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Offline Cowboy Colt

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Drabble/Poetry contest 51
« on: March 11, 2014, 02:30:01 AM »
(sorry this is a bit late.) If I need to change any dates tell me.

Theme:"Blood of the covenant"
Info:The old saying of "Blood is thicker than water" is known by all, but the actual saying is, "The Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb", meaning that the bonds we choose to make ourselves can often be better than those we have in our family. Develop a Drabble or poem based on a strong relationship with two (or more) people not directly related by blood. This can be figurative or literal. If this is too restricting, let me know.
Stat date:March 10th.
End Date: 12 A.M march 15th, winner announced March 16th.

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Re: Drabble/Poetry contest 51
« Reply #1 on: March 11, 2014, 02:49:57 AM »
It's not restrictive at all! I think this is a great theme! ^_^

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Re: Drabble/Poetry contest 51
« Reply #2 on: March 11, 2014, 02:51:23 AM »
Thank you! :)

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Re: Drabble/Poetry contest 51
« Reply #3 on: March 11, 2014, 05:27:10 AM »
Awesome theme! *ponders*
<< Post Merge: March 11, 2014, 07:12:20 PM >>


Title: The Last Laugh
Author: Water Lily
Rating: T (For mild violence)

Author's Note (click to show/hide)This drabble was inspired by a movie I was watching last night. I wanted to explore the idea of friendship and how beautifully it can be executed in two very different people...even though in a tragic sense. Enjoy the mass of hurried writing! ^^'

The Last Laugh (click to show/hide)There was a bleak silence. The hospital seemed to shake from utmost terror. Cries of pain  were muffled out by different hands, and fearful bodies turned lifeless, hiding all the life they had in their eyes. Thousands of people were mangled against each other, using every breath to keep themselves alive and stare hopelessly at the door that could end it all. This was no ordinary door... It was the door that had the ability to save at least thousands of different lives...if remained closed.

"Where are you..." boomed a voice from the other side.

Everyone grew startled with a vicious jump, fingers and legs shaking uncontrollably from the voice.

Two men suddenly propped themselves up, their backs pressing against the door. Fear crawled venomously into the room as the people gasped silently at the men's bold act. Death itself seemed to be the only way to end this muted madness.

The first man, an aspiring musician come-band director and more fearful of the two men, carefully let out the breath he had been holding for almost five tormenting minutes. The second man, a thief and the more aggressive one, dared himself to glare a group of whimpering girls, silencing them and taking advantage of a deep hole in the wall to watch for the enemy.

"You see him?" The first man asked as silently as possible.

"Yes."

"Weapon?"

"Yep. Machine gun."

"MACHINE GU-mmph!"

The thief slammed his hand against the maestro's mouth. "Don't yell."

"We're all gonna diiieeee!" somebody whispered.

Suddenly, there was banging on the door. The people shifted alertly. The thief shoved the maestro out of the way, signaling him to seek for shelter. The door thumped violently behind him, bruising his back. The thief glared at the maestro's resistance, but his glare wasn't strong enough to make the man change his mind.

Several bullets seemed to have drilled into the door, but only halfway. A few children gasped, holding onto their parents. The elderly stood up, taking out their Bibles and reading aloud a Psalm in unison. There was no use for silence now.

The thief took a brief look around the room. Men, women, and children...all equally vulnerable to this hideous threat. Something snapped inside of him. He was going to stop this terrorist no matter what.

"OPEN UP!"

With a fierce cry, the thief kicked the door off, charging towards the man with the machine gun. Instant gunshots were heard as the thief's shirt became drenched with blood within seconds. The maestro, furious, cushioned the gun's wrath as well, being equally coated in red. Using their last bits of energy, the men charged against the terrorist and managed to shove him down the nearest window, all three battling gravity. Within seconds, everything became a flame of memory.

~*~*~

"I-Idiot."

The maestro frowned as he lay parallel to the bloody hand of the thief and the mangled body of. The thief was obviously upset, his face scarred with nothing but scarlet bruises. His hoarse voice managed to say, "D-didn't you u-understand-"

"To get out of the way?" the maestro finished, moaning in pain. "W-what about you? Why didn't you do it?"

"None of your b-business, stranger..."

"None of your business to you as well..."

The thief, coated in crimson, was startled for a moment. He grew quiet as pain intoxicated him. This was one smart guy he was dealing with. Suddenly he managed to laugh, spraying blood onto the road underneath him.

"Ya know what? You’re one darn good idiot," the thief said with a wide smile, smoldering under the grip of death. “We could have been best buddies.”

The maestro smiled back, clutching his stomach and hoping that would suppress the pain. "We still can, my friend..."

And by the time the ambulance sirens reached their ears, the two very different men enjoyed their first and last moment of friendship, neither managing to get the last laugh as their souls liberated from their bodies.
« Last Edit: March 11, 2014, 07:12:20 PM by Water Lily »


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Re: Drabble/Poetry contest 51
« Reply #4 on: March 15, 2014, 03:09:28 AM »
Have some rushed Percabeth! ^^' Hope it's decent and that it fits the prompt and the word limit. My phone doesn't have a word counter. ^^'

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder (click to show/hide)
It’s midnight when Annabeth wakes up. Despite her mind which is still groggy from drowsiness and the sleep clouding her eyes, she thinks she can see a figure outside her window. She recognizes the build and the height and the familiar way it walks, but just as quick as it comes, it vanishes. Some part of Annabeth is desperate to follow it, but another part (her more logical part, perhaps) tells her not to. So instead, she wanders in the opposite direction.
   
Despite the darkness of the night, her feet bring her to a place she’s well acquainted with. Cabin Three is silent as ever, save for the gurgling of the little spring. There’s a rule about campers being in a cabin that’s not that of their immortal parent’s, but Annabeth’s been disregarding that rule for weeks now. She no longer has it in her to care. She likes to think Poseidon is turning a blind eye to her spending nights in Percy’s cabin, or that he understands why she does. Considering that she hasn’t been turned into a pile of demigod ashes, Annabeth thinks he does.
   
Percy’s cabin is mostly just the way he left it...except it’s a lot cleaner. A day after he’d gone missing, Annabeth had cleaned it and she’d spent almost every night there ever since. Nothing leaves its place except for an old sweater of Percy’s. When the nights are long and sleep evades her, Annabeth likes to wear that old sweater. It smells like Percy and makes him seem less far away than he really is. Annabeth thinks pretty soon, Percy will have a waterbed (how fitting for a son of Poseidon) because she cries herself to sleep nearly every night. She’s angry and frustrated, but mostly she just misses her Seaweed Brain. A lot. But, despite all the pain and how much it hurts to get through each day without him, Annabeth doesn’t give up. If there’s one thing she knows, it’s that she will find Percy, because it’s always been Annabeth and Percy and Percy and Annabeth and she aims to keep it that way.
   
Three thousand miles away, Percy Jackson wakes up. He has no recollection of who he is other than his name and another one: Annabeth. But, even though he remembers nothing of his past life, he knows with absolute certainty that somewhere, there’s an Annabeth waiting for him. And though he’s not quite sure how or when he’ll find her, he’s one hundred percent sure he will.

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