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Questions and Sunsets- A Double Drabble Thread.
'Allo! Chunsa-chan here! I have said it, and said it, and said it. "Oh, I think I'll go drabble!" "Hum, those drabble options look so nice, perhaps I'll do those!" "ECTECT!!! D<" Well, here we go then! Index-
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Worlds/Settings Now, because I didn't want to create two seperate drabble threads, I have combined them. HOWEVER, the worlds in which both will be written are completly DIFFRENT. In the First Set, I'll be using the drabbles to work on a world of my own creation. I've been fiddling with the world for years, and only recently have I begun showing parts of the World to the open web. In the Secound Set I have no real defined ideas on it, merely a glimmer of thoughts that I am hoping to expand upon. Drabble Set One- 'In our world, magic is no longer believed in. In our world, plastic, noise, disbelif, cynicism... are the only things to be belived in. Don't become like them... You know better. And use you're knowledge to aid the others who will... come to believe in both.' - Magic, for so long having lost it's place in the world, decided to go into hiding. A slow fading, everywhere, but Magic crept to the back of peoples minds, as other things leapt forward. Creatures felt themselves evolving over the centuries, losing thier stunning assests, and becoming more like the other creatures that roamed the earth, untill the Magic became a simple trickle in everything living, yet laid dormant and unnoticed. Some of these creatures lived out thier lives as 'Humans' others as complete 'Animals'. But SOME creatures... SOME were to stubborn to let themselves evolve, and continue to live thier magical exsistance. In the modern world. Magic is a joke, a fairy tale, a thing for children and the soft of heart. In the modern world, Magic is 'non-exsistant' to the point to where it's only believeable in stories. In the modern world, Magic is still alive and hidden. - Science and belief in Magic weren't supposed to mix. Yet when a wicked man, bent on it's revival, goes to far, lives are changed with a BANG. -- A town, not very large, but no where near small. The town is a rough circle. Large dense forests reside at over a third of the outter city limits. The other two thirds are surrounded by broken and superficial highways. In the center of the forest is large house, surrounded by well tended gardens, though the house itself looks worn and ill-kept. Public Schools are at one point across from the forest, a scientific lab at another, so that they form a odd triangle of sorts. The town itselfs is a tangle of regular town life... Uptown, downtown, dark musty alleys, and shiny new stores. Every turn is something diffrent, every step is a diffrent veiw. At the oppisite side of the forest lays another town. It's importance is dim, to those who inhabit the main town, for unless you live there, or send your children to go to the Private schools located there, it's rarely thought of. Although the abandoned buildings laying to the side brings questions ('Dirty disgusting things in our shiny town, why don't they just rip them down?') no one can voice them... reasons... unknown. Drabble Set Two- A man. A life. And a desire to watch the sunset. From Death to birth. -- Modern world. |
Characters- Set One
Secoundary Characters (Not seen, but might be brought up)
Set Two
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CREDIT- Credit for "16 Questions" list -Seito -Original list can be found HERE Credit for "30 Sunsets" list -Seito -Original list can be found HERE The world which will be used for the '16 Questions' drabbles, though disjointed and incomplete, is mine. The characters, as flat, and unflowing as they are, are mine. The characters are like my children, the thoughts that keep me up at night, and extensions of myself. I've been working on them on and off for the last six years, and thier still thier progress is something I'm working on. DO NOT STEAL. Thank ya' duckies. <3 I've not shown much light on the world, and I hope others can understand my trepidition at showing them off. @[email protected] |
