Showing posts with label drabble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drabble. Show all posts

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Buttons

He put his thoughts together in the same way he buttoned his shirt in the mornings before school, slowly from bottom to top. He knew the resistance existed. He knew people in the resistance went out at night. He knew Ingrid went out at night. He knew people in the resistance stole things and didn't like soldiers. He knew Ingrid stole books and called the green coats “bad guys.” He knew people in the resistance carried weapons. He knew Ingrid had a knife in her boot. He knew people in the resistance died.

And so he sat in the closet.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Drabble 25: Day in the Life 1

[A day in the life of Ingrid. Chronicling a day that falls in the middle of the novel. Or trying to anyway.]

Day Break: Ingrid's been up for an hour. She has "tidied" the apartment and copied important passages out of "The Creatures of The Forest" and hidden both the copies and the book under her mattress. Before breakfast, she will copy a poem, work on a speech to rally the troops, and make a batch of ink.

Breakfast time: Ingrid makes coffee for herself and burnt toast for Liam. [If there's bread.] She drinks her coffee, gets dressed, checks Liam's  homework, packs Liam a lunch of something, and walks him to school before heading into work.

Mid-morning: At work, she is told to staple packets of paper proclaiming "The Requirements for Owning Property" together. She realizes that the staples fail at holding together so many sheet of paper. She asks if she can use paperclips. After a yelling match, Ingrid is even a bigger stapler. The stapler works, but the pressure required hurts her already taxed right hand. She forces herself to learn to do with her left and is yelled at again for being too slow.

Lunch time: Ingrid is allowed to leave for lunch. Instead, she sneaks into the break room, steals a stale donut and a cup of coffee, and hurries to the fire escape just outside the break room's window. She eats the donut, drinks the coffee, and stacks the paper cup on top of eight other paper cups, all of which have accumulated because previous lunch breaks. 

Mid-afternoon: Ingrid falls asleep while coping "The New Curfew Regulations". She spills ink all over the good stationary and the hem of her right sleeve. She is yelled at and forced to stay late.

Dinner time: Ingrid misses dinner and the beginning of the secret meeting at the old farmhouse. She heads home to find Liam huddling in the closet. She tells him that she will always come home eventually, even though it tastes like a lie, and then heads out the door again to catch the end of the meeting.

Early evening: Ingrid narrowly misses running into Soldier on her way to the farmhouse. She is forced to run and duck behind a tree. By some fortune of luck, she doesn't have asthma attack. She precedes to the meeting. Once there, she is told that they have a new member. Surprised, but undaunted, she interviews the new recruit.

Bed time: Ingrid is further pushed off schedule because of the new recruit. She arrives too late to tuck Liam in. She drinks a cup of tea and eats a piece of fruit she picked from a tree on the way home. [What kind of fruit does Ing's world have?] She picks up her other bag, throws in the copies of "The Creatures of The Forest", and heads back into the night.

Midnight: Ingrid has been to Eudora's apartment, James's Orchard, and Tristin's cabin. She's exchange her copies of "The Creatures" for Eudora's copies of "Celebrations and Ceremonies of Old". She's taken a crate of apples from James and replaced them with a copy of the poem "Things That Linger". At Tristin's cabin, she leaves the crate of apples, except for four, and takes a battered book titled "Twilight" out from under the front porch stairs. It's Tristin's first stolen item. Ingrid can't imagine why a soldier would bother bringing such a book with them.

2 a.m. : Ingrid makes it back to her apartment. She fails to turn off the light before she falls asleep. It's a habit she's been forming lately and she's lucky she hasn't started a fire, but then maybe the world decided one was enough. She'll get about four hours of sleep and then start all over again.

Possible problems caused by scheduling: Sleep Deprivation. Over-scheduling. Under nourishment. Lack of quality time with Liam. Fatigue. Carpal tunnel.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Drabble 24: Caroline.

Caroline had the sort of long, dusty blonde hair that begged to be wound around his fingers, the melting chocolate eyes of fan-fiction literature, and a voice as soft as falling feathers. She was a pair of comfortable shoes, a stack of colorful cards, and his favorite lighter. She was the dirty pair of socks lurking underneath the bed. She was a picture tapped to the underside of his bed side table.

She was a girl who, while reading a book, got distracted by the snow falling outside the window. A wanderer who followed her heart and not the map. She was fickle and thoughtful. She was fragile and fun. She was a mass of contradictions, each more mind-bending than the last.

When you shift so close to someone, Soldier thought, the rest of the world shifts away. It's like being on an island a thousand leagues away from civilization. The other person is your sole companion and without them the only world you know grows hazy and distant. The ships that pass by never fully form, and the sounds of other people shuffling along reach the island through the surrounding water. The world with that someone is calmer, warmer, and happier.

Caroline. Her name seemed to sing sunshine, creating imaginary rays that tickled across the small of his back and floated up his spine. She was a vision in his mind, all soft light and dancing colors. She was more than a girl who'd left. She was the idea of love. She was the recognition that he could be loved, at least for a while.

And she was the reason he picked up a new pack of cigarettes and allowed himself to relapse into their nicotine induced calm.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Drabble 16: Meet Me. Meet Me. Meet Me! (Sorry Gaga on the brain.)

"Thanks," Cabel murmured, brushing past her. His purple eyes skipped away from her as though burned by the image of her skin.

Don't say thanks that way, Lucy thought, it makes it seem as though we are strangers and I have just complimented your new shirt.

She slipped her hands in her pocket and tried to act causal as though the boy of her dreams hadn't just stabbed her in the stomach. She should have known. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She didn't really exist.

And then her fingers found it, a note.

It read:
Meet me. Midnight. West Shore of the Lake. 

Notes: Can't write properly. Too busy plotting!

I've been thinking maybe Ing's people have a distinct magical look to them? Strange colored eyes and hair, maybe? I feel like their should be a physical difference between the other worlders and "The Fairy People" who aren't actually fairies. Blah blah... Hints: purple eyes, but I really don't know...