So I decided to go create this. Hopefully as a word or plot builder to stories, or new plot ideas. Or maybe a way to develop characters.

Anways, here is the list:
1. Ice cream
2. Kiss
3. Origami
4. Rice
5. Brownies
6. Apple
7. Snow
8. Rain
9. Summer
10. Cherry Blossoms
11. New Years
12. Christmas
13. Birthday
14. Love
15. Chocolate
16. Blood
17. Watercolors
18. Paper
19. Cell-phone
20. Music
21. Japanese
22. Chinese
23. French
24. Irish
25. Soda
26. Butterscotch
27. Scissors
28. Flashlight
29. Plush toy
30. Baths
31. Touch
32. Games
33. Writing
34. “Come here�
35. “I’m sorry�
36. “Forgive me�
37. A black horse
38. War
39. Peace
40. Stars
41. Silver
42. Gold
43. Purple
44. Thread
45. Silk
46. Kimono
47. Pink
48. Keys
49. Mouse
50. Disk
51. Hamster
52. Cat
53. Dog
54. Kitten
55. Puppy
56. Sister
57. Baby
58. Mother
59. Brother
60. Father
61. Friend
62. Student
63. Teacher
64. Computer
65. Dance
66. Run
67. Fall
68. “Catch me if you can�
69. Dress
70. Shoes
71. Boots
72. Sing
73. Cry
74. Tears
75. Water
76. Sea
77. Fall
78. Autumn
79. Camera
80. Movie
81. Film
82. Blue
83. Hat
84. Flute
85. Violin
86. Blanket
87. Quilt
88. Pillow
89. Bed
90. Anime
91. Manga
92. Death
93. Birth
94. Sun
95. Moon
96. Spring
97. Food
98. Sew
99. Boyfriend
100. Shame

and hopefully I will not have any random ones, but there might be some.

Here goes...

#43 Purple

I stared at him, almost in shock. Why did he have to say that? Sure, he was upset. But to say such a thing. Suichi sighed softly. He reached out one hand and touched my cheek.

“Sorry Fumiko. Very very sorry. Didn’t mean to say that. I know you are friends with that purple eyed freak.�

“Yuuki is not a purple eyed freak!� I snapped, pulling away. His hands were to gentle, to tempting. Suichi was always like that, trying to get me to do what he wanted.

“Thanks for that Fumiko.� Yuuki’s voice came from behind me. I turned around, fell into his deep purple eyes.

I hope you do well on your drabble. Sticking to a romance thing is hard, I recommend doing what psyrien and I do where we have random together.

yeah... The problem is, that I wanted Fumiko and Yuuki to be together. That is how I worked it out in my head. Oh yeah, they are characters in a story that I am working on. At school. Now I have a plot twist that confuses me. *sighs* off to drabble somemore! (at least I got a name for the "purple-eyed freak")

#16 Blood

I raised my hand to my cheek. Fire was leaping across it. Suichi drew back, shock on his face.

“I didn’t mean too.� I stare at the knife in his hand. Just a friendly sparring match. With weapons. That’s all it was supposed to be. Yet here I was, clutching my burning cheek. The teachers arrived, removed the weapon from Suichi’s hand. Lead him away. Yuuki knelt in front of me and grabbed my wrist.

“Let me see.� Gently, he pulled my hand away. A gasp of shock went through the crowd. Confused, I let my gaze fall to me hand. Deep red blood coated my skin.

# 86 Blanket

Ilene line up the tightly wound spools of thread. Her thin, boney fingers lined them up by color. Extras sat by her side. First was the green. Ten rows of green, then throw in a few rows of another color. The strings of the cross weave were laid taught in the loom. Already two feet had been woven. Not much remained. Only seven more feet to make a blanket big enough for her bed. Seven feet by nine feet. The standard size for blankets for large beds.

Expertly, she thrust the threads back and forth through the loom. The cloth flew into existence. Three feet, then four. The blanket seemed to almost weave itself.

Ilene drew back from the loom. It was almost completed. The daylight had almost faded. She would have to wait until the next day before being able to continue. At least there was very little left to weave. She would finally have made blankets for her entire family.

# 88 Pillow

Wham. It struck me hard in the face. I stumbled back a step, laughing. Holding onto my own pillow by the corner, I darted forward and slammed it against my brother. He yelped in fake pain and swatted me with his pillow. I spun rapidly, hitting both he and my sister with my pillow several times before they jumped in together and beat on me.