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Set One # 5- 'Why are we doing this?' -- Ever since 'That Day', life had been nonstop. Before 'That Day', his only thoughts in the world were Boxing, the sweet girl who ensnared his thoughts, and hopes that one day he could get into Pro Boxing. Aside from training everyday, the occasional fights from sore losers that were weaker than him, and school, life could have been considered easy. Now though, he was trapped inside the house of the wild, knife weilding forest girl with the freaky eyes, his psycotic best friend and his mother-hen of a twin, both of whom sported furry ears and tangling tails. And to top it all of his back constantly ached from the addtion of his own shimery appendages. Even a year later, he couldn't get over the fact that he had fairy wings. With a sigh, he thrust himself up out of the dusty chair he had been sitting in, and walked across the room to a tall window. A dim light settled across the room from the dying light outside, his shadow incased inside it. His wings glittered dimly on his back. Everyday he felt plagued with a dread about what events would happen, and what changes would occur. And the only one who seemed to know anything refused to say a word! Thrusting away from the window as the last of the sunbeams started to fade, he decided that it was time to get some answers. A grim set to his jaw, he set a steady gait towards the stairs, intending to confront thier wannabe kidnapper. Passing the kitchen on his way to the stairs, he heard the playful shrieks of the kitten-ish twins. The white cloud puff that exploded as soon as he passed showed that dinner would be servered latter than usual due to food fight that was surely taking place. Not bothering to quiet his steps once he reached the third landing in which the forest freak would surely be, he stomped into the 'study room' and threw open the door. "Why are we doing this?" Winz yelled, right as a crumpled note paper bounced off his forehead. "If that had been my dagger, you'd be dead. Knock." Her head was turned away, while her voiced dripped with the air of boredom. Winz 'politly' knocked then gave a strangled yell. "Why are we doing this?!" He walked over to the window, on which the ledge had been her perch, and stood behind her, in a pose eerily similer to the one when he had been in below, except this one faced towards the faded moon. The quiet settled like the dust, until he breathed the next words in to the space between them. "I don't know what happening. And I just can't sit by anymore. When you first brought us here, I was gratful, because I didn't know where else to turn to, I was in turmoil, and when you found me and said you could explain, I felt the first sense of peace since the day of the... of the-" His throat closed up at that, but he continued onward, trusting her to get his meaning. "Yet you have kept us waiting her for what seems like forever... The twins don't care. Thier so gratful to be together that they can't seem to pull themselves away from thier own happiness. But soon... I just can't wait anymore." She tucked back a length of her ragged chin length hair, seeming almost hesitant. Turning, she focused her eyes upon him, the horizontal pupil slits wide in the darkness. "Watch the moon with me." Winz fingers spasmed in resistance to the urge to tug upon his own hair, instead clasped the window ledge and glared defiantly at the moon. It seemed to grin cheekily at him, with it's starry bodyguards coming out to surround it. Then with a whisper like the wind, something he would have deemed uncharacteristic in the forest girl, she seemed to give a reason that was not quite logic, not quite poetic. "We do it for that. The moon, the stars, the sun we will see again soon. I kept you here longer than I originally wanted to. Because we are doing it for you and the twins as well. For all people and creatures that roam. I asked you, the night I found you all, if you were willing to join me in a fight that could mean everything... "I thought you knew what it would meant. And I had hoped... as silly as it sounds, that I could give you a slight reprise before you risked everything." Breath having escaped him, he kept focused on the moon. No longer cheeky, it seemed to look over him with a certian amount of pride. He blinked. He decided he was breathing in too much dust. "I still don't quite know why were doing this... this waiting around..." a thrust of his hand through his dark hair, "But I guess it's alright now..." A sudden dim shreik from below reminded him of the others in the house. She seemed not to have moved, or been surprised. "I better go help them finish dinner, or we won't get anything to eat untill tommorow." He walked slowly towards the door. Best friend or not, Tipu was a loud handful, and he had gotten so used to this quiet... He was crossing the brink of the door when the girls firm voice said- "Tommorow... I will show you my garden. And I promise to explain some of what I have kept hidden." He didn't look back, but did nod and mutter a quiet- "I'd like that." |
