Drabbles
Drabbles written at and after a NaNo meeting in November.The girls gave me the words and I managed to dash it off in ten minutes. Here's what it looks like.
A snowball hits Orlando in the side of the head. He turns around, brushing snow from his bare scalp, but all he sees is the white starting to cover the trees. He shakes his head, snow running down his neck to melt in his collar. While he's not looking, a body slams into him from behind and cold damp hands are on his skin.
Orlando can feel Elijah's smile on his neck, tongue darting out to taste the snow on his ear. Elijah laughs, breath in puffs and Orlando tips him off to land splayed in the inch deep, still falling snow.
Then, I got bored and a little inspired on the way to my grandmother's house for dinner and came up with this one.
There's desperation in her eyes as her body convulses and arcs of blood paint the room in streaks of red. Nick's chasing down the killer and Greg kneels beside her, hands hovering because he doesn't know what to do. They never covered finding the killer stabbing the victim in any of his training and he's not sure if first aid will help her or kill her.
Her hand flutters up and he takes it automatically. His hand is shaking almost as much as hers, then she gasps, gurgles and her eyes roll up, leaving Greg holding her hand as her pulse fades away.
A snowball hits Orlando in the side of the head. He turns around, brushing snow from his bare scalp, but all he sees is the white starting to cover the trees. He shakes his head, snow running down his neck to melt in his collar. While he's not looking, a body slams into him from behind and cold damp hands are on his skin.
Orlando can feel Elijah's smile on his neck, tongue darting out to taste the snow on his ear. Elijah laughs, breath in puffs and Orlando tips him off to land splayed in the inch deep, still falling snow.
Then, I got bored and a little inspired on the way to my grandmother's house for dinner and came up with this one.
There's desperation in her eyes as her body convulses and arcs of blood paint the room in streaks of red. Nick's chasing down the killer and Greg kneels beside her, hands hovering because he doesn't know what to do. They never covered finding the killer stabbing the victim in any of his training and he's not sure if first aid will help her or kill her.
Her hand flutters up and he takes it automatically. His hand is shaking almost as much as hers, then she gasps, gurgles and her eyes roll up, leaving Greg holding her hand as her pulse fades away.