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Topic Started: Apr 4 2011, 02:13 PM (223 Views)
Tessel
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So, this is a game that I either made up or saw somewhere, I can't quite remember :P But the basic idea is this: Someone gives a prompt, and the replier writes a drabble (exactly 100 words) a short story, or a poem in response to that.

So, the prompt is:

Books can suck you in and never let you go.r

And then I write a little bit about that, like so:


Books are a passion of mine. I can’t remember a time in which my room was not filled with books scattered haphazardly around the room. Over the years my interest in books grew and changed. The darker, more horrific novels started to appeal to me, and I devoured them all greedily.

I collected them by the dozen. Book after book arrived into my room, and after about a year, my entire room was filled with stacks and stacks of books everywhere, leaving only a narrow path to navigate between them.

But this book, this one book, this was the jewel of my collection. It had a velvety black cover, with silver letters that looked like they’d come straight from the Middle Ages.

I stroked the spine in adoration, and opened it slowly. The pages inside were the colour of yellowed teeth, and I shivered in anticipation.

“The Book of Devouring” I read aloud, before turning the next page.

I started reading the book, taking my time, and savouring each word as my eyes flew over the dark ink.

There are rumours of a book so terrible that none can read it.
It is said to lure it’s readers by changing it’s appearance to appeal to their inner desires.
The rumours of this book are few and far between, but have been persistent over the ages.
It is said to have a taste for human flesh, and human flesh only.
But what is said most often about this book, is that no one survives reading it.
Not one man has ever bragged about having read this book, for it will surely kill you, when you reach the seventh sentence.
I’m hungry-

The book fell to the ground with a thump.
And then I give the next prompt (can be anything from a word to a few sentences:
Icy water

Make it so!

Tessel

P.S The story doesn't have to be as long as the one I wrote. I got carried away, and it simply didn't fit into a 100 words, which is the amount of words of a drabble.
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Icy Water

We had to escape, the flames were growing ever closer, the heat radiating from them already unbearable on our faces.
"We will have to jump!" came a voice behind me. I stood like a statue, too entranced by the dancing flames to concentrate on the voice.
"Are you listening? we have to jump! NOW!" the voice boomed again before a hand shot forward and pulled me backwards,away from the flames and the warmth. We plummeted off the pier and into the black churning sea. The water took my breath away, it seemed to clasp my heart and lungs in an icy embrace. Water surged into my mouth and i tried in vain to rach the surface. Suddenly the same hand which had pulled me into the black depths pulled me to the surface. I coughed and spluttered, trying to get my breath back. But as soon as i had recovered from swallowing the water the icy cold water shocked me again. It seemed to freeze my blood in my veins and everything seemed to be made of ice. I gasped and started to tremble, shaking uncontrolably as my body grew colder and colder. I looked up at the pier, the flames seemed even more inviting now. I tried to pretend i was still up on the pier, feeling the immense heat on my body, instead i was stuck in the sea growing colder and colder and wondering what had happened. How had i got here? what had happened? why was there fire? and why was i so cold? the questions remained unspoken as i trembeled violently.
"Come on, we need to get to shore" the voice said. I looked in the direction of land, but the darkness had swallowed it all and all i could see was an expanse of icy water, ready to take me down.


Prompt : A storm
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(Kate, that's brilliant! :) )
The storm tugged at me mercilessly as I battled against the winds. I could see no more than a few yards in front of me, and everything around me was gray and wet. I stumbled, and righted myself again. It was harder than last time.
A light suddenly appeared in my vision, seemingly far away, and yet so tantalizingly close…
With the last of my dwindling strength I struggled forward again. The pack on my back chafed at my shoulders, and my weary body pleaded with me to give in, to go to sleep.

A step. Then another. I didn’t count the steps, merely accepting each one as another step.
The light came closer with each of my weary steps, and I imagined I could already feel the warmth of a roaring hearthfire, and my hands wrapped around a hot mug of tea.

I had stopped walking. The effort to start again was greater than I had the will to overcome.
A voice called out to me. I recognized it, and I loved it’s owner.

I took another step. And another. I kept walking.

Welcoming hands reached out to me, and I was hauled into the warmth of the house. I was wrapped in a blanket. Curling up against the person who had called out to me, I smiled.

Home.

Prompt:
My thief.
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(No idea where this came from...)
Their day so far had been fairly quiet. The entire office had gotten into a rhythm of typing, taking phone calls and grabbing a nice –disgusting – cup of coffee with a quiet air of ease that only comes from being stuck inside when the weather is perfect. She had been gagging on a sip of battery acid when she heard her name being called from over the cubicles.

