Drabble Roundup for 6/17/2010

[iiudian]

Daily Drabble Round-up for Day Sixteen of the 100 Drabbles Of Summer (6/17/2010)

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drabble: "inquisitive" (author's choice)

[deadwhitemale]

His schoolin' was limited to say the least. Early on he also figgered you oughtn't be too nosy. Just keep your head down, do what you know. Music.

But death changes a man. You got eternity yawnin'... a body decides he maybe better learn some.

So Ellis gets himself a library card.

Slow goin'. He ain't no genius. Lotta words he never heard. Reference desk lady gets to know him good, suggests after fifteenth definition asked he use the dictionary.

Shit, so thass what it for.

Science, history, technology... Roman legions to atom bombs.

Death givin' him all sorta hungers.

Re: drabble: "inquisitive" (author's choice)

[deadwhitemale]

Why thanks very much. :)

#78 Run

[wild_bultungin]

Feet pounding on the dirt path. Blood pounding in his ears. It'd be so long since Badru had filled his lungs with clean air. Or felt actual dirt beneath his feet. He tossed his head back and howled into the cool night air. The wild creature just a few feet in front of him giggled. Taunted him. He pressed on, reveling in his labored breath and the sweat forming on his brow. She captivated him. Her soul sang a wild song, just as his did. He wasn't sure what was happening, just that he wanted her.

The chase was on.

#50 Treasure

[wild_bultungin]

Empty hands staring up at him. Earlier they had held...what had she called it? A foxfire? Some small swamp spirit? It had been stunning, dancing across their hands, around their fingers. Her hands so small compared to his. After sending the light home, she'd entwined her fingers with his.

Before the foxfire, there had been the magic trick. No, it wasn't a trick. Just magic. A few words spoken, in a language he didn't understand, then a beautiful magnolia blossom sitting in the palm of his hand.

He'd keep it. A reminder of a memory he would always treasure.

#18 Humility

[wild_bultungin]

Thick, gray tendrils of smoke crept upwards. Fire blazing, the villagers stood in a circle, feet stamping, a rhythm of the gods. Darkness loomed over them threateningly. The high priestess raised her gnarled hands to the sky. Low, guttural chanting rumbling from her throat.

Badru's eldest sister knelt before the priestss. An ancient, arthritic hand ran the smoking herbs over his sister, singing to the gods in a language older than her.

His sister's voice whispered in his head. "Help me brother. The gods are angry, I'm not good enough for them."

He stood meekly, staring at his dirty feet.

#79 Survive

[wild_bultungin]

Lips blistered and cracked. It seemed ages since he'd last felt a cool rush of water flow down his throat. It was the beginning of autumn and the sun was cooking the savannah. Most of the strength had left Badru's muscles, his body was slowly consuming itself. The last two days had been spent dragging himself by his arms to the shade of a large tree. Drifting in and out of consciousness, staying alive by drinking what liquid he could find, and eating any bug that happened to be unlucky enough to land nearby. Somehow he would live through this.

[vavarner]

Ellis folds the Times-Picayune into triangles while Val watches. Learns so he can make his own vessel.

They find the biggest puddle to be their Lake Pontchartrain. Set the ships sailing with breath blown for wind.

Slow race to the other side turns tidal wave speed as they puddle stomp the boats along.

Someday, Val will day sail.

He prefers paper boats together to real boats alone.

67. picture of a palm tree on a beach (55 of 100)

[vavarner]

Stunning full-color, centerfold in the tabloid. Snapped candid on a California beach.

Valentine Varner, with sun-bleached hair, dress shirt water soaked over tanned skin. Eyes blue as water, teeth white as sand. Palm tree swaying in the background.

Girls go crazy for it. The photo becomes iconized, idolized by Val's Gal's all over the world. It's plastered to lockers, walls, bedroom doors and ceilings.

Never mind the startled look in those eyes, thinness of his arms and chest revealed more than concealed by clinging cotton Never you mind that, he's so very beautiful in those photographs and magazines.

88. Author's Choice (Survive) (56 of 100)

[heil_hans]

29th April 1945

520 justly executed in the liberation of Dachau. He, Obersturmbannführer Hans Varner, should be foremost among corpses.

Hans misses his date with history.

Organisation der ehemaligen SS-Angehörigen provides him a new identity, a ratline to follow . He's already done days in a coffin amidst a boxcar of corpses. He'd thought the crematories had immunized him against the scent-- but he's gagging on it, choking, emerging mad from the darkness and stench. He will never sleep peaceful again.

Today, his hands appear bloody. His reflection appears uniformed. This curse is the price for his survival.

Justice will be served.

#'s 26, 33

[synnerxx]

#26 Heat
It's so hot today. Adam lays on the floor of the shop, done with work for the day, waiting on Jamie to finish whatever paperwork he's doing. Fifteen minutes later, he's fallen into a light doze and this is how Jamie finds him, glasses off on the floor beside him, arm thrown over his eyes, t-shirt flung off onto the table, laying with his back pressed against the cool concrete, snoring softly. Jamie really wishes he has a camera. He creeps back to his office, finds one in a desk drawer. He hurries back to Adam, and snaps the picture.

Muse: Adam Savage
Fandom: Mythbusters

#33 The Last Thing You LostThe last thing I lost? Her trust. I shouldn't have cheated on her, I know. Maybe then I would still have her. We had a good thing, her and I. We had been friends for years, ever since we were little. We grew up together. Then we started dating and I think I fell in love with her, but I'll never know for sure because I had to fuck it all up and sleep with someone else and she found out. I always knew she would. I lost the most

Drabble 18, prompt 29 - The Kindness (or not) of Strangers

[island_juliet]

Juliet wrenches her arm out of the Hostile’s grasp only to be grabbed by another, and the machete is dangerously close, glinting in the sun. "I got turned around," she insists. "I’m new, please, I just got lost."

It’s a lie, she’s been looking for stolen weapons from the armory, but they don’t know that. She’s crying though, anything to keep them from cutting off her hand.

Finally, Richard Alpert comes into view and they stare at each other for a moment. Does he know her somehow? She’s about to panic.

"Let her go."

She doesn’t even hesitate to run.