The Third Original Fiction Drabble-thon!

[thegalecity]

Hello hello hello, everyone! Becky/ruffwriter again. Since I know a lot of us resolved to write more for the new year, what do you say we get warmed up with another round of the Drabble-thon? The idea of this is to write something, anything at all, with your own original characters

Comments

[ruffwriter]

Write about a humid afternoon.

[seta_suzume]

"If I had a straw, I think I could drink straight from the air," Ofika ran her hand back over her forehead, holding her heavy bangs away from her skin. If only Osesa had been able to do something about them when she had cut off nearly half of her long hair back at Otsuta. Her hair had never felt so frustratingly hot before. She assumed it had something to do with the humidity. "Is it always as stuffy and sticky as this on the south end of the Lake of Reeds

[ivory_and_horn]

Interesting little slice of life. :)

[ruffwriter]

Jumping rope.

[noelleno]

A jump rope competition.

[seta_suzume]

"From Ricci to Alzhantan and there's still more

[noelleno]

THIS IS SO CUTE LMFAO. I can just picture it. Keles taking this very srsly and Kimmo just derping around hahaha.

[ruffwriter]

Write about playing the hero, and all the ways it can backfire.

[ruffwriter]

The blue ribbon hanging on the dresser.

[ivory_and_horn]

I let Jake do all the talking as I looked around. I could hear him drilling the parents for info in that way he had of looking completely and utterly concerned while being about as stubborn as a terrier who's scented a rat. I didn't have the patience or the disposition for it, which was why I thanked whoever was listening for sending Jake my way for the umpteenth time. With any luck, I'd never have to interrogate client again

[ruffwriter]

Oh man, this is right up my alley like you wouldn't believe. ♥ I'd read a story about these two in a second.

[ivory_and_horn]

Haha, thanks.

[ruffwriter]

"I'm not sure telling you would help any."

[noelleno]

If it broke her heart, Lady Lambiani gave no indication to the outside world. Obediently silent, she sat and listened to the half-argument her husband engaged the doctor in. She could say that getting angry would not magically change the truth, but Michele needed to get it out. If he didn't, then that rage and frustration would faster and later be unleashed on his family. This was fine. The gentleman doctor was trained for such reactions, though he seemed much more indulgent, given the fact that his patient's father could have him struck by lightning on the way out.

Michele huffed in a hasty attempt to calm down. It didn't work. "Then. Then how long has this been-?"

A sigh. The doctor shook his head and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I'm not sure telling you would help any, sir. The fact is, your boy needs to go to the hospital for treatment. Your dated home remedies won't do much good at this point

[ruffwriter]

AWWWW. D: You actually made me feel sorry for Daddy Lambiani! That takes talent, man.

[noelleno]

HE HAS A HEART
kind of

a little...