At the end of the world in a zombie Apocalypse event people will change, including one little girl who knows how to survive.
Inspired by the Jake Bible's series, Scenes From the Apocalypse. Thanks all!
“One, two, three, four, five, six…” A little girl skipped along the edge of a roof counting out loud in a sing song voice. it was about noon with the sun pounding down on her filthy dress. “Eight, nine, ten eleven, twelve..”
Off in the distance she could hear cries of terror and pain. She stopped counting and walked to the side of the roof picking up a rifle. She aimed it over the edge toward the scream leveling a head in the sights. She placed her finger on the trigger.
“May god have mercy on your soul.” She squeezed.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Never Judge A Book By Its Cover
Another drabble. This one made me proud. After writeing it the first time it was at about 120 words. I edited it then typed it with out looking and got right at 100 words. But on to the story. This was written due to thinking about one of my friends in a diffrent light. Please enjoy!
She looked so frail and weak and she knew it. When hunting it was always better to let the pray come to you. Standing only about four feet tall, late at night she would look like a lost child at any distance. This caused the ‘adults’ to come to her rescue. Easy food.
Easiest of all was when perverts found her. Never stopping to think twice about her beauty which no child could possess. Their bounds and gags could never hold her. Only when her fangs appeared and she was lunging toward their neck did they realize what she was.
She looked so frail and weak and she knew it. When hunting it was always better to let the pray come to you. Standing only about four feet tall, late at night she would look like a lost child at any distance. This caused the ‘adults’ to come to her rescue. Easy food.
Easiest of all was when perverts found her. Never stopping to think twice about her beauty which no child could possess. Their bounds and gags could never hold her. Only when her fangs appeared and she was lunging toward their neck did they realize what she was.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Jester of Spades
Full story behind this one but I'm just posting it right now so the site isn't completely abandoned:
There was once a queen who was always looking for a laugh. She had a jester that she favored over all the others. But one day he failed to entertain her. She had him locked away. This had happened several times. Until the jester learned better. He requested another try from the queen to which she agreed. Once he was in front of her he refused to perform. The queen was so shocked that the jester was able to get out of the castle with out any problems. The jester was never to be seen again in the kingdom again.
There was once a queen who was always looking for a laugh. She had a jester that she favored over all the others. But one day he failed to entertain her. She had him locked away. This had happened several times. Until the jester learned better. He requested another try from the queen to which she agreed. Once he was in front of her he refused to perform. The queen was so shocked that the jester was able to get out of the castle with out any problems. The jester was never to be seen again in the kingdom again.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Sorry guys
My drabbles are being postponed for a little while. I am in need of money and need to focus on my other arts that I can sell. I will post the drabbles as I can, I hope to be back on a regular schedule soon. Thanks all!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Western (Kinda)
So this post is a little late but it is still Saturday to me since I haven't been to bed yet since wakeing up Saturday. I attended the Clockwork Cotillion II and I receved this idea to write something up. Not a steampunk story, but a wwestern one, kinda matching the time frame. Any way enjoy!
He drew his pistol from his side, a brand new 1911. Although the year was 1910, it was called a 1911 he couldn’t figure that out. Now wasn’t the time to think about it ether.
A gun shot rung out, the wood he was hiding be hind splintered next to him as the bullet from what he assumed to be a revolver flew past him. His vest already soaked in blood from the shot that had rang out minutes ago piercing his left arm. The pain he was manageable but thank god he was right handed. Now to fire back.
He drew his pistol from his side, a brand new 1911. Although the year was 1910, it was called a 1911 he couldn’t figure that out. Now wasn’t the time to think about it ether.
A gun shot rung out, the wood he was hiding be hind splintered next to him as the bullet from what he assumed to be a revolver flew past him. His vest already soaked in blood from the shot that had rang out minutes ago piercing his left arm. The pain he was manageable but thank god he was right handed. Now to fire back.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Happy 4th of July
Due to the 4th of July events I had. There is no drabble for this weekend. Sorry all. I will have one next weekend. I hope every one had a happy and safe 4th of July.
Freedom isn't free.
Freedom isn't free.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Game Over
So this drabble comes a day late but I hope not a dollar short. I had done this Friday with the plans on posting it Saturday. But work and a Steampunk meeting stopped that. My bad. But enough with that here is your drabble fokes:
The bolt flew through the creature’s head pinning its brain to the wall behind it.
“Ugh, damn only three bolts left. What do you have.” Ryn turned firing another bolt at an approaching creature.