“Hey Krista.” She peaked up to see her – unadmittedly – hunky co-worker/new boyfriend smiling at her from the other side. “Can you come here for a sec?” More out of curiosity than anything she stood from her desk, placing the cup down just to be safe, and made her way across the cubicles to where he sat. Actually, she also found another one of her colleagues leaning up against hunky boyfriend’s desk with a mischievous smirk on his face. He watched her with his arms folded while she returned his once-over with a nervous gaze.

“What are you two up to?” He raised his hands in innocence. “Derek…” She glared at him leaning back in his chair.

“Nothing bad, I promise. We just needed you for a bit of an experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?” She sat back in her hip as she leaned against the frame of his “office”.

“I want to propose to Jenny but I have no idea how to go about it-”

“So he asked me-”

“The one experienced in proposals?” She teased, pretending not to be anxious about what exactly they needed her for. He, however, scrunched his nose in mock dissatisfaction and continued.

“to help him figure out how to sweep a girl off her feet.” Then it clicked.

“So I’m the girl you’re going to practice sweeping?” She wasn’t excited – of course she wasn’t excited – why would she be excited?

“Exactly.” Derek slapped his knees as he rose to his feet only to get to his knees a moment later. The look in his made her breath catch in her throat. She barely registered when he grabbed her hands and held them, stroking the tops of her hands gently. He cleared his throat, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Sweep away.” She whispered, feeling the world fall away. He was silent for a moment before he his eyes softened and he spoke.

“Krista, we’ve been working together for four years now-”

“Four very long years.” She chuckled.

He joined her. "Categorize them how you will, but suffice it to say, they've happened. And they've been the most amazing four long years of my life. We’ve worked side by side and you’ve taught me so much about life and love. You keep me so grounded and you’ve shown me that people can be real no matter how hard life gets."

"I can't imagine a better place to be, or a better woman to be with. God, Krista, every day with you is magical, wonderful, spectacular. Yours is the only face I want to see when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I want to wake up with you every day, make you breakfast, fight over who should drive to work, and secretly not care when you win every time." God, his eyes were mesmerizing. When had she become so lost in them? I want to spend summers with you at the beach and winters here at the office, knee deep in paperwork, working until we fall asleep on the break room couch together. I want to be there those nights when all we do is hold each other. I want to be the shoulder for you to cry on, laugh at, smack, kiss, hug—I want to be your everything and always."

Was that a tear? Was she crying? He reached up and brushed a tear from her cheek.

"I want to make you smile when you cry. I want to make you laugh at night, laugh so hard that the evils of the world just fall away." She felt herself smile. "I want to lay with you, watching old movies, my hand on your stomach, swollen with our child. I want to be afraid of your mood swings and the recipient of your hormones. I want to sit behind you, telling you how proud I am while you scream that you'll never let me touch you again. I want to hold our baby with you, pressing kisses to your cheek while I try not to cry because I'm so damn happy." She was really crying now but she couldn't reach up, because she was holding onto his hands so tightly. "I want to grow old with you, Krista Benet. I want to watch our children graduate, spend hours lamenting how I'm not old enough to walk our first daughter down the aisle, how I'm not old enough to be a grandpa. I want to pull you close every night and tell you how much I love you, because I'll never stop. You have stolen my heart, and my body and my soul. I am yours forever and always.” He released one of her hands in favour of reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box.

"So will you, Krista Benet, become my wife, forever and always?"

"Yes." She whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

They stared at each other. What had she said? He was lifting her hand. Why was he lifting her hand? Oh my, he was slipping the ring onto her finger. And now his face was right in front of hers, and there were still tears on her cheeks, but they were both smiling like crazy. Then his lips were on hers, soft and gentle, his hands cradling her face. She brought hers up to press against his on her cheeks, the diamond sitting heavily on her finger.

Someone coughed and Derek slowly broke away from her and together they looked over at their co-worker. Oh, God, had the whole office really been watching that? Hell, had she just said she would marry her barely boyfriend?

"Uh, I'm…um, you’re going to want this back aren’t you?" Krista stared down, admiring the ring one last time before she slipped it off her finger and stuck it in his face.

Her co-worker simply shook his head. “Uh, wow, Derek, that was…that was one hell of a proposal. But Krista, I don’t need that ring back."

“What do you mean?” She looked between the two men – both with matching smirks and suddenly became very anxious. “Derek, what’s going on?”

“Well…” He ducked his head, standing beside his friend. “Adam sort of proposed to Jenny last week.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” She hated when she missed out on office gossip. That’s when it kicked in… oh crap.

“Does that mean that…” She turned to look completely at Derek who offered her a lopsided smile – the kind that stopped her heart. Before she realized it, he had grabbed the ring from her hand and slipped the ring back on her finger. She stared down at her hand again, with a new admiration.

“You know…” She smiled up at him after a moment. “You’ve stolen a few of my things as well.”

“Yeah?” She nodded, taking a step closer to him. “And what would they be?”

“My body, my heart; my breath.”

Prompt: Sea Monkies
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