The door opened and our mother entered. Enraged she screamed at us. Slowly, we let the pillows fall to the floor as the loose feathers drifted down around us like snow. Angrily, she pointed at the door to the hall closet. It was just barley big enough to fit all three of us any more. Silently, we squeezed in, letting her slam and lock the door behind us.

Even with the punishment of hours in the cramped, dark, smelly closet we didn’t mind. The pillow fight was much to fun to be ruined by that. We knew that the next time she was out of the house, we would do it again. She could not stop us from doing what we wanted any longer.

#87 Quilt

James lifted the big, white quilt from the bed. He carried it folded over his arms into the living room where the girl sat. She was still shivering. Every since he had brought her home ten minutes before, she had been like that. Huddled in a ball and shivering. Rainwater dripped off of her long, black hair and puddle onto the floor around her.

As he approached, she jerked back. She was frightened again. Carefully, James knelt on the floor and inched his way forward. She backed up again and again until her back touched the wall. Still he approached. Trapped, the girl tightened her form into a ball, curling up tighter and tighter.

Sighing, James leaned forward and pulled her away from the wall. She squeaked as his hands touched her, and stiffened. As gently as he could manage, James wrapped the blanket around her. Her skin was so white, it was almost as if had never been outside before he found her. And she was naked too.

Slowly, James lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed. Leaving the door open, he left her. Pretending to be busy, he bustled about the kitchen. Not knowing what she liked to eat, he dumped a can of condensed chicken broth into a pot and added water.

She came out of the room and sat at the table, the white quilt wrapped tightly around her.

# 52 Cat

You and your fuzzy paws
Sitting there
Silently
Watching me

Your glowing golden eyes
Stare up
Silent

Patheic is your meow
Do you think that
I really would cave?
That I would give you my food
Just because you ask?

Sharp are the claws digging into my leg
No matter how much you cry
I will not
Never will I
Give in to your pleas

#74 Tears


I glance up.
Your still there.
Staring
Watching
Me

Never have I felt
As bad as I now do
I didn’t mean to
Hurt you

I’m sorry for all the trouble
I have caused.
For all the pain
I have given
You.

The tears that run down
Down
Your cheeks
Tell me
How much I have hurt you.

Please forgive me for
All that I have done.
For all the mistakes I have made
All the pain I have caused.

I’ll try harder
Next
Time.

#75 Water

The icy wave crashes into me. I stumble back a step, struggling to keep my blanace. The next wave hits me square in the chest. Gasping, I shove myself further forward, turning my body as each wave reaches me. Just a few more feet until I can jump up on my board.

Finally, I am past the strongest waves, past where I can easily stand. Shivering, I host myself up onto my board and lay down. My arms cut through the water, pulling my further and further from shoe. Finally, I am far enough out.

My legs shake as I slowly stand up and balance myself. The next wave comes, roaring up behind me. It grabs onto my board and lifts me slowly up in the air. I am shoved forward, faster and faster. The top edge of the wave curves around me.

Then the wall of water crashes down on me, knocking me down under the water. I tumble over and over again. My body slams into the beach and the water draws back. Coughing, I grab my board and stumble up the wet sand, heading back to the beach. I flop down on the towel, dripping water from every inch of my body.

i like how 74 is written, it reminds me of my own and psyrien's style. but yeah, characters are good too, it is funny.

I mostly write prose. I can't get any good poetry out unless I am in a depressed mood... Any poetry at all unless I'm depressed actually. Or sad... which is basically the same thing. And then my poetry is erily dark. I have a good poem in my locker at school that could work well as something written by one of the members of the organization 13 actually...

#19 Cell-phone

The harsh jangling of music pulled me out of the depths of sleep. The tune played again, then again. I groaned and reached out. My hand danced across the table next to me, searching. It closed around the source of the noise, finally. Yawning, I shoved myself up and slipped the phone open.

"Hello?" My voice sounded exausted even to my own ears.

"Hi Fumiko!" Yuuki's voice was annoyingly cheerful. It was to early to be that happy. Much to early.

"What you want, Yuuki?" I demanded through another yawn.

"Come with me somewhere. There is something I want to show you." I could hear the tension in his voice though he tried to hide it. Sighing, I shoved myself out of bed.

"Alright." I'll come. Where and when do you want to meet?"

"Lobby of the dorm building. Five minutes." The phone clicked dead in my hands.

Angrily I flipped my cellphone shut. I was supposed to meet Suichi for brunch, and the time of that meeting was rapidly approaching. Yuuki had better not make me late, I thought as I slipped into my clothes, grabbed my keys and ran out of my room. I tucked the cellphone into my pocket as I did.