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Drabble Challenge #1 @hollandroos

Part 1

(Some say exactly 100 words for drabbles, this can vary)

Suspense/ Triller (Nancy Oglesby for 22/06/24)

“You can’t leave- not yet.”

The wind blows violently as rain patters heavily against the half-open door. Thunder fulminates just as angrily.

"You can't." Lily says again, with a near whisper.

"Why not?" Adrian responds indignantly, "Why the hell not? You've been ignoring me all night!"

"I have not." Lily tries again, still quietly like she barely believes it herself.

"Half ignoring. Same thing. What's up with you and those girls? You're the one who asked me to come."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore; just come back in. Stay. Please. Don't go yet."

Adrian relents. He's always been soft-hearted, maybe too soft, as his mom would say.

"Okay." he replies.

Lily drags him gently by the arm. The door bangs shut.

Image from Medium

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Story starter #3

It all started with a game of Monopoly.

 There wasn't a pixie or villian in sight.

 Sarah and Ava wanted to play.

 It was the first day of their holiday.

Sat around the board we picked our pieces,

 and rolled the dice to see who would begin.

 Sam yelled one and Jackson two,

as the dice rolled his way. 

That totalled 3, so Sam would likely go last. 

Next, it was Ava's turn. 

With a soft blow, she set the dice off.

A six then a five, that made eleven.

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Story Starter #1

"You're leaving me with a dragon? I thought you were judgy about people. And, good at your job!" 

The boy was small for his age, but spoke with confidence few could muster, especially after his situation. His red cap shot up slightly while he spoke. Reven smiled. She liked to see children spunky, particularly the ones under her care. Bending down to look him in the eyes, she spoke calmly.

"Two dragons actually. And of course I'm judgemental about people, especially potential parental figures but Lily and Goldie are wonderful. I think you'll like them. In the past they adopted 3 mostly human children who are grown now. They currently have 2 other foster children: Ziri and Emily. Plus, an adopted baby dragon named Kaida. She’s so cute!”

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$10 Adoptable Slugterra inspired/based oc art

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A Small Peep

A Small Peep. That’s what my mother used to say. A small peep. My earliest memory of this is probably when I was five. It was my birthday. I remember because of the party hats: mine pink, her’s purple. I was so excited to open my present which she had wrapped with the large leaves outside our house. I begged and begged and eventually we compromised with her saying I could have “a small peep”. I don’t even remember what I saw or what the present was revealed to be but I remember the moment, I remember it well.

 Another instance I remember well was Christmas before I turned 8, my first visit to The Peep. She said she had a surprise for me and, covering my eyes with a cloth she found laying around, she led me there. After what genuinely seemed like forever to 7 year old me, she let go of my hand and verbally confirmed we had arrived. I hadn’t seen it, but I heard it and smelled it too. As we ventured beyond the usual meadows and fields the tractor sounds had grown more and more distant as had the sounds of the village children playing soccer. For a moment, I basked in this previously unknown sensational feeling of anticipation. A chuckle brought me back to earth. Then, my mother spoke, “Exciting isn’t it? It’s time to open your eyes now, don’t you think? Just a small peep.”

Sigh.

The last time she said ‘a small peep’ was in her last moments. She was lying on her bed, head perched on a pillow. On her bed was a pure white bedsheet, and said pillow, of which she claimed had previously been white as well, but it looked more like brownish yellow if anything. Unsurprising, considering the bed had been there since prior to the War. 

She was motionless, seemingly saving all her strength for speech. Very bluntly, she abruptly stated “I’ll be dead very soon and I know it’ll devastate you. (pause, she slowed) But remember, even in the worst of times there’s always goodness, at least a small peek, always. I love you so much Ollie.” And shortly later, she died.

It was like a movie her friends had said. 

That’s one thing I wish I got to try from the days before: movies and tv shows. It was also one of the first things I properly discussed with Sam. But I’m getting ahead, so here’s a little rewind.

The Hybrid War 

The first few months after her passing were particularly devastating. How much I wanted her alive constantly lingered in my mind. It still does, just less. Expectantly, my aunt took over taking care of me.

 She was always a busy woman and she never wanted kids of her own. But she tried, she really did. We often made dinner together, gardened together and even went on long walks together sometimes. But I always avoided the Small Peak.