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Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by hola2ng(m): 4:14pm On Jun 24, 2008 |
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Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Nobody: 5:38pm On Jun 24, 2008 |
~Pandora~: And now introducing HR hotness Kill 3 men? Shivers down my spine, my goosepimples are having goosepimples |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by maedan(f): 7:44pm On Jun 27, 2008 |
crazylegs: @crazylegs Darn, she beat me to it. Been dyyyying to ask about it too. I used to think it had to do with your dancing skills! lol Girls and our imagination. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 7:41am On Jun 28, 2008 |
StephenP: Continued. . . It felt like an earthquake, except I wasn’t afraid and I didn’t want to hide. Random objects flew off the nightstand. She had one leg on the TV Screen and the other leg slightly touching the corner of the bed. No matter the lustful madness occurring, I kept my focus and so did she. She was untamed, her heat brought sweat pouring down my body. She was unquenching, pure energy, pure fire. To me, this was both a blessing and a curse because though she was always ready and eager for me, I was not always the same for her. But let no mistakes be made, I was still the son of Zeus and her body treated me that way. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 8:03am On Jun 28, 2008 |
Different Drabble Her mind was chaotic. I saw in her eyes that she loved me, but I also saw a mystery in her that I couldn’t unfold. It felt unsettling to know that she could be dangerous and without a scale of measurement I couldn’t prepare myself for her disaster. I felt it when she changed. I could feel it in her touch, in the way her eyes wandered off, in her blank stare comprised of empty emotions and burdensome thoughts. Constantly walking on eggshells, I would always wonder how I drove her into such a dark pit and why I always found myself there with her. It all drove me crazy, but I also saw her efforts to please me. She was always insistent on trying, asking about my well being and attempting to nurture me, but she had no idea what she was doing. I could see it was driving her insane. If only she realized that the only competition she had was the girl staring back at her in the mirror, then maybe . . .just maybe, she would relax and be herself. I wondered how long I would have to continue trying to convince her to let go her fears, and tell me everything. We were driving each other off the cliffs of sanity, but neither of us wanted to hit the brakes. No. Not yet. I would let go if I could . . . find another . . . but I loved her. In each of our reckless lives, we found common ground together. Apart we were a mess, together we were just as messy, yet somehow we had inner peace. Somehow, we were meant to be one. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by maedan(f): 11:39am On Jun 28, 2008 |
StephenP: **fanning self** !!! This has brought the STEAM back into the room!! The second one was profound too, blast it! Is there nothing you CAN'T do? I hail! |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by debosky(m): 6:02pm On Jun 28, 2008 |
Nice one bro no wonder the ladies are all, ahem. . . inspired by you |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Mesmerize(f): 6:05pm On Jun 28, 2008 |
Of couse we're inspired by him. . sexy, intelligent, mature, calm, and just so sexual. . . good luck ladies |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Nobody: 12:50am On Jun 29, 2008 |
StephenP: I like that. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 9:23am On Jun 29, 2008 |
@maedan, LOL I hail you too. Your drabbles have been really nice. @debosky, thanks. Let's stick to inspired [size=2pt] as opposed to amazed, thirsty and drooling [/size] @mesmerized, I love you too. @stillwater, thanks. I'm happy to like it. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by maedan(f): 5:19pm On Jun 29, 2008 |
StephenP: thanks! and for a guy, u write some nice, sensitive, deep stuff. damn right i'm inspired! and PRESpired!! |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Mesmerize(f): 5:37pm On Jun 29, 2008 |
StephenP:hahaha, amazed, thirsty and drooling? hahaha, I guess we can go with that Loff you too jare! keep up the good work |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 7:55pm On Jun 30, 2008 |
Mesmerize: LOL |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by HRhotness(f): 12:03am On Jul 01, 2008 |
stillwater: |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by HRhotness(f): 12:03am On Jul 01, 2008 |
She stood there trembling at the words being lashed out at her, her heart raced and she felt like her head was spinning. she tried to remain calm but the look on his face spoke hatred, she was torn between fear and desperation, fear that the day had come when he would finally say the words, desperation for him to see that she really did love him. Then something broke inside her, it all happened so fast, he lay there dead, blood pumping out of the hole in his chest and she stood with a gun in her hand. the tears finally came, there was no turning back now |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 7:24am On Jul 01, 2008 |
