Write Your Own Very Own "drabble".

A "drabble" is a very, very short piece of fiction. It should be about 100 words long. I just read a couple online and decided to write one. Took longer than expected. Why don't you put yours up here? It could be fun

I promise I won't sell any!

Hello Kids

She hummed boisteriously to herself as she climbed the stairs leading to the entrance of the hotel. The soft clicking of her stiletto heels echoed her hummings, making a surprisingly pleasant tune that was soothing to the ears. 

"mmmhhh Sundays' always nice," she murmured.

As she approached the desk, her eyes swayed to the left and caught two little boys that walked towards her in strides that conflicted with their stature.

She waved her hands to them saying "Hello kids,"
The boys looked up to her with a steady frown creasing their brow. Alas they were grown men but midgets.

You obviously did not see where it was clearly stated by the original poster that the story must be exactly 100 words.

Atinuke

his palms were moist, beads of sweat dripping down his face., yet he was freezing inside. He checked his reflection as a car drove by, his neatly starched and ironed white linen   shirt had become wrinkled with damp patches of sweat forming half moons under his arms. He wished for the umpteenth time he had worn a t-shirt instead. but still he waited.

He saw her approaching, quickly he ran to a corner and hid. He couldnt face her, not now, not like this. she walked right by him. He would never face her. He wept.

                    Our Water Broke; We Pay for it.
The calm. The preceeding noise could evoke nothing less. The three louvre blades he broke were here and there. He was by them - motionless - just the way my lead left him; blood flooded; perhaps, rigor mortising, i would never be brave enough to dare confirm.

His innocent days, long over before he clocked fourteen, was gnawing at my sanity. Now I know why he was trouble - he does not look good silent.

His mother will be back any minute. By God, patricide would have been far better! - me lying there, him running away for good; Jesus, my wife. Chei!

Why's nobody commenting on anotha's work?
Well I'll do just that later.

Mama’s Lessons: Dinner Date
Sitting at the table facing him, I couldn’t help but think about how we had gotten here. . .an incredible journey, some would say, a long and arduous road others will counter but what mattered was this - At long last, I got my wish! He was here with me and he’ll never leave.

“More Wine? I ask softly but no response. I didn’t need one because I knew. “Anticipate your guest’s needs” Mama’s lessons came to mind and so I poured. God! I wish he wouldn’t slouch in his chair but I guess it can’t be helped. . . a lifeless body will do that to ya.

You are incorrigible, she says

I don’t know if I have the strength or nerve to date you, there is this other guy, almost like a brother and everyone assumes…,

Everyone?        Yourself inclusive? I ask, she mumbled something underneath her breath, I knew better than to push it

I don’t love her, I should be able to let her go, view her from a less romantic angle, but I cant,her drive and energy draws me like a moth to fire

I feed off her, talk about being struck in a glass beaker, what can I do now?

The Female Thing

It’s hogwash he says and I laugh softly, not at all surprised by the anger in his voice. . .eventhough he tries to hide it under nonchalance. I’m not angry that he doesn’t get it. . .he is a guy after all.

It’s your life, he tells me, do what pleases you. . .this time it’s like he’s trying to convince me. I’m sad, I don’t expect  him to really understand that the rules are different for men and women.  It is the one who is pinched that feels the pain, not the one who witnesses the pinch.

well i did very well i think,
I am 5 words over but taking anything else out wld hav ruined it 

@  Sisikill
I would like to explore the possiblities myself, but i hvnt written anything longer than a few lines in yrs,,, just dont hav the time

I understand what you mean about not having time but I do wish you'll continue. . .just start writing it will come.



Thank you and I am seriously Lol @ the morbid part. Reminded me of what my writing prof once said to me. . .Enough with the morbid stuff, Next time go for something light. I honestly can't help it and I don't know where it comes from^{hmm, maybe I should seek help} . I start out never intending to "go there" but then I do. ^{Yeah, I definitely need help.}

As i made my way thru d darkened streets, i brushed at the overzealous mosquitoes that were hell bent on feasting on my already over worked skinny legs. "What do they want with skinny legs anyway?" i grumbled to my self. I had to get home fast, papa would be waiting.
Just then i heard a small noise behind me.
I was scared to look back, certainly i knew i was the only one on the lonely street. i strained my ears to hear the sound clearly. It sounded like footsteps. i picked up my speed almost running. no one was going to snatch the 20 naira i had worked all day for, not even a menacing thief! i began to run, the footstep was getting closer.
i picked up speed and ran. Why did God make nights so dark?
Just then i made out a building with lights beaming out from it. i ran towards it, praying hard as the footsteps behind me got nearer and nearer. Afraid to look back, i ponded at the door of the lonesome house, the door flew open, revealing a rake thin manwearing dirty agbada. he looked at me with kind eyes and smiled. i smiled back, uncertain of what else to do. Then his grin grew wider and my blood ran cold as  i glimpsed bloodstained teeth flashing at me  and heard the words that came out of the gnarled old lips.
"welcome. we ve been expecting u" I felt myself crumbling as a hand roughly shook me. i opened my eyes scared to even see the face of the person that shook me awake.
It was however papa's face looking at me with concern.
"wake up omoh" He said "You will be late for work" i quickly looked at the clock on my bed side and sighed with great relief. It was just a dream.
The day had not even started yet.

aaaahhhhh .  .  .  .  . . i don pass 100 words. i just get carried away smtimes. lol

Mama's Lessons - Crime and Punishment

"What have I done?" knife clatters to the floor. I back away from the scene of my crime.

"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime” Mama’s voice fills the room

Cover-up ideas swirl in my head.

My hands! Oh God, my hands. Need to wash it off, a quick dash to the sink but I stop.

As if possessed, I lick the red liquid mess on my fingers. . .not a bad taste

Back to the dining table, I dip my fingers in the gape the knife had made, scoop more and in my mouth it goes.

Slurping sounds fill the air. Insanity! No doubt but I didn't care. Do the crime, enjoy the crime, do time.

An Extra hour at the gym? Well worth it, I thought enjoying the cake with rich gooey red frostings.




 

As he lay there dying, he couldn’t help but feel regret, regret that he never got to meet his children. They were all grown up now; Sarah was 19, feisty; on her way to become one of the most powerful human rights activists. Sam was 17, straight A student, captain of the basketball team and all round heartbreaker.
 
It felt like another life now, him and Katie in the small house by the lake. Now in the stink of this alley way, on the cold hard floor, the life slowly sipped out of him and he shed a single tear.