Drabble Batch 3 - Original
All of these were written from prompts from anamuan in an email chain.
ancient, 150 words
"To think, many months, years, decades, centuries in the future, tumblr, twitter, facebook will only just be ancient history. Can you imagine? I mean, we're all obsessed with the internet right now, but what will be popular then? Do you think we'll just be sending each other all those gifsets and images telepathically?" She flails with her hand as she speaks.
Her friend sighs and rolls her eyes. "Right, I'm about to hang up on you."
"No really! We're on Skype. In the future, that'll be like, can you believe they would call each other? Now we just have to think of the other person and we'll show up where they are and just carry a conversation. Then disappear and it'll be SO EASY. This is ridiculous."
"Right."
"Can't you imagine?"
Her friend hangs up the call and shuts off Skype. "Hopefully there'll still be an ignore button in the future," she mutters to herself.
last call, 206 words
The groan in the bar when the bartender yells "Last call!" is enough to make one's ears pop. Well, normally it doesn't, but somehow, just this day, it felt like it. It probably didn't help him that he had managed to drink himself into more of a stupor than usual.
"Alex, come on. We should get going," his friend--Mark? Stark? Dark?, he's not entirely sure at the moment--says as he nudges Alex's shoulder. The move doesn't serve much to wake him as it does to make him almost fall out of his stool. (Actually, he pretty much does, except he'll never remember the next morning.)
"Hell no," Alex murmurs. "Last call means one last drink."
"Or it means we've been here too long," Drake--wait, or was it Jake?--insists.
"Spoilsport."
Stan laughs. "Who uses that phrase anymore?"
"Drunk people."
"Except I doubt even they do."
"Says who?"
"All the other drunk people I hang out with."
"I'm not your only drunk friend?" Alex sighs. "Sucks."
"Tonight you are, and tonight I'm taking you home," Dan says.
Alex pouts, hand grasping an empty glass in front of him. "No way. One last drink."
Alex isn't sure if he ever got that last drink--everything goes a little dark. He does finally remember his friend's name. It'd been Steve.
land of sand and spice, 92 words
It hurts to breath; to the point that the only way one can is by always wearing one of those flu masks. But when someone accidentally inhales through their mouth, or if they're not properly protected, there's always a hint of spice that touches their tongue on its way to the pharynx. Along with that are constant particles of sand--only a little with each inhale. The taste of spice is addicting that it's almost worth it to take another breath and another--
It's really a shame that the town now ceases to exist.
shop till you drop as corporal punishment/brutal prime-time entertainment, 70 words
"Shop Till You Drop" sounded like an awful game show to begin with. Why would America want to watch random Americans shop just before they reach a given limit?
Boring.
That is until it's used as a vehicle for wives to see if their husbands can shop for the household without knowing what anything costs.
Except they can't seem to get husbands to agree to be on the show at all. Funny that.
ancient, 150 words
"To think, many months, years, decades, centuries in the future, tumblr, twitter, facebook will only just be ancient history. Can you imagine? I mean, we're all obsessed with the internet right now, but what will be popular then? Do you think we'll just be sending each other all those gifsets and images telepathically?" She flails with her hand as she speaks.
Her friend sighs and rolls her eyes. "Right, I'm about to hang up on you."
"No really! We're on Skype. In the future, that'll be like, can you believe they would call each other? Now we just have to think of the other person and we'll show up where they are and just carry a conversation. Then disappear and it'll be SO EASY. This is ridiculous."
"Right."
"Can't you imagine?"
Her friend hangs up the call and shuts off Skype. "Hopefully there'll still be an ignore button in the future," she mutters to herself.
last call, 206 words
The groan in the bar when the bartender yells "Last call!" is enough to make one's ears pop. Well, normally it doesn't, but somehow, just this day, it felt like it. It probably didn't help him that he had managed to drink himself into more of a stupor than usual.
"Alex, come on. We should get going," his friend--Mark? Stark? Dark?, he's not entirely sure at the moment--says as he nudges Alex's shoulder. The move doesn't serve much to wake him as it does to make him almost fall out of his stool. (Actually, he pretty much does, except he'll never remember the next morning.)
"Hell no," Alex murmurs. "Last call means one last drink."
"Or it means we've been here too long," Drake--wait, or was it Jake?--insists.
"Spoilsport."
Stan laughs. "Who uses that phrase anymore?"
"Drunk people."
"Except I doubt even they do."
"Says who?"
"All the other drunk people I hang out with."
"I'm not your only drunk friend?" Alex sighs. "Sucks."
"Tonight you are, and tonight I'm taking you home," Dan says.
Alex pouts, hand grasping an empty glass in front of him. "No way. One last drink."
Alex isn't sure if he ever got that last drink--everything goes a little dark. He does finally remember his friend's name. It'd been Steve.
land of sand and spice, 92 words
It hurts to breath; to the point that the only way one can is by always wearing one of those flu masks. But when someone accidentally inhales through their mouth, or if they're not properly protected, there's always a hint of spice that touches their tongue on its way to the pharynx. Along with that are constant particles of sand--only a little with each inhale. The taste of spice is addicting that it's almost worth it to take another breath and another--
It's really a shame that the town now ceases to exist.
shop till you drop as corporal punishment/brutal prime-time entertainment, 70 words
"Shop Till You Drop" sounded like an awful game show to begin with. Why would America want to watch random Americans shop just before they reach a given limit?
Boring.
That is until it's used as a vehicle for wives to see if their husbands can shop for the household without knowing what anything costs.
Except they can't seem to get husbands to agree to be on the show at all. Funny that.