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Theme for the week :

'I hate you'

This is my Drabble : "

"Stay away from me! You... you demon! You've already took light away from me!!! Stay Away! No... NO... NOOOOOOOO....." He took a Swiss knife out of his pouch and step towards her...


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"Oh My God! Someone call the ambulance!!!"

"Reporting to sir! We have another female victim! The victim's case is similar to the previous seven victims."

She was lying on the cement floor, both her hands are covering her ears, blood was still squirting on out of the sides of her heads. She was shivering, squirmed each time someone touches her and just kept mumbling, "I hate you…"

Word Count : 100 hehe ^^

All the best everyone!

Lance.

This was written in about 10 mins... and is mostly written only out of my own frustration, though the narrator is not me nor a reflection of me in any way. It's 100 words exactly Enjoy.

"I can’t say it out loud.
I shouldn’t even think it,
but without a doubt it’s true.

If only you weren't so pathetic.
I can’t say it out loud,
Because you’re so dependent
Always needy but never in need.

You hurt me in unforgivable ways,
And you still treat me the way you do?
I shouldn’t even think it,
But I’m glad that I do.

If I could only send you away,
But your squirming and struggling,
It’s so pathetic,
I just can’t leave you.

I can’t say it out loud
I shouldn’t even think it
but...

‘I Hate You’"

I wrote this with certain characters of mine in mind, but no matter, it fits a lot of things.

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It is a purple and orange goo mixed with a lot of flour. And it is stuck on my shirt, my jeans, and my face. And my hair, which goes down to my waist.

I can practically see my entire afternoon in the bathroom, and frustration bubbled. But when I saw his expression, I could not help but smile.

Well, considering that it was pepper, chilli, wasabi, bitter gourd and a whole lemon that I mixed into his coffee, I think I got off easy.

But some words had to be said.

"I hate you."

He grinned. "Love you too."

no matter what happens, it wont change what can never be undone. Tainted words forged from the hatred and immaturity of the people. Pointing the finger everywhere and anywhere without once looking face to face with the real reason for this injustice. Mirror, Mirror on the wall, but only when something good is to be said. Video games stand for violence!! yet War stands for Peace and Liberty? Piracy robs the wealthy while real crime robs us all, which would you prefer? For those who cant see beyond their pride, can't see beyond their faults, can't see beyond their hate, i will forever say...I hate you.

ok this is terrible but im at work and just threw any random thought or word together of things that kind of upset me.

Time for a change the Theme

The Theme this week is : "Key"

I'll post mine soon.

Lance.

I knew today would be a funny day. The kind of day that says, "You're going to not know how to feel when you try to fall
asleep tonight." Mostly, I knew this, because when I woke up, I woke up in a bathroom stall. I didn't fall asleep in
here the night before. It was an akward situation getting out of the stall, to find that there was blood all over the floor
and that I was also almost completely naked. A tie remained upon my neck. I examined the door. It was locked.

At first we believed that it was a complex system of locks that an eternity could never figure out, and yet we knew that for either side to win it would have to be unlocked. On closer inspection we realised that that it was just full of exaggerated designs and empty holes that held no purpose. Its elaborate decoration was merely to disguise two simple locks. We should have known that there would be a sense of irony involved in it’s unlocking. A creation, flawed and made in haste, is now the only key. Such a peculiar situation we’re in.

100 words exactly...

Great topic.



I loved it. It's funny in some strange way that isn't exactly dark but isn't the "normal" kind of humor either. And i like the jumps in time, how it's not narrated in the order in which the events happened.


Mine:

Finally what i had been looking for for the past eight days was between my fingers. It was a small key, about the size of one of those pink things you get at SubWay which give you a free meal when you collect eight of them, and it was shining in a strange dark-silver color. It was beautiful, to be honest. And i finally had it.

I proceeded to unlock the only door in the room that had been my home for all that time, and then i realized my grave error.

It was only the first of eighty-seven rooms.

Word count: 100

Sorry for the lateness, this is my entry for "Key" :

One day, a psychiatrist gave his patients a test. He used a fine white chalk and drew a round door with a knob on a wall, pretty much like a child's doodle. He gathered all his patients and asked, "Anyone who can open this door will be released straight away."

So everyone tried to open the door except for one. He shouted, "You can't open the door! Idiots!"

The psychiatrist was impressed, so he released the patient. But before the patient left, the psychiatrist asked him why he knew the answer?

The patient replied, "Because I have the key!!!"

Brill, although it would go better in teh joke thread. I enjoyed that quite a bit.

Thanks Gargravarr. Lol...

Time for another theme : "Everybody has secrets"

As usual, I'll send mine soon.

Lance.

Between two glaring eyes and an open window, I was stuck. I could stay and remain silently scorned by the glacial, piercing cold eyes, or I could simply jump out, and if I'm lucky fall for the full hundred something feet, splatter myself all over the sidewalk and die. Yes, I do some sick things. But so does she. I'm sure she has worse secrets than I. I'm sure the window does too. I'm sure the distance does too.

She remains silent. Ten minutes. Silence. ##### it. I'll jump.
The silence stopped and the slowed down, lowered pitch of the air currents met my perception. The fall was quite the lesser evil.














I might have gone a few words over the limit.

Excellent, Denim. Very-well-written, and i love the twisted/bleak atmosphere of the whole thing.

The wind again. I can hear it dancing the darkness of new moon and million stars away. I like the sound it makes through the dead leaves. Its a cold wind, not as cold as the black leather holster, and the polished mat black instrument of death it contains, pressed against naked skin.