“Five shots and the knife.” Ayden fired off two shots with a loud echoing explosion. These creatures what ever they were weren’t stopping, or so it seemed.
The one who’s brain was pinned to the ground laid still not moving. Ayden fired three more shots before realizing maybe he needed to get them in the head.
He heard the gun click, time was up for them.
The bolt flew through the creature’s head pinning its brain to the wall behind it.
“Ugh, damn only three bolts left. What do you have.” Ryn turned firing another bolt at an approaching creature.
“Five shots and the knife.” Ayden fired off two shots with a loud echoing explosion. These creatures what ever they were weren’t stopping, or so it seemed.
The one who’s brain was pinned to the ground laid still not moving. Ayden fired three more shots before realizing maybe he needed to get them in the head.
He heard the gun click, time was up for them.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Regret
So this weeks drabble is kind of different from the ones I normally wright. After a long week of thoughts flooding my head over different issues I wrote this. The first line had been in my head since the start of the week and this was the result. Enjoy!
(Please note: I am not suicidal and none of my thoughts had to do with that it's just how the story turned out)
He sat and watched the different embers rise up and out of the fire. Thousands of words were burning, pictures of a happy time now passed curled in the brass bucket where the fire resided.
He regretted the past few months with a passion. The pain the agony.
The months of wandering if this was the right thing to do or not. But he was done now.
It was her turn to regret it. Regret the few months of what she did to him. Regret the loaded gun he now held in his hands. She would regret it.
Wouldn’t she?
(Please note: I am not suicidal and none of my thoughts had to do with that it's just how the story turned out)
He sat and watched the different embers rise up and out of the fire. Thousands of words were burning, pictures of a happy time now passed curled in the brass bucket where the fire resided.
He regretted the past few months with a passion. The pain the agony.
The months of wandering if this was the right thing to do or not. But he was done now.
It was her turn to regret it. Regret the few months of what she did to him. Regret the loaded gun he now held in his hands. She would regret it.
Wouldn’t she?
Monday, June 14, 2010
A Good Nights Sleep
So you know how older people don't like kids playing there music loud? Well this old man decided to do some thing about it. There is no actual violence.
It hadn’t been an easy night for sleeping. The old man walked through the house grouchy and irritated. There had been a constant pounding through out the night. As well as yelling and cars reving up. This had been the third damn night that these kids had kept him up. He was sick of it.
I hate kids he thought to him self as he walked to a closet at the end of the hallway This should get them to stop.
He picked up the shotgun in the corner of the dark closet.
Tonight would be a good nights sleep.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
It hadn’t been an easy night for sleeping. The old man walked through the house grouchy and irritated. There had been a constant pounding through out the night. As well as yelling and cars reving up. This had been the third damn night that these kids had kept him up. He was sick of it.
I hate kids he thought to him self as he walked to a closet at the end of the hallway This should get them to stop.
He picked up the shotgun in the corner of the dark closet.
Tonight would be a good nights sleep.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Welcome
So this is going to be where I post all of my drabble stories. What is a drabble you ask? It is a work written in just 100 words. No more no less. I was turned on to this form of writeing due to the author Jake Bible. (http://www.jakebible.com/) This is an easy writting style for for me and I enjoy it.
But enough with that! Here is my first drabble: Blood Boy
“48...huff…49...huff…50...huff…51...”
“Hey big guy! Want some food?” The man previously counting turned his head to look at who called. There stood a little boy the newest rescue from earlier. Short, blond, no older than seven.
“Sure kid what cha’ got?” He smirked dropping from the place he was doing pull ups.
“O positive and AB negative.” The kid replied holding up 2 bags of blood.
“Hum... O positive.”
“No problem.” The kid threw him one bag and ripped the top off the other and drinking it down as quickly as he could, blood was smeared across his lips and shirt.
But enough with that! Here is my first drabble: Blood Boy
“48...huff…49...huff…50...huff…51...”
“Hey big guy! Want some food?” The man previously counting turned his head to look at who called. There stood a little boy the newest rescue from earlier. Short, blond, no older than seven.
“Sure kid what cha’ got?” He smirked dropping from the place he was doing pull ups.
“O positive and AB negative.” The kid replied holding up 2 bags of blood.
“Hum... O positive.”
“No problem.” The kid threw him one bag and ripped the top off the other and drinking it down as quickly as he could, blood was smeared across his lips and shirt.
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