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Rampy's Drabbles
Hello and welcome to my little Drabble thread of Fun! This is merely a place for me to wet my whistle of inspiration, so please do not expect it to be on any professional level of perfection. I encourage comments if you would like, but please keep it polite and please do not point out my grammer flaws. I am merely writing for the sake of the words and creativeness, not for an English class credit.
I am not starting with a pre-made list of themes. I will create one when I have enough drabbles worth making a list. For now the drabbles will be from my point of view unless I state otherwise if inspiration hits under the guise of a lovely original character. I hope you enjoy my little musings. |
Rampy's Babbling Brook Drables
#1: Snow #2: Worlds Within #3: Highlights #4: Message Error #5: Dinky #6: Sweet Cream #7: #8: #9: |
#1: Snow
It is an unfathomable feeling, when one forgets the suns warm glow. Surrounded by a tundra frozen, blistering, crystallized. In crystallization there is neither death nor life, there is nothing that can start or grow. We are barren. We are the strong. We hide in hand carved caves, ninety degree angles, and a warm hearth that is born of burning brush. The rugged fauna that can survive in this monthly era of winter and the void it creates. It is our foothold, our crutch beneath the night. We remain red in the blue toned world. Somehow we survive because this crystal wasteland is ours. Our home. |
#2: World inside a World (Inspired by my Cat)
Thump! Thump! Thump! The agile body flashes past on speeds liken to a cheetah, careening dangerously around sharp corners to find it's glass framed prey. The little windows to the world outside the one she lives within. Looking for that elusive view of a place she sees and smells but knows not of touch. Each paneled frame is flipping the channels of the wilderness, of life. In the living room on channel one she finds the rosebuds blooming. Then so suddenly she runs up the stairs to see what the bedroom channel holds, two squirrels in their bark lined home. Each room is a new view, a new television show, and her body the remote. That is all earth is to an indoor feline.. an everlasting discovery channel show. |
#3: Highlights
It is a refresher, a remembrance, a reminder of issues past. For exhibits of education and lectures of demonstration, they flock to shred their worry and doubt. It is the moment of truth, wherein the main event has past and this fleeting second chance is all that remains. Do they dare miss this scrap opportunity, fall into the darkness of ignorance. While their peers move beyond with knowledge they lost by their own lazy guidance on life. These are mere quips, mere highlights of the events. Cliff notes to bring a single ray into their shadowy historic gray matter. Learning to live again. |
#4: Message Error
I have been staring at this glowing screen, burning gray and white into my eyes as the little yellow hazard sign of omnipotent undefinable doom relishes itself upon the doorstep of my softdrive. Is there perhaps a bug in the system? Scanning completed: no Is there mayhaps an overloaded cache? Emptied bin: no Could there perchance to possibly be an internet backlog slowing my computer down? Working screen next to frozen set of gray doom presents the answer: no This world web of wideness is a vast and deep hole that plays tricks akin to pooka's demented tricks. It plays me like a fiddle. It plays me well. |
#5: Dinky
Purebred. Pure heart. Pure in any size. Purchased from the Pennsylvanian road's hide. Precious puffy with no back claws, love borne from a fight that ended with little cause. A road traveled wide and far ahead we two have come since. Through downpours of oppression and chances of rebellion you've sworn to my side. A soundless fuzzy companion that could make more with memories than words alone. Years have passed and your place on my heart's hearth has never been set in stone. Though your heart is now frayed, well worn in two. But your affections for me have never died. It always pleased you to please me. Now it pleases me, to please you. |
#6: Sweet Cream
The efforts were uncountable, yet labeled in a stainless steel line of bowls. Testing. Tasting. Trying again. Our efforts were unfathomable, yet attainable somehow as we came together. Stirring. Simmering. Waiting. What season would be just right? What spice or sweetness would eifuse these two souls together to make the perfect confection? Sweet carrots born from a loving hearth and heavy labored hands. Sugar. Spice. Soul. Sweet yet subtle, they linger on the tastebuds in one perfect harmony. Sweet Cream. |
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