I hate the sound of the safety clip going of, reminds me that I'm a predator. Like a footstep crushing a dry twig, reminding you that the shadows houses more than just you.

Its time. Senses honed, you move. The final strike, the last breath, only the wind disturbing the silence that follows...

Everyone has their secrets, so do you.

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OK, so I'm 13 words over the limit. Hope its worth it though...

My entry for "Everyone has secrets" :

"I know your secret..." She grinned.

"But, but... how does she know? I didn’t tell anyone! How?!" I asked myself.

"Tsk tsk, how could you do such a thing? Shame on you..." Behind her was the bed. She saw! After everything ended, I took his money and stabbed him. "You know you can’t hide from me." She Smirked.

"You...! SHUT UP! You don’t know anything!" I screamed and grabbed the knife and stab across her face.

She cracked and falls on the floor. But more of her just appeared. They just laugh and smirk while chanting, "We know your secret!"

100 words exact.

Lance.

New theme for the week : Kiss

As usual, I'll post my later =p

Lance.

You'd think an embrace would suffice as my benediction, but the girl went in for overkill. Jesus Christ. I don't deserve it, but for a moment, she makes me forget about vindicating my honor, about the heinous crime I had committed, about the feverish hate in the summer heat of a city far too bright for midnight. But at last, the juice kicks in, and pushing back, I say "Sorry, I'm a one girl guy," and run off. I wonder to myself how closely that statement related me to a common necrophiliac, and then shake off the rotten thought.

I heard the whisper of her breath, the faint rustle of a stray hair stirring... I watched her, only her features bathed in the faint moonlight battling its way through a crack in the curtains, illuminating only her... Its like she's surreal...
And when the sun rises, she wakes, a smile playing across her mouth... She knows that I love her...

"Morning you. So you've been awake again watching me huh??? Ha ha ha... I must do something right."

And then the kiss - one that makes the world transcend, and all else seem insignificant...

"I love you too you know."

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100 words exactly...

I will offer up this week's theme since Lance (Bartender) is not available for now. From now on, whenever an old theme has been up for a week, anyone can offer up a new one, alright?

"the world turns dark"

A cold but polite chill ran through my body announcing the oncoming, winter night. The frozen fragrance of the early night made up for the frigid lungs inside of me. A thin layer of snow covered the ground beneath my back, making me comfortable, carrying me, as I was slowly realizing, to the place where only dead could follow. A fading day was turning black in accordance with my eyes, in which the world was turning dark. Any further allusion of a sensation vanished imperceptibly as my hand twitched inadvertently for the last time.

The world turns dark daily.

Life’s light is ever fleeting against a tyrannical progression of thought. She knows. He knows. This world is not what it was. Those you pass by on the street sweetly smile, while sneering stealthily all the while. That little girl on whom parents dote, with lolly-pop in hand, doeth steal the hearts of all. Not for innocence ends, mind you. No. No. No.

Unlike archaic standards, wherein sweetness belies the sweetest motive, we must recognize the modern girl for what she is: a politician. Men are no different—fickle, yet charming to woo and slay alike.

Word count: 99

A bit abstract, but I hope the piece is generally effective for its purpose.

The next theme, since nobody is volunteering one up.

"Time flows around"

Theme: “Time Flows Around”

Smash the clocks, completely dismantle them. Stop the ticking sound, the metronome of your body. Cold and dead, the frames can no longer continue working. The pendulum has stopped swinging, the heart has stopped beating. What is left now but to move on to the next unsuspecting victim of time? Time ravishes all, it’s a deadly killer. The pounding heart is heard, the instrument of time. Tick, tock, your heart keeps track of what you cannot. A countdown till doom, a signal for time. It beats ever slower, inviting respite. Freed from prison, no longer ticking; it fulfilled it’s duty.


---100 words exactly. Well, that was my first drabble entry. This is actually quite a nice challenge...shame I never tried it earlier.

Since it’s been over a week (month more like) since a new theme has been offered, I guess I can give a new one?

“Restrained feelings”.

I guess I will give this a go!

It was the middle of day in Manhatten. The streets were bustling with cars and people. All could see what they wanted, nothing more. For there was a woman in the crosswalk, crumpled on the street. She was weeping, and screaming at the world simeltaneously. But nobody would take notice of the pain she finally let out, nor would they care. To them she was a mere obstacle, standing in their way of success.

But finally she screamed, "It would be gift, death. Come to me, and I'll greet you not with sadness, but with joy."

Her wish was granted.

Best I could do at the moment!

I see its been sometime since anyone has posted here but I think some activity would do this thread well. It seems more than fun so I will post a theme and a drabble.

This weeks theme is...

"It's all a dream"


The darkness withers through the cracks. Noocks and crannies give way, and the night swallows eveything like water from a broken dam. My legs so do sprint but the speed produced is but a chuckle to the nights rushing wall of ebb and flow. Behind me now is this wall of darkness and to my horizon is the light. Scraping for my exsistnence is stretches is long arms and rays to engulf me. The wall so bears upon me, it's dark, smooth, seductive liquid sufficating me. And when I awake it's all ok, because it was all just a dream.

It's All A Dream

Rules of engagement string together to
Diminish the fight,
Utopia seems so far and distant, an
Untouchable reality

Life and death begin to fall out of
Balance, the scale tips farther until
Time itself is stopped and
Nothing means anything

Dreams fade to dust and
Ashes fill the cracks, where
Hope used to reside but now is only
Reminiscent despair

Clinging to the falling dream, nothing ever
Changes, sleeping against the shattered base where
Death pulls even harder,
Dreams just disappear.

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Word Count: 81. ...Meh. Not the best poem, but I guess it serves its purpose. =).