Write Your Own Very Own "drabble".

Fog had a way of magnifying eerie happenings.
But its cloudy and cold outlook belied what had occurred in the grand mansion, whose grayish walls blended with the ghostly apparel of fog's stillness.
The fluterring of a nearby curtain caught Justin's eye. Few minutes ago, he would have shuddered in response to the slight breeze emerging from the windows.
In sobriety he strolled to the center of the large living room. His footsteps -a shallow, noiseless movement on the marble floor- rang peals of bewilderment as he wasn't used to them being so silent.
He stopped in his tracks, staring in awe mingled with anger at the sight he beheld.
Lying lifeless at his feet was a body bathed in a pool of blood.
He knew those eyes, now  thrown back in their sockets;
the almond shaped lips,
the mole on the left cheek,
-like the back of his hand, he knew.
A racket at the door brought him out of his oblivion.
Too late, he sighed.
The police bursted in all geared up in their armor, passing through him as to them he never existed anymore. He was just a poof of air.
Justin looked back at the corpse- the exact replica of him. If wishes were horses his killer wouldn't have gotten away and left of him a ghost.


_{At last. I didn't count though}

Lol

dunno if it is boring or not but this is mine:

As i turned to go i heard a SPLASH and looked up at the moon it was just 5:pm and it was as dark as midnight so i later turned to the pool and saw,  Gay's body burning o men i started hearing that strange noise of the evil again it was coming close to me cause i was the only surviving person out of 6 so i started hearing meg,meg,,MEGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!.       

OOOOOOOOOOO men iwas having one of those horrible nightmares again and mum screaming at me with the top her voice as usual.

hope it's not tooo boring.

ROTTEN TUBERS
The ringing in my head increased as blood rushed into my head. I was lying prone on the concrete wall looking down at the huge expanse of cultivated farmland. The wall rose several feet into the air and it took all I had to control the dizziness I felt; wave after wave of nausea threatening my delicate position. Using a torch light was not an option because a couple of guards patrolled lazily around the perimeter. Carefully, I flexed my cramped thigh muscles and silently prayed to the moonless night to see me through till dawn. The first guard passed underneath with a droopy swagger that spelt sleep and too much alcohol. It took the second guard five hundred slow heart beats to get to my position. My mission was simple and precise: the little ones must not die of hunger, not yet. The rest was easy; I jumped down into the soft earth landing on the balls of my feet, remembering to erase any signs of my entrance. I crawled further into the farm until the bamboo sticks told me I was in the old yam section. This was the difficult part. I waited until the crickets and frogs had accepted my intrusion into their territory. Thrusting my hands into the soft soil, I began the laborious work of a shovel; carrying handfuls of earth till the prize below was revealed. Like a patient artist I replaced the mound of earth and erased all signs of criminal activity. Gently, cradling the enormous tuber like a new born baby, I carried it to another section of the imposing concrete wall. I tossed the prize smartly over the wall and waited for the low whistle telling me that it had been caught midair by my partner in crime. I followed soon afterwards and together we sneaked home and delivered our prize catch to our mother who showered war praises on our excited heads. Oh! The shock that awaited me in the morning changed my life for life: the gigantic tuber of yam was rotten, unsalvageable and worthless. I learnt my very first lesson in life: make sure of your heist before leaving the playground. The children did not die of hunger. Not yet.

In death we remained estranged,
My father's obituary was written by my sister
'He was survived by one'.