Drabble Roundup Post For 6/8/2010

[dien]

Daily Drabble Round-up for Day Nine of the 100 Drabbles Of Summer (6/8/2010)

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#19 Twilight

[skyfallen_meli]

Saying yes had become Amara's biggest regret. Behind closed doors, her world was nightmarish. His anger slunk about the apartment, his malice hiding in dark corners. One wrong step and the monster reared its ugly head. Her life blurry visions of black and blue. Her house of lies on the precipice of tumbling down. Sunlight was her only saving grace. It kept the monster at bay. When day faded, her fears rose, tightening in her throat. Nothing scared her more than his darkness.

"You warm by the firelight, in twilight's blue
Shadows creep and dance the walls.
He's creeping too."

(lyrics "Someone's in the Wolf" by Queens of the Stone Age)

#9 Lust

[buffy_slayer]

This time he has her up against the hard cold stone, barely enough time for words other than, Yes. Skirt gets hiked up, legs up around his waist, and he's inside and god it's like it sets her skin on fire. He's got her hands pinned, cold fingers pressed hard enough to bruise (easy to cover up with long sleeves, even in California) and her back scrapes against the mausoleum wall (at least the occupants can't complain about the noise). His tongue and his teeth find the pulse on her bared neck, blood so close to the surface.

#34 Tune

[wild_bultungin]

The room spun, dancing circles around him. His legs buckled, sending him tumbling to floor. He tried to shake the pounding drums from his head, but they pressed further into his skull. His body convulsed on the floor, eyes rolling back, only white showing. Sweat blanketed his body. Damn this incessant rhythm. It was trying to speak to him, share secrets of the world with him. He was drowning, falling into blackness, spit collecting in the corners of his mouth. Something was wrong, he didn't know where the drums were taking him.

"Shh," she hummed. "Let the Drumbeat take you."

#6 Pride

[synnerxx]

It's his pride that keeps him from saying he's sorry, from reaching out to Max and pulling him back into his arms, literally and figuratively. He hates himself a little bit for it, but he can't overcome it. He wishes he could, he feels so alone at night without Max in his embrace, but it's still not enough to make him apologize. He wonders how long he can keep this up until he loses Max forever. He's letting the best thing that's ever happened to him slip through his fingers because of his stubborn pride. He really hates himself now.

Muse: Jacob
Original

Re: #6 Pride

[french_in_fur]

First of all, I have to say I loved this. To read something so heart-wrenching for Pride was very unexpected, and I enjoyed it tremendously ^_^

Secondly - that's got to be the BEST writing related icon I have ever seen!

Re: #6 Pride

[synnerxx]

Wow, thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D

Hee, it really does feel like that sometimes. Lol.

#49 Accidental Discovery

[skyfallen_meli]

What a happy little accident.
When Amara looked back on how she ended up here, Bugs Bunny sprang to mind. He always took a wrong turn at Albuquerque. For her it wasn't Albuquerque, or a wrong turn necessarily. She'd just made a left turn by accident. Reading directions wasn't her forte. She usually just traveled by feel. That accidental left turn led her here. This quaint little town was picturesque. Green everywhere and it smelled so clean. Faded signs, few cars, no corporate stores in site. Fields of wildflowers and evergreens. Amara could see herself spending some real time here.