Confessions

So I had the opening to this Drabble floating around in my head for a couple days and decided I needed to get it out so here's the results:








I’ve killed a man.



Actually, I’ve killed hundreds of men, thousands even.


Wide eyed dreamers, fighters, leaders. All sorts, from all walks of life.


Violently at first, then silently smothering them. Now I just lock them away and let them slowly wither, like candles being snuffed out. No more shouting or struggling. You can see the light slowly leave their eyes as they realize and accept their defeat.


Each of them a part of me. A part that had reached the end of it’s life, an end to the greater good and the ultimate end goal I hope to achieve.

Own Little World

This is a special drabble I wrote for the most amazing person I have in my life right now (and hopefully forever.) Along with trying to do this regularly again, I'm also working on my photography skills. The picture that accompanies this post can be found over on my Instagram. I hope you enjoy!





    She sat lost in her own little world. Cheeze-itz slowly making their way from the box to her mouth every few minutes. Lights danced across her face as the sounds trailing from the television droned on.
    Spread out on the bed watching her, he smirked and slowly rose the camera, knowing he would see this moment many more times didn't stop him from wanting to capture it now. The viewfinder found his eye and in a split second the shutter closed capturing the scene  forever.
    She froze, slowly a hand rose from the box holding, a single finger. Go figure.

Red Strings

   So one of the worst things about being creative enough to write and having anxiety is that my mind is able to come up with a ton of problems that might not ever happen. Might. But It also allows me to create worlds with people that others can relate to for having gone through the same things.
  In this drabble I let my anxiety out to play with the words on the page and see what I could create. I think this story takes some place in the world of Chad an Alice. They are the characters I use for everything. But their world is still developing with each story I tell.

    “It's not the end you know.” She was clearly trying to comfort him. “We knew things would get hard but we're going to try no matter what.”

     He scoffed at this and looked up to the night's sky, hundreds of stars twinkled, reminding him of a thousand possibilities. “I never said this was the end. I just know how things go when you put this much space between two people.” She stepped next to his perch on the picnic table looking up as well.

    “Space only means so much with this.” Lifting the small red sting attached to her pinky.  

Little Feet

I've got this pipe dream. So far I'm gliding down the pipe and just enjoying the ride. So here is another story from my flight down.

 Little feet ran across the floor behind her. Smiling to herself she shook her head. There was something going on this morning. The kids usually weren't up this early. Her husband left a half hour before had made sure to wake the kids for her. It was suspicious.

Giggles now came from the next room. “Mamma!” the duel voices of her children called out. The footsteps now echoing up right behind her.

“Yes my loves?” she said tuning to face them her face turning red as she saw both of them standing there with a half dozen roses in hand.  

Random Drabble

   So this drabble is going to be completely random.
   Usually, I write my drabbles word document and then post them here after I've checked it. When talking with one of my partners tonight I told her to give me a writing prompt to do something about this is what she gave me: "Going to the circus."
   So this is going to be a little bit different but here we go:



   It was a clash of noise. The people jeering and booing from the outside clashed with the sounds of those laughing inside the gates. The sun set from behind the large area of tents backlit by the big top in the exact center.
   “Guess not everyone is a fan around here?” Chad scoffed glancing off to the side at the protesters. The woman beside him let out a slight laugh.
   Shifting the small child in her arms causing her to stir and cry. “Looks like they are about to get some help.” She mused laughing once more.

I Don't Know Her

     I wrote this on a whim one night while talking to someone very dear to me. I remember one night I was talking to her and I said something about how I could easily fall in love with her and she laughed and looked at me and told me I already was. I didn't know what to say. She had me dead to rights I just didn't wana admit it.

      I don't know her, not yet. I could tell you some of the things she liked. I could tell you some of the stories I've heard from her.

      I don't know her, not yet. But recently she gave me a chance, she let down a part of the wall. She allowed an outsider in and the light that is her is as burns as bright as her red hair.

      I don't know her, not yet. I've promised her to give her my all to learn and in the process some how, fell in love with the mystery that was her.  

Hidden Adventures

Decided I had been abusing this blog. Focusing on other projects so I found a writing prompt on Reddit and decided to give you guys this  new drabble:

          There they stood they had finally found it. After all the searching he found the hidden Blades of  Hassan-i Sabbah stuck in a stone. A sigh came from next to him, his partner Alice. She had joined the search after he finally managed to convince her they were actually real. 


Alice smiled also knowing that it meant a lot to him. Their was no way she was going to let him hunt for them alone. Here in the middle of  the mountains of Syria they had found them. The glint in both of their eyes was worth all the struggles. 

Her

The point of a drabble is to tell a story in only 100 words.

He layed there looking at her, the moonlight coming in through the window casting a faint light on her face. She was so beautiful, breath taking.

He could hear her now. The argument that would ensue over the fact she wasn't good looking or anything. He smiled to himself and took a drag off the cigarette casting a faint red light in the room.

The past few months had flown by it was unbelievable. Sitting there he could see the light reflect off the promise ring she wore. After every thing that had happened it really was the right decision.

Lone Wolf? Part 1

So this is going to be a drabble short story. This means it will be a short story told to you in a series of drabbles. Meaning you'll have to wait for a couple weeks to get the full story. But hopefully you'll live. Here you go enjoy the first part:


   The wolf pawed the ground of the clearing, his head lowered and quietly baying. Unsure of what lurked in the bushes across from him. All he knew was what ever was there was bigger than he was and what ever it was could easily be taken by the pack if they were all there. Unfortunate for him though they weren’t.
    There was a certain blood-lust too, or was it a blood-lust? All he knew was while he knew what was in the bush could kill him. He wanted it to come out and come after him. This could be fun.

Consert Of Change

Alright! Another drabble! No horror to this one. Just simple sweet and cute. o.O Just read it!



The crowd roared deafeningly as the band walked back on to the stage. He stole a glance at the girl next to him. it was about time for the song he had been waiting for. The song that had previously killed him would now be transformed this night. He reached back and took her hand even with her boyfriend right there, he had to. Their fingers intertwined perfectly. He stole another glance at her. The look in her eyes made his heart race. In that moment he could feel completely how much he loved her like he never could before.