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100 Drabbles of Summer - June 11th roundup

Jun 11, 2010 01:57

Daily Drabble Round-up for Day 12 of the 100 Drabbles Of Summer (6/11/2010)

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100 Drabbles - #38 - Sticky (22/100) witchwaytohell June 11 2010, 07:28:59 UTC

Miyole Sitota - Drabble contains graphic violence.

Stella Black - #11 - Gluttony (23/100) bloodypradas June 11 2010, 07:31:31 UTC

Stella kicked her tiny feet at the ruched lace edging, staring in the huge, ornate mirror. No. No. It just wasn’t what she wanted.

"It’s the wrong color..." she sighed, turning a little circle left and right, glancing over her shoulder at Geoffrey. His expression was the very definition of exasperated.

"This is the one you wanted..." he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. She stomped one foot, and scowled.

"It’s not right, and I want another one..."

"You have eight! I bought you eight!"

Another stomp, another scowl, and Geoffrey wore resignation and defeat well. Nine it was.

Stella Black - #77 - Growing Up (Author's Choice) (24/100) bloodypradas June 11 2010, 07:32:41 UTC

Sitting in Geoffrey’s lap, her arms looped tightly around his neck, Stella buried her face in Sileny’s hair. She didn’t want this, she was too little! It was too much to bear, too painful...

Living forever had excited her at first, Geoffrey had promised her that she would never grow old, never loose her beauty and his love. But now...faced with the enormous teeth and monstrous jaws of her new father...it was too much.

She whimpered and let her tears wet her mama’s platinum hair, pressing herself closer to Geoffrey, convinced that the pack had expected too much from her.

Ranulf Haas - #78 - Author's Choice (25/100) gunpowderwolf June 11 2010, 07:35:02 UTC

"So...the toys are alive..." Ranulf frowned, narrowing his eyes. Isaiah shook his head, sighing with all of the exasperation that a ten year old could muster.

"No...it's like...you have to use your imagination. They’re not alive, like people, like you and me...but they move around and talk and stuff."

His frown deepening, Ranulf sat back on the couch and tilted his head. "So they’re not alive? But the Space guy thinks they are? And how is that cowboy walking…his legs are just stuffing..."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, turning back to the movie. "Don’t think too hard about it, Uncle Ranulf..."

Ranulf Haas - #5 - Wrath (27/100) gunpowderwolf June 11 2010, 07:36:13 UTC

"Where is he?" Ranulf roared, slamming his fist into the wall of his cabin, sending up a spray of splinters. Jon’s lip curled, and he cleared his throat.

"Augustin’s trail vanished in the clearing, and I can’t find Willem..."

Ranulf turned to face him, his teeth sharp. He was livid, his emotions running wild. He leveled a clawed finger at Jon, voice low.

"This is your fault, French. You drove Willem mad, this is on your head..."

Jon lifted his chin. Let Ranulf take his anger out on him, it was better than facing a truth he could willfully ignore.