Five more Drabbles
Here are the drabbles for eerieslash. The words given were: mouse, jealousy, barber, & aspirin. I wrote one drabble using all of them, and then four individually.
My offer still stands, given me words or a phrase and I will do my best to write a drabble(s) arround it/them. ^_^
Disclaimer: if Eerie Indiana had been mine, it would have darker than it already is.
Rating: Teen, more or less.
Warning: Character death in the first drabble. After that rampant silliness.
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All Four Words
BANG
If anyone had seen them, they would have seen the same expression mirrored on both boys' faces.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Horror.
Marshall dropped the shotgun, but the damage was done, as Dash slowly collapsed to the ground. As he rushed toward his fallen...rival? Marshall pulled his Giants sweatshirt over his head. As he knelt beside Dash he pressed it against the gaping wound in Dash's torso.
"heh," Dash managed, breathing as well as he could despite the pain and blood loss, "i'm the one suppose to kill you in jealousy, teller, not you me because a mouse startled you."
"Shut up. Just shut up," Marshall muttered; he looked around. He needed an ambulance, and there wasn't so much as an aspirin in sight, "we need to...we need to...."
"what?" Dash asked, his voice dropping its growl, "get me to the hospital? we're in the middle of the woods, teller, we'd be lucky to find a barber...heh, did you know barbers use to be surgeons and dentists? yeah, they...."
"What?" Marshall stared at Dash and realized Dash was just rambling on, "Dash, we need to get you to..."
Dash grabbed his wrist with surprising strength, his dark eyes unfocused.
"see you in the next life, teller."
Then he was gone.
**
Jealousy
Coming back from a holiday visit to New Jersey, Marshall looked with dismay at the tableaux on the couch. It was ridiculous but he felt a surge of jealousy; Simon was his friend and this was his house.
Simon and Dash wrapped up in separate blankets and asleep. Dash was curled into a ball, while Simon was draped over him protectively, a baseball bat still hanging loosely in his grip.
Edgar dropped a bag in the hall and Simon woke up, and looked around fiercely. As soon as his eyes lit on Marshall, his whole face brightened like the sun breaking through storm clouds. He launched himself from the couch, and wrapped Marshall in a bear-hug.
"Marshall! Have I got a story to tell you!"
**
Barber
Tagging a pair of scissors, Marshall mused on the fact that he was only ever going to let Simon cut his hair in the future. This latest bout of Eerie weirdness had almost lead to the dissolution of all the marriages in Eerie.
Eerie's barber had been collecting the hair of his clients and using it in spells to try and get them to vote on a referendum that would have shut down the hair salon on the other side of town. While the owner of the hair salon (the barber's wife) was using the hair of her clients to fight the referendum.
And all of it over an argument whether one brand of scissors cut better than another.
**
Mouse
Marshall found himself flat on his butt just outside the World O'Stuff with Dash X trying to burrow his way under Marshall's skin. Marshall looked up at Simon, who shrugged. It took Marshall a moment to realize Dash was shaking and crying and begging.
"...keep it away, hide me, keep it away, keep it..."
Awkwardly patting Dash's back, he finally saw Radford coming out of the store holding a plastic Mickey Mouse Halloween mask, looking kerfluffled.
"Well, who knew?" Radford looked from Dash to the mask, and back, "I guess I know what to put up to keep him from shoplifting."
**
Aspirin
So, it was evil of Simon and me, but extreme situations call for extreme measures, and I was still mad at Dash for trying to write me out of my own life.
And the planets would only be in this alignment for two hours that, and then it would two hundred and eighty years before they would be again, and the curl-toed binsnarfer would only emerge during those two hours. We couldn't miss it for any reason, certainly not because we had to babysit Simon's little brother.
So we offered Dash all the cash we had to watch the little monster for those two hours, payable after we came back...but we hid the aspirin bottle before we left.
My offer still stands, given me words or a phrase and I will do my best to write a drabble(s) arround it/them. ^_^
Disclaimer: if Eerie Indiana had been mine, it would have darker than it already is.
Rating: Teen, more or less.
Warning: Character death in the first drabble. After that rampant silliness.
**
All Four Words
BANG
If anyone had seen them, they would have seen the same expression mirrored on both boys' faces.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Horror.
Marshall dropped the shotgun, but the damage was done, as Dash slowly collapsed to the ground. As he rushed toward his fallen...rival? Marshall pulled his Giants sweatshirt over his head. As he knelt beside Dash he pressed it against the gaping wound in Dash's torso.
"heh," Dash managed, breathing as well as he could despite the pain and blood loss, "i'm the one suppose to kill you in jealousy, teller, not you me because a mouse startled you."
"Shut up. Just shut up," Marshall muttered; he looked around. He needed an ambulance, and there wasn't so much as an aspirin in sight, "we need to...we need to...."
"what?" Dash asked, his voice dropping its growl, "get me to the hospital? we're in the middle of the woods, teller, we'd be lucky to find a barber...heh, did you know barbers use to be surgeons and dentists? yeah, they...."
"What?" Marshall stared at Dash and realized Dash was just rambling on, "Dash, we need to get you to..."
Dash grabbed his wrist with surprising strength, his dark eyes unfocused.
"see you in the next life, teller."
Then he was gone.
**
Jealousy
Coming back from a holiday visit to New Jersey, Marshall looked with dismay at the tableaux on the couch. It was ridiculous but he felt a surge of jealousy; Simon was his friend and this was his house.
Simon and Dash wrapped up in separate blankets and asleep. Dash was curled into a ball, while Simon was draped over him protectively, a baseball bat still hanging loosely in his grip.
Edgar dropped a bag in the hall and Simon woke up, and looked around fiercely. As soon as his eyes lit on Marshall, his whole face brightened like the sun breaking through storm clouds. He launched himself from the couch, and wrapped Marshall in a bear-hug.
"Marshall! Have I got a story to tell you!"
**
Barber
Tagging a pair of scissors, Marshall mused on the fact that he was only ever going to let Simon cut his hair in the future. This latest bout of Eerie weirdness had almost lead to the dissolution of all the marriages in Eerie.
Eerie's barber had been collecting the hair of his clients and using it in spells to try and get them to vote on a referendum that would have shut down the hair salon on the other side of town. While the owner of the hair salon (the barber's wife) was using the hair of her clients to fight the referendum.
And all of it over an argument whether one brand of scissors cut better than another.
**
Mouse
Marshall found himself flat on his butt just outside the World O'Stuff with Dash X trying to burrow his way under Marshall's skin. Marshall looked up at Simon, who shrugged. It took Marshall a moment to realize Dash was shaking and crying and begging.
"...keep it away, hide me, keep it away, keep it..."
Awkwardly patting Dash's back, he finally saw Radford coming out of the store holding a plastic Mickey Mouse Halloween mask, looking kerfluffled.
"Well, who knew?" Radford looked from Dash to the mask, and back, "I guess I know what to put up to keep him from shoplifting."
**
Aspirin
So, it was evil of Simon and me, but extreme situations call for extreme measures, and I was still mad at Dash for trying to write me out of my own life.
And the planets would only be in this alignment for two hours that, and then it would two hundred and eighty years before they would be again, and the curl-toed binsnarfer would only emerge during those two hours. We couldn't miss it for any reason, certainly not because we had to babysit Simon's little brother.
So we offered Dash all the cash we had to watch the little monster for those two hours, payable after we came back...but we hid the aspirin bottle before we left.