The Second Original Fiction Drabble-thon!

[thegalecity]

Hey all! Becky/ruffwriter again. Since we all had so much fun last time and I know we're all being pummeled by classes and work, the Original Fiction Drabble-thon is coming back for another go! The idea of this is to write something, anything at all, with your own original characters

Comments

[ruffwriter]

Write about September.

[noelleno]

The sun was standing to change seats again: it was gently shifting the light of dawn further and further from Summer's bed. These were the days where she was late to rise, so close to the end of her reign. The plants of the earth groaned, knowing full well what would follow. Still, when she smiled, they lifted their heads and spread themselves wide in thanksgiving as she passed

[ivory_and_horn]

Oh, this was gorgeous -- it had a beautifully mythic feeling. I like the characterization of Autumn not being cruel, but cautionary.

[noelleno]

I had personifications of seasons a few years ago, and Autumn was always the quiet little sister who smiled small but cared the most. :]

[ruffwriter]

Write something in a genre you've never touched before.

[ivory_and_horn]

Marten-Cresnick had, in my very humble opinion, the creepiest damn elevators on the entire campus. It was an old brick building-student scuttlebutt said it had been a bomb shelter and let me tell you, getting lost in the basements it's easy to believe, the thick concrete walls muffling every scuff of your sneakers. The elevators were slow and creaky and had lights that didn't always work, crawling up and down their shafts with this weird uneven sort of buzzing hum, or maybe humming buzz. Despite all this, I used them pretty often because I'm waaaaay too out-of-shape to be climbing six flights of stairs three times a week without whining at my roommate. And I love my roommate, so I braved the elevator. I know, my life I so hard

[noelleno]

I REALLY REALLY LIKE THIS holy. The voice. I really like Jesse's voice--it really drew me in, and as things started picking up, my ears were perked.

[ivory_and_horn]

Whee, thank you. :)

[ruffwriter]

Write about the pride before the fall.

this is hubris

[shadowpup88]

(Have a freeverse that has nothing to do with the DukeH stories, because I have apparently decided to disregard what I said about posting in "approximate order". Title is because I have no imagination, for serious.)
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It is the end of the world, so sweet, so fine,
blood courses through veins,
glutted on hope,
you are already on page two.

Secrecy avowed in darkness, so harsh, so right,
burning light covers truth,
timed by fate,
the rose garden swallows you whole.

Grey cloaks the shallows, so deep, so thin,
immortality takes the burden,
feared by legend,
down the tunnel you go.

Smile upon your lips, so lost, so wondrous,
uncertainty holds your heart,
plagued by loss,
an end to you who never knew you.

Re: this is hubris

[ivory_and_horn]

I really like the first verse.

Re: this is hubris

[shadowpup88]

:) Thank you so much!

[ruffwriter]

Write about two generations.

[noelleno]

Write about two generations working a restaurant together.

[woodburner]

Write about two generations of conmen/women.

How It Began Arc: Two Generations

[shadowpup88]

[HIB: after "september" and before "half-remembered"]
(took, uh, a little liberty with the prompt. technically, Jack and Henry are detectives and technically, David should also be a detective, but...well, long story short, Jack has a past with a capital p--like so: Past--and he lets David in on that past all the time. Henry is not pleased)
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"I've got you covered, just keep running," his dad barks out as he makes the sharpest turn David has ever seen.
David lowers his head and resigns himself to pumping his legs like he does when he's a second away from the end of the track. He's not sure why they're running, not exactly, but he has the faintest idea stirring into life in the back of his mind and he doesn't like what it's saying.
Behind him comes the dull roar of pounding feet interspersed with yells of, "Gone a week," and "I can't believe you brought David into this!" and "Get back here, you two

[ruffwriter]

"Opening the windows didn't make any difference."

[noelleno]

"God, you reek!"

"It's not me, I swear!" Mike exclaimed, ducking another pillow. "I mean, if it was? Odds are pretty good I'd take credit, but I th--"

"AUGH." Elle swiped at him, catching nothing but air, immediately returning her hand to her face.

"I really think you're overreacting," he muttered, brushing his bangs back into place. He took a slow breath, wrinkling his nose on the inhale like a wine taster. "I think that's just socks." He shuffled his hand across the floor and underneath his bookbag, bringing it back with a fistful of tube socks, bringing them up to his nose and sniffing. "Yeah. Socks."

"They smell like death," Elle groaned, scooting to the head of the bed, as far away from him and his nasty socks. "Don't you wash them? God, just--just open a window or something."

"It is open."

"Now throw them out"What? No

[ruffwriter]

HAHAHA. Oh man, poor Mike. ♥

[noelleno]

it's his own fault