Tag: drabble
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December 10, 2009 12:26 AM EST --
As woolen clouds touched earth and grew to fog, the sheared sheep shying, as sunlight dropped and puppy-dog wrapped its naked fur in dark, they started out. Stark shepherds crossed the wool-clad field, . . .
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December 17, 2009 11:06 PM EST --
Tom slid miserably down the wall as girls crowded the hall. He wished he’d not been chosen, hated this. Jen’s catty, sharp-clawed words were hard; Len pudding-pawed her face; Di rooster-crowed. . . .
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November 18, 2009 04:56 PM EST --
“We’re free from Crown and Bishop here.”
“And from soldiers defending us.”
“We fight alone.”
So they marched to rescue their captured friend—a . . .
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November 20, 2009 08:16 PM EST --
“There’s a ship!”
It was exciting at first. Maybe Mayflower had returned, but she stayed offshore.
“Still there.”
The people watched and grew afraid.
“Close . . .
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November 25, 2009 01:19 PM EST --
Another in my Thanksgiving sequence of drabbles – http://www.sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com . Thanks for the inspiration Susan.
Windows were parchment and linseed, . . .
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December 02, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
A scene almost Dickensian; dark alley, mildewed walls and dust-drawn windows, eyeless to the child’s unruly pain. She hugs the blanket tight to narrow shoulders, shaking chest, then rests herself . . .
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April 16, 2009 05:03 PM EDT --
John looked across the island and remembered the beautiful city, Laodicea: The aqueduct, that marvel of modern technology; the hospital where they salved the eyes but couldn’t cure foolishness; the . . .
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July 28, 2009 09:00 PM EDT --
Water rippled over moss covered stones , lending life to trailing fronds. Water under the bridge, David thought. Water that washes and cleans, while the July moon hung above the tree tops , gazing . . .
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August 19, 2009 06:26 PM EDT --
“Turn left,” says he.
“How far is it now?”
“Be less if you turned the right way.” His eyes start to frown.
Her fingers tense round the steering wheel as she feels . . .
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August 26, 2009 08:53 PM EDT --
Five minutes freewrite???
His most august majesty sits above us, cool in his shade while we broil in the heat down below. A lazy movement implies no procrastination, no prevarication now, don’t . . .
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October 14, 2009 04:53 PM EDT --
Sir Geoffrey, swashbuckler, waved his sword as he rode, sweet Emily’s ribbons and lace trailing from the hilt. A happy smile decorated his handsome face, and the only sign of harm was the color . . .
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October 22, 2009 01:36 AM EDT --
“ 'Your world is as big as you make it.' ”
Ginny slammed down her homework by the computer. “How the *** do I write about that?”
“Speak nicely Ginny,” said her . . .
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October 28, 2009 01:08 PM EDT --
The waves’ sweet susurration sounded softly in his ears. His tears blended with sea-salt spray portending eventide. The man who watched the waters turned away, his thoughts for sorrow and the . . .
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July 16, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
Fear is a river with no escape, tumbling out of control to the waiting sea. Fear splashes wider whenever you turn, and fear drowns. So David, floundering in uncertainty, knew he was drowning for sure. . . .
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December 02, 2009 04:26 PM EST --
The Christmas tree twinkled with tiny lights and scented the living-room with pine. “Smells like washing-up liquid,” said Emma, but Mom seemed to like it. She spent the whole afternoon . . .
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December 18, 2009 12:57 AM EST --
The small tree bloomed, its branches bent with jewels, glass-walled reflections. Twinkling lights lent red and blue and yellow to shade the dark. And childish hands, each movement planned, pressed . . .
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December 11, 2008 02:01 AM EST --
Aude peered at the photograph. Celester looked twenty years younger then, she thought. Turning the snapshot over, . . .
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April 17, 2009 07:24 PM EDT --
When he was young, Tom’s life waited to sprout like a field of grain. Jen said hers was more like a patchwork quilt with the pattern unformed. They fell in love.
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July 01, 2009 03:07 PM EDT --
The way Sam talked you’d think he expected to kick the bucket any moment. He’d tell you how his back ached, chest and lungs, how he couldn’t walk “baht stick,” and couldn’t . . .
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August 25, 2008 07:23 PM EDT --
This week's prompt:
Charlie Chaplin once said, ""To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain and play with it!" For this week, keep that quote in mind and give this . . .
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