Rainy Day
Today's Drabbly Babblers
Drabble #1:
She was asleep, her dreams a kaleidoscope of bronze and gold and white, vibrant with the intensity of the glare he always leveled at her. So wrong, the way she had missed his hateful gaze, but it froze her in the place she knew she was meant to be.
Dawn was breaking through the window of her small room, the light not the golden sunshine of previous days, but the muted greys of clouds heavy with promise.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Raindrops soon followed, hitting the glass, and in her slumber she smiled. Sensing. Knowing.
She would see him again today.
Drabble #2:
Rain splashed loudly against the world, pooling near gutters and trickling between cracks like dark, oily ribbon. Water swirled with gasoline into shimmering rainbows on the pavement. She felt sick, suffocated. The disappointment and ache resonated deep within her as she staggered, the smacking droplets washing away her bitterness into chilly numbness.
He was engaged.
Edward’s hair was jet black and dripping. His clothes clung to him as rivulets poured down his frame, streaming along the folds in his jeans.
He gripped her fallen umbrella at his side and spoke over the thunderous pattering, shortening her reprieve. “Bella, I’m sorry.”
He was engaged.
Edward’s hair was jet black and dripping. His clothes clung to him as rivulets poured down his frame, streaming along the folds in his jeans.
He gripped her fallen umbrella at his side and spoke over the thunderous pattering, shortening her reprieve. “Bella, I’m sorry.”
Drabble #3:
Sigh. "I miss the sun."
I laughed, tightening my arms around her. "So do I." Lowering my head, I stopped just an inch from her mouth, my gaze flickering between soft pink lips and lush, creamy brown eyes. "But you know what?" I whispered.
"What?" she asked, pushing herself closer, until the warmth of our lips - of our breaths mingling - blocked out the frigid air of the water that cascaded around us and I could think of nothing else but kissing her.
"You taste even better in the rain."
"Oh?"
"Yes," I answered, pressing my lips against hers.
I laughed, tightening my arms around her. "So do I." Lowering my head, I stopped just an inch from her mouth, my gaze flickering between soft pink lips and lush, creamy brown eyes. "But you know what?" I whispered.
"What?" she asked, pushing herself closer, until the warmth of our lips - of our breaths mingling - blocked out the frigid air of the water that cascaded around us and I could think of nothing else but kissing her.
"You taste even better in the rain."
"Oh?"
"Yes," I answered, pressing my lips against hers.
Drabble #4:
Jessica opens the door to rain.
“Figures.”
She grabs her umbrella and begins the walk to school.
The harsh wind picks up.
“Fuck.”
The umbrella breaks.
She walks to school, soaked and miserable.
The first thing she sees is them. His arm is around her; she is tucked into his jacket, and he holds a perfect, pretty umbrella over the both of them.
Mike stands by the door and gestures at Jessica.
Jessica looks back at them. She throws her umbrella at the girl's back. Edward Cullen catches it.
“You’re not the only one who hates the rain, you know!”
Think You Know That Drabbler?
lol well, i got caitlin right. but that's it.
ReplyDeleteI got them all right...what do I win? lol.
ReplyDeletei got caitlin and bittenbee right, and that was probably a fluke. i'm starting to suck at these. but they were all good :)
ReplyDeleteHoly crow! My first time, and I got them all correct! (It kind of helps that I beta one of the authors. hehe)
ReplyDeleteI suck at drabbles and am never writing one again...seriously, I just re-read it...wow.
ReplyDeleteI have new appreciation for people who can write something cohesive in 100 words.