Set one-
#1 "What the hell are you doing?" --Takes place around the time as the last drabble. (#5) Tipu's point of veiw -- We hadn't meant it, really. ... Do you buy that? Now see, Scary girl and Winz were off moping around the big dusty house, and when I tried to get either one of thier attentions, I received death threats involving various amounts of pain. I decided to try and amuse myself elsewhere. Sister was always the best for anything, so I wandered to her, and flopped onto her lap. But I could only lay like that for so long. Upon opening my mouth to complain of boredom to my lovely sister, our stomachs growled together, and our boredom was solved. Now see, neither of us are good cooks. Tuna sandwiches, cereal, and things from a can are my forte. And Katze-luv isn't allowed to touch food at her shmancy-school. HOWEVER!!! We didn't let this stop us, because really, after surviveing a week like ours, you feel you can do anything, even cook a meal! Eggs, a large bag of funny looking white stuff that we decided was flour, a handful of flowers that Scary Girl said were edible, a large pile of shredded cheese, and something that was slimy and green (we didn't think it was edible, but neither of us wanted to touch it to throw it out) was all left out on the countertop that had long ago lost it's shine. A stirring of a cracked bowl here, a loud smack from a spoon there... Perhaps I was a [i]little[i/] too vigourous in my stirring, for next thing I know, Katze is shreiking at me about covering her in flour. "No I'm not! You're just dirty. You need a bath!" Artful sticking out of the tounge. An egg in the face by retaliation. Now see, this is where it get's a tad bit blurry, with clouds of white and random food bits being thrown everywhere. I think some of the green slime even got tangled into the mix, but I can't be too sure. And lots of screaming. I don't think Katze liked having a glob of Yok shoved into her ear. Next thing I know, Winz comes storming in with a bellowed "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?", and Katze feebly stoping the grinding motion on my head with the flowers. "Uhm... Dinner?" |
Set one, Question 13-
"Why is the sky blue?" --Sha is just a small child at the time this takes place, about Seven or so. She doesn't have her name just yet. A lot of child-innocence is still in her. ____ It was amazing. Stretching above her, so wide, expanding, forever, forever... She thought if she could jump high enough, it would envelope her completly, and she could swim among it swifter than if it were river where she and Master bathed. "Little one, what are you looking at?" She rushed to him, grabbing his free hand. Her hands, grubby from digging at flowers, yanked enthusiastically upon his. "SKY!" Her little body strained momentarily as it tried to pull his, untill he followed along at an easy pace, grin settling upon his lips. Wind nipped affectionaly at the hair on thier heads, before slipping though the leaves of the forest around them. "SKY!" She said again, pointing upwards, a similar happy grin on her small mouth. She had dragged him to a clearing, not far from where they had settled for the night, but with a better veiw of the clear sky above. "Ah! It's so blue today! I can see why it has captured you so, my Little one. You haven't seen it this color for a long time now." He gave a great leap backwards, settling with a 'POOMPF' on the eath below, and pulled the girl towards himself, enveloping her in his arms. "Why is the sky blue?" She blinked at him owlishly, before turning her stare back up to the great exspanse above. He laughed at that. He loved how such a question could be uttered from her, how sweet it sounded. "The sky is blue because the gods are feeling very Nobel today. I imagine they are getting together, from all over the world, in thier finest, cleanist, purest clothes, of the lighest blue possible. They all plan to met and have a friendly dance with one another, and the swish of thier clothing will cause the sweetest of winds to blow. "Pause now, my Little one, you may hear thier dancing music play upon the wind...!" She closed her eyes, settled back upon his cheast, and listend as the wind whistled around them. "The blue is to keep the bad mischivious spirits away, and the troublemaker Gods and Demons," He continued quietly, not wanting to ruin the song, " tamed for now, so that there may be temporary peace, and they may enjoy thier dance and be better Gods to thier parts of the world over which they watch." She gave a nod. Ducking out from under his arms, eyes kept closed, she twirled in an imperfect circle. A small stumble, beofre getting up and begging her childlike dance once again. She could imagine the blue behind her eyes. She could hear music hidden in the wind. And with her master next to her, watching over her, she felt at peace. It perfect blue sky day. A little wonder that was cherished in a little girls heart. |
