House Drabble - Roar

[antiquixotic]

5. Roar
Fresh wounds opened up across his fingers, his hands, his wrists as he tore at the concrete slab, fingerpainting bright streaks of red in the gravel dust. He ignored the roaring in his ears as the shattered building around them settled yet again, tighter and closer still, like the closing of a mouth.

“Get out,” said the man half buried

Comments

[srsly_yes]

Gorgeous drabble. So much is said in so little. It has me completely under it's spell.

fingerpainting bright streaks of red in the gravel dust. Wow! What a powerful visual.

[antiquixotic]

Woo! I'm very glad you liked it. Thanks!

[lifes_own_light]

Very well done. As someone who struggles with wordiness, I'm always impressed with people who can drabble (Can I use that as a verb? Oh, well, I am anyway.) effectively. Your drabble is powerful. Kudos.

[antiquixotic]

Thanks so much! I had to poke this ficlet several times to get it down to the right number of words, so I'm glad it worked well. :-)

[rslhilson]

Totally floored by how powerful this was - and even more impressed that you fit so much into a drabble. I'd actually love to read an expanded fic of this, but it's really incredible as is.

[antiquixotic]

Woo! I'm so glad you liked it. Thanks!

[damigella_314]

Impressive. And yes, this could be a much longer story... but it doesn't need to. Hundred words are enough.
[Shameful confession: my first thought was "Oh, that's wrong! House would look for something to use as a lever." It appears I did learn some physics, despite my best efforts not to.]

[antiquixotic]

LOL I'm sure he would have, if not for drabble constraints. I'm very glad you liked it. :-)

[sydpenguinbunny]

Oh damn :( Save him!!! <3

[antiquixotic]

lol That's the problem with drabbles; not enough room for endings.