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Post by amlin on Sept 29, 2013 15:59:44 GMT -8
CONTEST ENTRY~ amias grey ~
IMPORTANT THINGS Age: 209 Race: Water Demon Occupation: Gang Member > Student Appearance of: Judal from Magi Special: Flight, Control of Water/Ice, Absorbs Magic
OTHER Completed Drabbles: 2/50 Favorite Drabble: None so far Application: Here 1. | Dice | 2. | Fireflies | 3. | Blood | 4. | Sea | 5. | Glass | 6. | Boil | 7. | Machine | 8. | Fantasy | 9. | Dog | 10. | Lust | 11. | Titan | 12. | Free | 13 | Electrify | 14. | Regret | 15. | Children | 16. | City | 17. | Waste | 18. | Smile | 19. | Shackles | 20. | Lights | 21. | Song | 22. | Holiday | 23 | Villain | 24. | Hero | 25. | Fly | 26. | Tease | 27. | Touch | 28. | Hide | 29. | Night | 30. | Naive | 31. | Animal | 32. | Hush | 33. | Soon | 34. | Still | 35. | Friend | 36. | Close | 37. | Together | 38. | Fight | 39. | Mask | 40. | Clean | 41. | Stars | 42. | Panic | 43. | The End | 44. | Text | 45. | Return | 46. | Magical girls | 47. | Gundams | 48. | Bishounen | 49. | Tentacles | 50. | Writer's Choice |
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Post by amlin on Sept 29, 2013 16:26:18 GMT -8
01. DICE always worrying too much about your appearance, almost as though you’re facing your enemy. Cold. Hard. Fear. The emotions that ran through him. Running feet. The chill of stone and gravel beneath him. The shouts and hollers of an out of breath man as he chased a young boy. A kid. Young and short that looked six. Long black hair and red eyes.
What was this? What was going on? It was a game. A game of chance. Roll the dice. Take your chances. See what happened.
The young male wasn't as young as he appeared. Granted, for his race, he was still pretty young. Six? No. More like sixty. Why did he look so young? He didn't know. But this was his life. The life of one who lived on the streets. Who took their chances. Who stole from stores and took what they could. Rob the bakeries. Run as butchers chased after you, waving large knives that they used to carve the deer and other animals.
He stumbled along the hard cold ground. No shoes. Dirty ragged clothes that didn't keep you very warm. A loaf of freshly baked bread under one arm, a lump of meat in the other. This was his life. For thirty years, he had been all alone. Why? He didn't know. "Get back here you damn brat!" the shop owner yelled, chasing after him. Amias laughed as he ran through the streets. "You're too slow, old man!" he yelled. It didn't take long for him to get away. It never did. He seemed to be faster than most people. That didn't mean he wasn't out of breath though. He collapsed to the ground breathing heavily, dropping the food to his sides. The thrill of the chase was always exciting. "Damn brat!" What was this? He hadn't escaped. His eyes widened and he turned around just as a hard kick came at his stomach. The young male fell to the ground again with a silent cry, his breath knocked out of him. He curled up and laid there as the man rang blows upon him... But suddenly it stopped. An eye peeked open. The shop owner was on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in his throat... He looked up at a hand that was offered to him from another young male. Right. This was just a game of dice. ✿three eighty-three words woo first drabble! notes |
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Post by amlin on Sept 29, 2013 16:49:40 GMT -8
02. FIREFLIES always worrying too much about your appearance, almost as though you’re facing your enemy. It had been twenty years since he had first met his best friend. The man who saved him from the streets -- technically -- and gave him a home. Liet. The leader of the gang. He had saved him. Revealed so much to him about himself. Why did he look so young when he was older than most people? He was a Demon. A spawn of hell. And he liked it. He walked the dark streets of the town, hardly a lantern or anything to light the way. He smirked. Never did he smile. He liked the dark. It gave him a peace of mind and time to think. Though he seldom did any important thinking. What was there to think about? He spent his life with his gang. Robbing, killing, scaring those with and without power. The thrill of the chase. His attention was caught though by a light up ahead. It was small, and it kept flickering. Then it stopped. He wasn't walking now, staring ahead with a bit of a curious look. What was that? Slowly he started forward again, and then came to a halt as it flickered once more. Then another one joined it. A third. Fourth. Fifth. Then all dark again. Ever curious to learn more, the young demon quickly headed to the source. He stopped in the center of the source. Were they bugs? Several flickered here and there, then stopped as others did. Why did they keep lighting up? What were they? He didn't understand. He reached out for one as it lit up, but it flew out of his reach. No. No don't go away. You're beautiful. He thought as he reached up for it, wanting to touch it, wanting to become close to this beautiful, glowing thing. And then his feet were off the ground. He was floating. Floating just like the fireflies. ✿three sixteen words woo second drabble! notes |
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