Drabble on a Sunday

Rarely do I sit down and write now a days because of life.
Either I'm working at my job, or I'm working around the house.

Today, I sat down and wrote.

It's a drabble of sorts, not quite as short as I'd like it to be, but not quite long enough to be called anything else.

What prompted it?
Silly as it seems, it was the smell of my dad's grill cooking meat.

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“The sky reeks of burning ash, and yet you have me sitting here sipping wine,” she glares towards her capture from across the room.

“If I didn't, you'd be dead or in some sort of mishap. Of course I'd keep you here,” he nods coolly.

“Then let me out. Set me free and I'll be able to do something,” she stands up and began to pace; her wine glass passing from hand to hand.

“That is impossible. I do not even have the power to grant that, even if I so chose to, and you know that all ready. Now if you'd just sit-”

“I can't do this! Being a prisoner is one thing, but being a dictated puppet is quite another!” The glass shattered as she ran from the room.  

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Found this picture afterwards, and thought it fit the mood.

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Keep on Writing!

God Bless,

SDG

Joy

Drabble: Snow

This dabble was started when I looked outside at the deep snow, and thought of the words 'sharply soothing'. At first that didn't make sense to me, until I made a sentence with it. Now I love this description, and I hope to use it in one of my stories one day! Here's my dabble:

I tripped and fell hard, my hands falling down through the deep snow and my face planting deep in it. The snow felt sharply soothing against my hot, sweaty, tear stained face. That felt so much better than the shame I was running from that I staid there, reveling in the cool solitude I had found.

  Final word count: 56

P.S. I have been very busy with preparing to go to college, so the 'Character Mondays' will not always be on Mondays now. Well, at least not until I get more into a schedule. :)

My second Drabble! It has a big tree. . . Yup.

Okay. I'm going to do this one on trees. I miss seeing the green trees so much right now. . .  I'm not sure if it's a very good drabble, as it seems like the beginning of a story, but I think you can do drabbles like that. I don't know though, but anyways, here it is:

I sat beneath the biggest tree I've ever seen, breathing hard. It's shade was cooling and refreshing, a nice relief from the scorching sun. An ugly brown bird hopped down to where I sat, “Morning!” He said, “You really shouldn't be here, move on.” I watched him fly away. What is wrong? Did I do something? All I had done was sit down. I have walked all day, besides it's stuffy and hot, I deserve a rest. I felt something rough wrap around me, and the world became cool and dark.

Final word count: 91

My First Drabble! The winged girl

Drabble = What you write using a writing prompt in as few words as possible.

This is my first Drabble. My prompt was wings and my goal was 100 words. It's 155. . . But I couldn't do any less without taking something away. Here it is:

The girl looked down into the alley and winced. The sound of a dog yelping in pain could be heard, and the sound of boys laughing. Anger distorted her face, and she stood up on the roof and opened her wings. She relished the look of horror on the boys' faces when the looked up to see her; a black winged red-headed angel dressed in a gray over-sized hoodie and dark brown jeans. They scattered as she glided down to where the mongrel lay near a dumpster. He looked up at her, fear showing in his eyes as he growled at her. She sighed; she knew of his pain, for she had been tormented before too. She took off her hoodie, showing a black sequined sleeveless shirt that was hidden underneath, and picked up the dog with it. Her dad was going to kill her for bringing home a dirty mutt, but she didn't care.  

(Update 1/1/13: I found this picture on Pinterest that looks like the girl I imagined. I love Pinterest!)