5.3.11-excitement

He paced, waiting. She'd said she would be here by now. The little box he held made his hands sweat. Finally she arrived. She was so beautiful.
She waited for him to speak. He'd said this was important. Her heart skipped when he spoke. Finally he asked. He was so handsome.
…
He stood, waiting. She'd said she loved him. The thought of her made his heart pound. Finally the doors opened. She was so beautiful.
She waited for the music. He'd said he loved her. She wanted to skip down the aisle. Finally the doors opened. He was so handsome.

Frisbee (5.3.11)

Once, people took the trouble to play with me; once upon a time, a very long time ago. But now I lay on the ground, unwanted, unused and very lonely. I’ve been overshadowed by basketball and soccer. Some people may want to play with me, but when I come up as a suggestion, those who want to play with me quickly change their minds. I used to be popular, but not now. Now I lay, in the parking lot, waiting for someone to come with one of those homeschooler vans and run me over.

Please, won’t you play with me?

This is what a Frisbee at Classes said to me. =D

Avoidance 5.3.2011

She opened the door and gasped at the sight before her. 

He looked up, his face stretched thin with pain. 

“I’m sorry, can I come in?” he gasped. 

She hesitated, taking in his battered appearance. She looked at his eyes. She couldn’t help but open the door. His eyes were deeper than any she had ever seen. They spoke the words he couldn’t.  

“Ma! A guest!”  

She lead him to a couch were he collapsed groaning. His beautiful soul-piercing eyes closed.

“I’ve called the authorities,” her mother called.

His eyes opened wide, fearful. 

“They’re the ones I was avoiding.”   

New Father (5.2.11)

Thomas paces back and forth in his fancy parlor as he hears moans and cries from the bedroom. His father puts a hand on his shoulder and says:

“Stop pacing, she’ll be fine.”

In his heart he knows these words were true. He sits on the sofa and waits. After only a second he’s up and pacing again. ”Her moans have stopped! What’s happened?” he thinks as the nursemaid, Harriet, enters the room.

“Masta?” Thomas looks at her with worry in his eyes. Harriet laughs gently, “Ya’ll go on upstairs and see the glowin’ mama and ya’lls healthy little boy.”

Swing (5.1.11)

She runs to her special swing, her long skirt billowing out behind her. She squeezes her hips into the swing that has grown smaller over the years and pushes against the ground with her feet. Slowly she sways, to and fro, higher and higher. Her skirt feels so smooth against her bare feet. She feels so free, being away from the hubbub of the world. All her worries vanish and she feels calm for the first time in a while. Hot tears push at her eyelids from the pain of the last year.

“No”, she thinks, “I refuse to cry.”

this is my first drabble ever, so please bear with me as I learn!

5.2.11 [I forgot to title it- deal]

He stumbled into a dirty restroom, sweat pouring from his face, and doubled over in pain. One hand was stretched across his torso, gripping his side. The other leaned heavily against a porcelain sink, supporting as much weight as the trembling appendage would bear. Through the filthy glass in front him, he could barely make out his haggard face. He did not always look this way. There had been happier times. His jaw clenched suddenly, his mouth contorting into a grimace. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. There was only one way to end his pain. 


He needed to poop.

5.2.11 twinkle - a drabble of 100 words

He was 88 years old. The wispy white hair on top of his head didn’t come close to covering his baldness. The age spots on his hands were markedly brown. He had to use a walker to get around.

There he was, laying in the hospital bed. There I stood next to him, counting out his pills. He took the little white pill cup and the small Styrofoam cup full of water and peered at me, blue eyes full of laughter.

“Are you married?” he asked.

“No,” I responded, grinning.

“If I were 60 years younger, would you marry me?”

The Country Rejoices- 5.2.2011

The country rejoices. The streets are crowded with happy joyous people. The throngs sing the praises of the military and the leaders. The terrorist is dead. The man that hid for a decade. The one that killed thousands of people with two planes. The leaders of the USA are looking for peace now that the renowned leader has been taken out. Peace would be ideal. But what new leader will spring up. What new attacks will be planned now that the old has been removed.  The old leader was terrible, but the new could be much worse. What’s coming now? 

(written 5.2.2011) 

5.2.11-lifeless

She was numb. Numb with sadness too deep for tears, too painful to comprehend. He was so still. So little and lifeless. She was supposed to be laughing at his gurgles and pleased to hold him when he cried. She was supposed to be holding the warm little baby she had carried.
For five short months.
But instead she lost every hope for joy and wished she could die. Instead she held a little lifeless infant. Her little lifeless boy. Dead. All her dreams for him died the moment he was silent.
He never even had a chance to live.

day two drabble - let's agree to be perfect

the handsome blond boy behind the counter of the cafe has a perfect smile. the perfect accompaniment to a tea latte. who smiles like that at eight in the morning? other than angels and baristas, that is. and me, right back at the handsome blond boy behind the counter of the cafe.

the pretty freckled girl scanning groceries at the market has a perfect smile. the perfect accompaniment to a stash of mini tangerines. she knows the latin names of all the fruits, herbs and cheeses. why bother remembering latin when no one speaks it anymore? alia angelorum and cashiers.

day one drabble - in from the rain

Devon’s Volvo broke down on Red Clay Road outside an old house. a light shown through the kitchen window. rain soaked through his coat and shoes in the short distance from the car to the house.

a young woman answered his knock and let him in out of the rain.

she dried his clothes, fed him mini tangerines from California, brewed him a pot of loose leaf tea, and let him fall in love with her one awkward smile at a time.

by morning the rain had cleared. the car was towed. and they both knew the words to “Suzanne”.

5.2.11 Disaster in the Castle

The Duke paced back and forth in the tiny room, his arms crossed over his chest and his head bent down. One moment he walked with eyes closed, the next with one hand over his face, incessantly pacing with agitated steps and mind racing with apprehension.

A young man emerged from the other room, his body cloaked in a robe of brocaded blue. His hands and clothes stained red.

“Good heavens, man! What happened?”

“It’s over, my Lord, it’s all over.” He held a reddened knife to his master.

“What is over?”

“The wine, my Lord, it’s all been spilled.”

5.1.11-the words he spoke

The people watch intently. Jesus is back in his home town and they are eager to hear him teach. They hand him the scroll of the prophet Isaiah, and with the graceful knowledge of a rabbi he finds the passage he is searching for. The people listen eagerly as the words of their heavenly father are read. They shift as they stand in the heat and Jesus speaks, his tone is perfect. These are his father's words. He articulates a promise prophesying his own life. But though they are eager to hear his words, they are deaf to his message. 

(i don't really love this...but here's my first one) :) 

5.1.11 Knight of the Kingdom

A terrible droning voice filled the hall. A thousand glaring eyes pierced into his soul. He knelt on the cold marble floor before five hundred people; head bare, his sword held over his head. Only three months before he had bowed in this same hall with the same angry people in attendance. Only last time, they had been celebrating; celebrating his newly earned title of Knight of the Kingdom. But now they gathered for a different purpose. A far more dangerous purpose.

“…Convicted of treason and murder of the king.” The voice above him abruptly finished.

The sword suddenly fell.

5.1.11 sparkle - a drabble of 100 words

She looked at her ring finger on her left hand. There was nothing on it. But his hand was holding it. She looked back up into his eyes. Suddenly, she felt something cool slip onto her finger and he was speaking. It took a moment to register his words. Her heart started to beat faster, all the way to her throat, and her eyes started to tear up. “Marry me?” he asked.

She nodded, smiling so big her face felt in danger of breaking, and threw her arms around his neck.

There, on her left hand, was a distinct sparkle.