Set 1. Qustion 14. "Where do babies come from?" -- Shashini again, before her name. I tried to actually make it a Drabble length acceptable word count. 200 words on the dot! It's good enough. >XD ___ It had been bothering her for about a week now. Master had taken them onto an old ship, set out to somewhere, and the woman who sat across from her at the box-pretending-to-be-a-table always carried a small, pinched, and rather ugly blob of skin carried in a swath of blankets. It was ugly. As far as her little girl brain could go, that was the best (or worse) of insults she could give it. Yet the woman always carried it in her arms, with a gentleness that the Master held her in. “Master, why does that Woman carry something so ugly?” “My Little One, she carried it around because it is her child. Her baby.” He went on to describe how, in the mothers presence the baby would be kept safe, feed, and nourished, all that it really needed. AND, that in the MOTHERS eyes, her child was most defiantly NOT ugly. She nodded as if in understanding, eyes zeroed in on the small bundle. He smiled. It would be a number of years before she really would. But for now, she didn’t need to concern herself. “… Master… Where do Babies come from?” He chocked on his dinner roll. |
Set one Question 7 - ''Why are you here?'' Note- Shashini is still a child, but older. Age 11 or so. She doesn't quite have her name 'yet' This has been in my head for a while, and written to the song 'Face Down' by Red jumpsuit Apparatus. This is to be a major turning point in Sha's life, once I expand upon it. - It was close to dusk when she finally decided the daggers were sharpened properly. Ever since Master had given them too her, she spent as much time as was allowed on keeping them in top form. The blades reflected her dirty chin, and she waved them in front of her face, using them to get an image of her face. Long unkempt hair, eyes that looked as green as the leaves on the underside of a forest tree, and the black line that went horizontally across them. Firm jaw, and unruly eyebrows (mussed from a day of rubbing off sweat), gave her a hard look that was unintentional. ''Blades are meant to be used as weapons and tools, not as mirrors for pretty girls to look through.'' Who?! ''Get away from her!'' A loud thrash, and Master stepped in from in front of her, an old fashioned spear (which they used to catch river fish) clutched in his hand. She clenched the hilt of her knives, and trusted herself up from the ground to stand beside Master. How could she have let someone sneek up behind her? She didn't hear a sound! It was like how Master normally approached her, a trick on the ears! ''Aw, old friend, you deny me a chance to see my beloved, by brandishing that spear of yours?'' The grin that crossed the silent visitors face thrilled her spine, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip. He wasn't like anyone she could remember seeing. Light blond hair, it looked almost silver-white in the darkening light. A wicked mouth, and eyebrows that lay above his eyes in a cocky line, finely brushed with not a hair out of place. He couldn't have been older than 17 or 18 in her eyes, but the way his light orange eyes glittered, they spoke of knowledge far beyond what she knew then. Master jerked behind her. ''I'm not a beloved! I am not yours either, creepy face! Never met you before in my life!'' The man, boy... Intruder grinned wildly at that. ''THIS life, perhaps'' ''Why are you here?'' Never before had she heard such a harsh tone from her master. She took one moment to look up at his hardened face, before she lay face down in the dirt, edges of the blades cutting into her clothes and ribs. In a matter of moments, as she lay there gasping for air, watching the blur that was her precious master and the intruding wicked man, feeling the tiny pricks of blood move across her skin as she shifted in the dirt... In those moments, when the sky was just two shades lighter than pure black, the sort of darkness one gets when a full moon is covered by clouds, and the sun has snuffed itself out... The feeling that something more was crying for her swept her body. And to dull the feeling, she got up with an almighty yell, an attacked the white-silver blur that filled her with a rage. |
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