Trickles of Daylight

Welcome to my drabbles. Often, I find myself with some spare time and nothing of any great interest to humor myself with. After reading over what drabbles are, I wanted to give it a try.

The title comes from the fact that I write many of my short stories in the morning prior to the sunrise, as opposed to normal waking hours.

To test my creativity, I am creating personalities for several characters I have not done more than doodle. The main challenge I sight is the 100 word limit to each word.

The List

I decided to take my list from this page.

001. Morning
002. Noon
003. Afternoon
004. Twilight
005. Midnight
006. Winter
007. Spring
008. Summer
009. Autumn
010. Seasons
011. Minutes
012. Hours
013. Days
014. Months
015. Years
016. Red
017. Orange
018. Yellow
019. Green
020. Blue
021. Violet
022. Pink
023. Black
024. White
025. Gray
026. Rainbow
027. Colorless
028. Too big
029. Too small
030. Just right
031. Fire
032. Water
033. Wood
034. Metal
035. Earth
036. Air
037. Sun
038. Moon
039. Stars
040. Planet
041. Sunshine
042. Clouds
043. Rain
044. Lightning
045. Snow
046. Laughter
047. Love
048. Tears
049. Fury
050. Despair
051. Smiles
052. Determination
053. Content
054. Hello
055. Good-bye
056. Breakfast
057. Lunch
058. Dinner
059. Tea
060. Snack
061. Sight
062. Sound
063. Scent
064. Touch
065. Taste
066. Past
067. Present
068. Future
069. Forever
070. Never
071. Bedroom
072. Kitchen
073. Garden
074. Bath
075. Balcony
076. Promises
077. Regrets
078. Hopes
079. Dreams
080. Thoughts
081. Boy
082. Girl
083. Man
084. Woman
085. People
086. Friends
087. Teammates
088. Lovers
089. Rivals
090. Enemies
091. Eternity
092. Destiny
093. Life
094. Agony
095. Wrath
096. Sky
097. Revolution
098. Pacify
099. Mirage
100. Resolution

The Characters

I will update this post as I develop my characters.

The Art

I may be tempted to provide illustrations with each post. They will go here.

001. Morning

Guilt enveloped Penelope as she stepped away from the brother she was determined to leave behind. His doleful brown eyes followed her trembling lean figure. Confusion tormented his little body, but he could not cry out for her to return. She turned the corner. Once her image vanished from his sights, he crumpled to the barren earth and wept silent tears. Small hands grasped for anything to latch onto, but not even strings of grass sprouted from the empty lands to offer comfort. Dizzy from the sudden abandonment and the heat from the rising sun, Elias bowed his heavy head.

002. Noon

His stomach ached throughout the morning, allowing the pain to radiate beyond his abdomen. A thought of food stimulated saliva, wetting his hot mouth. Swallowing hard to ease the ache of his parched throat, his eyes lifted from the packed soil. Birds of prey hovered above, casting shadows with their broad wingspans. Elias shielded his eyes to the piercing brightness of the star above.

The shuffling of feet startled him.

“Another one,� murmured a weary voice.

A sharp thrust struck his gut from the soft words. He was stripped of his identity and clumped together with the other abandoned children.

003. Afternoon

He was not used to eating breakfast so late in the day. After he consumed a third glass of chilled water and the plate of fruits, Elias brushed his sweeping eyelashes over his eyes to allow tears to flow down his soft face. Fearful of a vanishing act if he glanced away from the food and the inability to halt his emotions, he shoveled every savory morsel.

Circling him were adults. They spoke critically about what they should do with the new addition as if he were not present. His cheeks had flushed brightly from the immediate disdain they expressed.

004. Twilight

As the wind blew, blades of grass licked his ankles. The moon bathed his small form, cooling him from the searing heat from the daylight. From the distance sat the small town. The meeting house was lit with candles as the citizens debated on his fate.

He missed Penelope. She had the lullabies that he longed for at the moment. His hands clutched his legs.

Elias wished she was not getting married. He wanted her back. A harsh gust propelled him onto his side onto the cool earth. With heavy tears, his eyes closed to spill them upon his face.