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______________to ↑ Monotonous · Guised · Drabbles ↓ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Welcome! - Welcome. I've finally decided to set myself a challenge. Why not gain my mule a spiffy post count at the same time, eh? ;] At any rate, this is my Drabble. It'll be purely continued by this account, since it's neglected far too often! My current list is seen below, and all past lists will be listed as well - but they'll be referred to by nicknames I give them, rather than listing the items they included as well! Anyway, without further ado, let's continue to the list! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Updates - o1.23.o8 - First day of midterms has officially passed us by! =D ___-#26 [Breakable] started. o1.22.o8 - Heath Ledger died! o.o' ___-#52 [Machine] completed. o1.21.o8 - Challenge started; list posted! ___-#74 [Alone] started & finished. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ~*note: this Drabble was posted previously by magnusvale; they found it here. - Current Drabble - ____________[ Key: Green Bold = Poem | Dark Red Bold = Story ] Obscurities Ãz la Carte o1. Crash o2. Dim o3. Futile o4. Erratic o5. Loved o6. Soft o7. Hold o8. Shackles o9. Broken 1o. Precious 11. Odds and Ends 12. Tea 13. Twisted 14. Echo 15. Soothe 16. Fight 17. Naked 18. Push 19. Alive 2o. New 21. Born 22. Murmur 23. Devious 24. Isolation 25. Starve 26. Breakable 27. Winter 28. Ignore 29. Color 3o. Grace 31. Belong 32. Choke 33. Reach 34. Difficult 35. Heat 36. Veneer 37. Fall 38. Nightmare 39. Contagious 4o. Good riddance 41. Goodbye 42. Scarred 43. Last Dance 44. Burn 45. Steady 46. Monster 47. Voodoo 48. Shine 49. Intent 5o. Camping 51. Grave 52. Machine 53. Destination 54. Nowhere 55. Garden 56. I know 57. Dust 58. Dream 59. Destiny 6o. Spring 61. Sigh 62. Fingertips 63. Waiting 64. Playboy 65. Revenge 66. July 67. Desire 68. Free 69. Celebration 7o. Stars 71. Morgue 72. Space 73. Whitewash 74. Alone 75. Coma 76. Letters 77. Phone Call 78. Music 79. Silence 8o. Cards 81. Emblem 82. Elephant 83. Monopoly 84. Reality 85. Serenity 86. Bone 87. Chalk dust 88. Manuscript 89. Ink 9o. Perfection 91. Ring 92. Drive 93. Missing 94. Full Moon 95. New Direction 96. Breathe 97. Pulse 98. Hope 99. Light 1oo. Dark - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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List of Previously-Completed Drabble Lists N/A - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - List of Possible Characters These are my personal pre-fabricated characters that are purely my own, and I'd like that to remain that way. Please respect my voice and choose not to steal. ~*note: there's a decent chance that none of these will appear in some Drabbles; depends fully on my mood and inspirational pull. In order to know what kind of person they are, you must read the Drabble[listed beneath their name] that they're in. No spoilers for you! :] o1. Faeldin Crosswing o2. Taesrin o3. Rehkar o4. Rallen o5. Eldarén o6. Aruze o7. Arlen Shadow o8. Seir o9. Evaelmyre 1o. Arevenym 11. Aesridil Deylen 12. Kaevyn Eld'Anu 13. Isalea Ad'Theri 14. Persephae 15. Caiele 16. Jakiel 17. Daelire Ka'Saariel 18. Dilya Ravenstorm 19. Athaert 2o. Ivesse 21. Inaryka 22. Hazifya - Key - ♂ = Male ♀ = Female - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
74. Alone
Free Write _____Ginger Lansley sat on a bench on Friar's Dais, the local outdoor platform that was rumored to once have held the recesses of holy orders - prior to the local church's construction, during the original settling of Narthem. Breaking off a piece of her soft pretzel, she tossed it to the ravenous pigeons nearby, and finished her own portion without much of a second thought. It had been seven months to this date that she'd came to Narthem, and it certainly was pleasant enough for her to stay that long; but she knew, like all wondrous things that she once possessed or experienced in life, that she would soon have to bid farewell to the quite little town. Ginger stood just then, fastening her pea coat in one swift motion. _____Her hair was a haphazard mess; a sloppy bun had been formed with a worn hair tie, tresses of strayed auburn hither and thither. Expelling a sigh, she began to saunter out of sight of Friar's Dais, the morning just beginning with the first rays of sunlight. A smile formed on her thinning lips, laughter evident in her Alice-Blue eyes. Today was as good of a day as any other to just... disappear. Surely, it was the only option