StephenP: continued She walked in and allowed the silence to welcome her home. I remembered the days when we'd raced each other home. She usually won because her job was only 15 minutes away. Sometimes I would leave work early just to beat her home. The best part of my day was the exciting feeling I got right before opening the door because I knew she was on the other side with a pea coat on and nothing under. But now, it seemed like life had morphed into a strange darkness and no amount of light seemed to remove the gray. So many things were the catalyst - Life got harder, more demanding, schedules changed, problems rose out from the night and silence became our comfort. The love remained strong, but unused, waiting for time to heal the open wounds. She entered quietly into the kitchen, she glanced at my shadow, but she kept her head moving in the same direction as her feet – towards the fridge. I sensed the silence bugged her because she asked, “How was your day babe?” but she received no reply, “ I was hoping you would make some of that spaghetti that I love or something like we agreed this morning cause I’m starving” she continued. I knew that she was secretly hoping that the silence would end, yet I spoke not one word or made any movement to acknowledge her presence or voice. In frustration, she slammed the fridge and walked towards me and started to yelling at me, telling me how upset she was about the way our marriage was going, telling me if I wanted her to leave I should tell her, after all the door was wide open. definitely going to be continued |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Gamine(f): 4:31pm On Jul 03, 2008 |
hmm, this is serious. When people write like this, i get jealous. i really wouldnt want to be put up on comparism. Ride on people. Tight. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by ariblaze(m): 10:57pm On Jul 03, 2008 |
ok, i dont want to be the bubble burster here but we are deviating from the thread, stephenp,lovely writeup, i dey beef you oo but the essence of this is for a story to be continued by another person, 100words and let the other party play with the continuation so lets start |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Dakore(f): 6:12am On Jul 04, 2008 |
Bello Legacy Charles Dickens would say in his novel that "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Tayo Bello wouldn't agree with Dickens. Today was an average day at best. Not too bad, not too good. He had just returned from school as usual and saw the usual note on the table. His working mom scribbled it as she was in a hurry to get to work. She was going to be late again. She expected her only son to microwave the left over rice from last night when he gets hungry. Tayo made a face after reading the note. Not left over rice again, he thought to himself. He was twelve when his father passed on. His father had died in action. The fact of the matter was that Mr Bello had unusual powers. He had been recruited by the pretty inefficient local police force with whom he put his ability to mimic the voice of a Stormfire god to good use. The armed robbers, armed potheads, armed psychos, armed whatever catch an immediate case of wobbly legs when Mr Bello put on his Stormfire god voice. They drop their weapons and run away. Mr Bello wasn't lucky on his last mission. The armed millitant's hand shook violently as he heard Mr Bello's voice. He hit the trigger in the process and the bullet went straight through the Man with the mighty voice. It didn't say anywhere that a Thunder Voice came with a side order of immortality. His wife and only son shed tears that could have drowned the town at the funeral. They got a mansion and a huge check from the government though. Their man had died a very honorable death. Five years has passed and Tayo, still thinking about his dad, used the plastic spoon to pick the last grain of rice from the plastic plate. He wasn't interested in washing any dishes and his mother wasn't going to do it either. He looked up at the time. It was only 2:30pm. The interview was at five. He was about to graduate secondary school and the local police has offered him a job at the station. He didn't have his father's Stormfire god voice but he was six foot five and muscular enough to frighten most. Master Bello is very proud that he will be following in his father's footstep by joining the police. He would have to work very hard and avoid armed millitants with wobbly hands though. Tayo got up from the dinning table. He went into his room to get dressed. It was only the beginning of the best of times and worst of times. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by ayinba1(f): 5:48pm On Jul 04, 2008 |
@all 100 words , eh |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 6:38pm On Jul 08, 2008 |
StephenP: Sorry I took too long . . . She saw the red wine spilled on the floor and the broken glass all around me and for a moment it seemed she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed me and checked all around my skin, there was no cuts and no gushing blood, but my eyes were red and my cheeks were wet with tears. She wiped away my tears with the handkerchief I bought for her last Valentine while she pushed her hair away from her face. “What’s wrong baby?” she asked repeatedly and I began to mumble. The more I tried to talk, the more the tears came flowing. “I’m sorry, I love you so much” I said to her as she placed her hands on my face as if to force me to look her in the eyes. “I love you too” she replied although she looked slightly confused on what I was sorry for. I began to rabble some more, “I slept with another woman, I . . . I . . . slept with another woman because I was angry. Some man constantly kept leaving messages on our answering machine saying that it was a pleasure having lunch with you and random shit like that so I snapped. I lost it and I slept with another woman and I’m sorry.” She trembled, her hands shook, my lips quivered as she lifted her hands to her mouth and gasped for air as if she was suffocating. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by TOH(f): 7:11pm On Jul 08, 2008 |
depressing Finish up though! |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Nobody: 1:28am On Jul 09, 2008 |
Lol. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 1:43am On Jul 09, 2008 |
stillwater: it's funny? That's not the emotion I was aiming for. TOH: will do |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by StephenP(m): 6:12pm On Jul 09, 2008 |
