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.

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?

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.
 
 

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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.