she had - he would be coming for her, and a reenactment of Ravys was not desirable; after the massacre that had been ployed, she didn't want to risk any more lives of innocents. Ginger had relocated about twelve hundred miles away from Ravys this time; yet, somehow, the plain folk of Narthem hadn't heard of the happenings so relatively close. At first, pessimism had told her to once more run tens of thousands of miles away, yet she knew that he would be looking for her farther away, and wouldn't truly expect her to be so bold as to stay local. _____Spreading her arms in a deep yawn, Ginger Lansley proceeded to walk, until she came to a rough, steep set of stairs carved into the cliffside. These led back toward Narthem directly; Friar's Dais was more distant, and oddly enough very separate from the present church of St. Laurel. _____A shudder of thrill escaped her broad shoulders, making her shiver. It was the dead of winter, and although the small New England region was renowned for its amount of snowfall, not once had the graceful powder fallen upon these barren lands. Ginger produced a small flagon of gin from her coat, and took a swig before jogging down the length of the stairs, a burning sensation vibrating through her upper chest. _____Once she reached the penultimate step, yet another chill emanated from her shoulders, making her squeal this time. Covering her mouth with her roughened hands in an effort to quiet herself, Ginger continued farther along, this time in a less direct sense; her primary goal was to stray westerly from Narthem, and thus she walked a bit off of the narrow trail leading toward its forests. Here she would lose herself from this small world; here she would find solace after a life of perilous running, surely; while these thoughts ran through her mind, however, she couldn't help but remember him - his fury, utter hatred, and disgust. A sigh once more escaped her now-pursed lips. Terror gnawed at her insides; but she attempted to keep a steady head, and proceeded forward, further into the enveloping shade of Narthem's northernmost forests. |
52. Machine
Poem Corrupt, Incorrigible; Ersatz and strayed From the loins of man, He walks on his ankle, Calf-deep in crusades. In the here and now, we speak, Of dares to which we're owed A glance; a horrid opportunity To view the precise technique - As, for once, it can't erode. Hither we speak, thither we are: Suddenly, I imagine, we've come too far. |
26. Breakable
Free Write _____It has occurred to me in the past, but I never considered it as anything more than an assumption. True, his mother ignored the traces of blood, ignored the look of fear in his eye... But, if anyone were to be in her situation - equally as shielded as she, and equally shielding towards her son - wouldn't they react the same, with the same stamina for pain? _____But I digress; it's none of our concern any longer. Both of them did this to themselves, and each should pay for the misery bestowed upon them in return for our own suffering. We were the common people effected by his wrongdoings - we were the numerous that loathed her for silently refusing to correct him. Yet can we do much besides speculate? Can we expect ourselves to do any better, once more? This question arises far too much for my own liking, but it's vital to the situation. _____Had we expected his most recent outburst, things would have been quite different - I can guarantee that much for sure. Instead, the officers had told us to let down our guard; they explained that he would be shipped off to the Lanyard Prison like his father. All would be well, and her forebodings of just standing by would once more become a healthy habit. Regardless, he wasn't quite right for going through with the massive slaughter. In this small town, domestic animals aren't kept for mere amusement; they're our friends, our guides - and for those like Mrs. Treddell, our sole family members. _____The riskier question, of course, is why did he bite into them so... viciously? It certainly wasn't humane, and he deserves every abusive remark he gets when he's sent away. His mother, though... So loyal, so forgiving... Will she be able to bear it, or rather see herself be hanged? Pitifully, the latter will probably be most likely - therefore, a few of the women from the Club, as well as myself, have chosen to attempt a mutual check-in on her practically hourly; I can only hope that that prevents the terrors that escape her from damning her own flesh... |
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