StephenP: To finish it, Maybe she was because sometimes love can be suffocating. Loving someone to the point of insanity, loving to the point where logic is blinded by all possible emotions that is then pushed into a tiny box with a time bomb strapped to it. Wars have begun in the name of love, blood has been spilled in the name of love, crimes have been committed for the sake of love and now infidelity has been the product of this love. She took her hands off my face while pushing my face to side. I wanted to beg her, beg her to forgive me and take me back, but I sat still crying in defeat. There are some things you can’t expect a woman to forgive and this was one of them. She walked away towards the kitchen cabinets and grabbed a towel. She returned but made no eye contact with me. She got on her knees and began to clean up the spilled wine and picked up the broken pieces. It was quiet again, and the only sounds in the house were those of her footsteps as she continued to clean up the kitchen. She finally returned to me, still refusing to look me in the face, she gently pulled at her hand and slowly took the wedding ring off her finger and dropped it on my lap. My heart broke into pieces smaller than particles and I looked at her and saw that streams of tears had surfaced in her eyes, and was rolling down her cheeks and down her neck where it soaked into her blouse. She left the house, but I did not run out after her. I remained there staring blankly into the wall, lost in a jungle of my untamed thoughts. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by ayinba1(f): 8:17pm On Jul 09, 2008 |
It’s beautiful outside and a well-preened Lucy steps out in the lobby. At 104, she had buried her four offsprings, the youngest died at age 75. Each of them had joined her in the nursing home and subsequently died leaving her behind. “Hey Lucy, what are you up to today? She gives John a toothless smile; he is one of the few who knew she was not senile. A diagnosis of Alzheimer had been made based on her feigning the symptoms. Years on Broadway had not been wasted, she thought. “I’m good, boy, I’m good,” she laughed inwardly, I am. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by ayinba1(f): 8:30pm On Jul 09, 2008 |
I rush franctically upstairs, placed the baby on the couch. “Oh…honey, wait for mo…, mmy” I managed. Dashed to the bathroom rummaging through the cabinets. It should be here, I thought. I could feel the tightening. I should have had one in my purse. But I found none there. Jack’s giant must have ailed from what ails me, I thought, as I listen to myself. Okay, stop, think, remember… Yes, I left it in the bedroom. Quickly, to the bedroom and there it was. Click. Prime. Click. Prime again. Big breath in. “Puff”. Hold a while. Aaaahhh. Heavenly relief from Albuterol |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by ayinba1(f): 8:42pm On Jul 09, 2008 |
Mama rocked in her chair. Images of youth flashed before her eyes. “That could be me, or not” she thought; These days she’s unsure. A small smile danced at the corners of her lips. Her eyes are misty. Bunmi comes in with a man in a long white robe. “Alagba, for the past three months, mother has become worse, saying unbelievable things”. Mama stared at them; no recognition. “If I say nothing, I would do no wrong”, she thought. “ Oh shlanga busta Kramer” Alagba chants, prancing around the room. “Jeez, this one is crazier than I am” Mama smiled |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Nobody: 5:46pm On Jul 10, 2008 |
The Dance Rust-brown thick clouds, hovering almost tentatively in the skies before settling on rippled bodies glistening with sweat. Mad stomp of angry feet, rhythmic chants of sore palms, the reverberating ekwe blending beautifully with the shrill cries of the ogene, the men pulsed, their buttocks undulating to the sweet melody of Ichie’s song. The women ogled, their breasts swinging pendulously to the frenzy of excited men, the old men smacked their gums and tried so hard to look uninterested. “Ichie sings well”, “Hmm”, Akwuekwue rinsed toothless gums with palmwine. “He’s a charmer”, said one. Ebechineme nodded his head slowly like an agama lizard . . . his walking stick tapped the parched earth, perhaps the sacred song would bring Amadioha’s blessings. Wasn’t that the reason for the dance in the first place? Far far away from the madness, entranced in the magic pull of Ichie’s voice, the gods were watching. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by profmutant(m): 12:57pm On Jul 28, 2008 |
I've been reading u guys' posts on my phone and was moved to post my drabble too. OTONDO I sit staring in front of me. Its been 2 hours now, i look at my wristwatch to confirm that. Everyother person seems to have something to write. I look at my answer script again, flip through the blank pages, they are all blank pages. I feel like crying. My eyes actually well up with tears. I just confirmed i'm not as smart as i thought. I'm not as smart as anyone thought. I, Something struck me. The application of Schroedinger's equation to the perturbation theory. My pen sruck the paper for the first time in 3 hours. I could not write anything for i couldn't even remember where h-cross was and where planck's constant was. I was sweating profusely I was confused. Though i sat at the back and it would take some time before the invigilator got to me, 'Stop writing and submit' Yeah i just handed myself a second extra year. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by Sisikill: 2:21pm On Jul 28, 2008 |
@profmutant LMAO! Nice one. God! Brings back to many awful memories of brain freeze at the worst time. The moment you submit your paper, everything comes rushing back. |
Re: Write Your Own Very Own "drabble". by profmutant(m): 3:03pm On Jul 28, 2008 |
I was actually expecting to be yabbed till eternity. Heard u guys brandishing ur CVs as u fought one ant some time ago and i actually feel like an amateur that i am. There was a drabble i wrote about 5 years ago that i saw at home in April. I'm still trying to remember it. It has the sisikill taste to it. I promise to let u guys have it soon. |
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