January - Drabbles
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annwfyn and her drabbles on the challenge so here are mine, mostly written mid fever so I apologise in advance for them all.
Dawnie hugged at her familiar as she dozed off at her books. She had stayed up late reading while people were gathered downstairs and her dreams took her to interesting places.
She was at the tower, an angel held her as it sang a song she recognised and didn’t understand. Time stood still and yet she moved through the ages as magic worked round her. She looked at the angel and it spoke “Welcome Dawnbringer, I shall reveal to you that which you should know, your destiny” she held her breath, waiting. A sharp knock at the door woke her.
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Life. It had been destroyed when she was 12. And again at 16. At 21 it had been literally taken from her.
And now she sat in a different temple, the life she had made for herself crumbling around her. She doubted that they even knew the harm they did, and even if she told them, they wouldn’t care, but they had destroyed her family in pursuit of their own. Now even if asked she wouldn’t join something that was that destructive, it would pull her off her path and she would not risk the one thing she had left
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She kissed Genevieve good night, today was a good day. The Ridden Swat team were gone. Killed by the protectorate. But today carried too much death.
She went to the living room and poured a glass of wine for herself. She took the album off the book shelf and open the pages looking at the smiling faces. 4 years ago today her life had changed and now it felt more like 40. She imagined her father fighting to protect her mother, how much of a fight her brother had put up. She closed the album. “to Death wolf” She whispered
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It was dark here. Nothing. A void. Except....a small light? She moved through the dreamscape till she came across it. A candle. gasping, desperate, trying to stay alight in the emptiness. She looked at it and pondered hope. She thought about the dream, the what if, the way she had wanted her life to be. She contemplated if it was what was left of her dreams, she had thought they had all gone. As she studied it, it lived a little more, with each remembrance the shadows were pushed away. Enough she thought. She leaned in extinguishing the flame.
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This wasn’t her perfect kitchen. Her perfect kitchen did not have several scared hobs living on the shelves, it had clean surfaces and modern equipment and a waffle iron. It was the one thing she wanted most of all, the ability to make waffles with the least amount of effort and fuss. She had liked the one she had been given and been unsurprised when it had been thrown away in the insanity that surrounded her. One day she would have it though and it would sit in pride of place next to Earl, the hob that makes the tea.
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She left Kevin at the hedge gate and walked to the car. She slid into the seats and the words echoed round her head, no circumstance, no reason, no matter. Mac had done that, Mac had failed to see how hard she tried. She reached for a piece of paper and a pen, over and again she tried to find the words. she settled for; Sister, the first is an option, I was wrong, it is that bad. She folded it and placed it onto a seat next to her. Then she started another letter. She couldn’t be alone now.
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They are all crazy, she thought, what have I got myself into and poor B, crazy men trying to grab her. She hugged her knees, why promise Anna, what was it that made her do that, how could she help, she knew nothing, absolutely nothing. They were just crazy and here she was becoming just as crazy, talking to herself, trying to figure out kings and games and what had she meant that her words had been apt, it wasn’t a game, nothing that seemed that serious could be a game. She should Stop, think, but her thoughts just circled.
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He had sent flowers, and an apology. He was always so thoughtful.
Mia, Sorry, Had to Leave, business, June 25th is perfect, Love you.
She smiled as she breathed in the scent of them. Two dozen red roses. The date for the wedding was now set. She could book the reception tomorrow, find a dress, flowers. The list was endless.
She had found her father, that was done with, no need to think about it now, he was obviously not going to be part of her life. All she needed to do now was enjoy the rest of her life.
annwfyn and her drabbles on the challenge so here are mine, mostly written mid fever so I apologise in advance for them all.Dawnie hugged at her familiar as she dozed off at her books. She had stayed up late reading while people were gathered downstairs and her dreams took her to interesting places.
She was at the tower, an angel held her as it sang a song she recognised and didn’t understand. Time stood still and yet she moved through the ages as magic worked round her. She looked at the angel and it spoke “Welcome Dawnbringer, I shall reveal to you that which you should know, your destiny” she held her breath, waiting. A sharp knock at the door woke her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Life. It had been destroyed when she was 12. And again at 16. At 21 it had been literally taken from her.
And now she sat in a different temple, the life she had made for herself crumbling around her. She doubted that they even knew the harm they did, and even if she told them, they wouldn’t care, but they had destroyed her family in pursuit of their own. Now even if asked she wouldn’t join something that was that destructive, it would pull her off her path and she would not risk the one thing she had left
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She kissed Genevieve good night, today was a good day. The Ridden Swat team were gone. Killed by the protectorate. But today carried too much death.
She went to the living room and poured a glass of wine for herself. She took the album off the book shelf and open the pages looking at the smiling faces. 4 years ago today her life had changed and now it felt more like 40. She imagined her father fighting to protect her mother, how much of a fight her brother had put up. She closed the album. “to Death wolf” She whispered
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark here. Nothing. A void. Except....a small light? She moved through the dreamscape till she came across it. A candle. gasping, desperate, trying to stay alight in the emptiness. She looked at it and pondered hope. She thought about the dream, the what if, the way she had wanted her life to be. She contemplated if it was what was left of her dreams, she had thought they had all gone. As she studied it, it lived a little more, with each remembrance the shadows were pushed away. Enough she thought. She leaned in extinguishing the flame.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This wasn’t her perfect kitchen. Her perfect kitchen did not have several scared hobs living on the shelves, it had clean surfaces and modern equipment and a waffle iron. It was the one thing she wanted most of all, the ability to make waffles with the least amount of effort and fuss. She had liked the one she had been given and been unsurprised when it had been thrown away in the insanity that surrounded her. One day she would have it though and it would sit in pride of place next to Earl, the hob that makes the tea.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She left Kevin at the hedge gate and walked to the car. She slid into the seats and the words echoed round her head, no circumstance, no reason, no matter. Mac had done that, Mac had failed to see how hard she tried. She reached for a piece of paper and a pen, over and again she tried to find the words. she settled for; Sister, the first is an option, I was wrong, it is that bad. She folded it and placed it onto a seat next to her. Then she started another letter. She couldn’t be alone now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They are all crazy, she thought, what have I got myself into and poor B, crazy men trying to grab her. She hugged her knees, why promise Anna, what was it that made her do that, how could she help, she knew nothing, absolutely nothing. They were just crazy and here she was becoming just as crazy, talking to herself, trying to figure out kings and games and what had she meant that her words had been apt, it wasn’t a game, nothing that seemed that serious could be a game. She should Stop, think, but her thoughts just circled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He had sent flowers, and an apology. He was always so thoughtful.
Mia, Sorry, Had to Leave, business, June 25th is perfect, Love you.
She smiled as she breathed in the scent of them. Two dozen red roses. The date for the wedding was now set. She could book the reception tomorrow, find a dress, flowers. The list was endless.
She had found her father, that was done with, no need to think about it now, he was obviously not going to be part of her life. All she needed to do now was enjoy the rest of her life.
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