he'd bask in the joy he'd kept away for years. Tomorrow, he'd get a job. Tomorrow, he'd thank Remus for all he'd done. Tomorrow, he'd be satisfied with who he was. Tomorrow, he'd fall in love. Tomorrow, he'd be happy. But for tonight, he'd just drown his sorrows in some stolen sake whilst staring at the alley cats. |
19. Longer;
"How much longer will it be until you're done reading that manuscript?" It was an innocent enough question, especially for Kristie, but Namki nearly cringed. He held back a cry and looked up to his boss, grinning like the fool---even Albrekt agreed with him on that---he was. "Dunno." How much longer could he go on this? How much longer could he escape sadness. He could run fast, but eventually it would catch up and then... "Well, figure it out soon, 'cause I'm a busy woman." He would try, he promised himself. To figure out how much longer he could run. |
20. Basket;
If only Kristie could gather up all her sources of stress---NAMKI, Claire and Ben, Brian, those annoyingly desperate writers and a bunch of other idiotic people---and put it in a basket. A hand-weaved one with gorgeous decorations adorning it. And flowers on each side, purple ones. And... And then she'd dump it on someone's head and see if they liked it! But she never did find a new career and move on, because she kind of grew attached to her basket, even if the things inside were rather frustrating. |
21. Fault;
Who was at fault, really? Was it Claire herself, for allowing others to bring her back to the way she was? Was it because she had such weakness about her? Was it because she was too pretty? Was it because she had been too innocent? Was it Ben, her lover, for taking all her progress and smashing it into pieces with a single smile? Was it because he was so selfish? Was it because he wanted no angel for a girlfriend? Was it because he desired what she'd once escaped from? Was it her parents and friends, who had first caged her and then set her free, not expecting the harsh consequences? Was it because they tried to save her when she was perfectly happy? Was it because they had trapped her for so long? Was it because they hadn't saved her enough? Who the hell was at fault for ruining everything??? Claire had no fucking clue. |
22. Lipstick;
Lance hated when Kaya wore lipstick, even though it made her lips shine a bit more. The matter of the fact was, it also drained her of her natural beauty. Because she felt it was necessary to have something worth "bringing to the table" and all she had was speed and good looks, so she claimed, whereas he was gorgeous, powerful and kind. Didn't she understand that all she had to bring was her smile? Her motherly nature? Her chocolate cake? That was what made her worth all the sacrifice. Not some fucking LIPSTICK. Women were so goddamn difficult sometimes... |
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