100 word drabbles

[Doll]

Guess started writing something on Fanfiction, and I got inspired. This is what I got, it's a response to her first drabble with Spot. It's exactly 100 words which was amazingly hard for me to do, since i dont like writing less than 100. You all should try it. Write 'em and post 'em here. Here is Mine. Dont forget to title your drabble!

his

He never kisses you. You know it’s because it isn’t what he would do. He tells you sorry over and over again, and each time you accept the damn apology. Over and over the cycle plays in your head. He’s there, but then he must leave for Chicago for a leader’s meeting. You are in charge. You are lonely. He comes home, and drinks, he never tells you he loves you, you are just suppose to know. All you hear when others are around and he’s holding you is, ‘mine’. You are his, Doll, and he never kisses you first.

[Spot]

This is the one I did. It was really hard to do 100, so I had to do 200. It's 200 words long, but I wanted to post it to show how it started. It was a second person piece, and it was cool. I'm going to more, and I'll put a link here. Also, I'm going to do another, a 100 word one. So...

Mistakes

You sit on top of the building, eyes open, watching the people walk by on the busy sidewalks of Brooklyn. There are men with crates on their backs, carrying them to some destination. Newsies of yours, like Twitch and what seems to be Rabbit, yell the headlines out on the streets. They wave papers in the air, and you can hear the stories from all the way up here.

'Mayor Resigns! Scandal Rocks the Political System in New York!'

You nod. They're doing good. You see storekeepers, sweeping the porches on their properties. You even see mothers, with their children walking down the streets.

But what stands out to you are the couples. Men and women, hand in hand, walking down the street, kissing each other's hands with tender care, or the way their eyes meet and they seem so happy.

You had that once. It was amazing. You loved it. It was the best thing you'd ever had. A person who could make you smile.

But that wasn't the sort of thing you wanted to think about. Because you, Spot Conlon, made mistakes. Terrible mistakes that did bad things to people.

Things that you didn't want to remember anymore.

[monk]

I tried my hand at this. Exactly one hundred words. Written in third person, from Brooklyn's point of view.

birds

Kick. Kick. Kick. Dull sounding. Hollow. Worthless. Just words. Just vague sounds formed by drunk mouths. No. He was worth something. He would be something. He was rescued. She was tiny with brown hair and fierce look in her eyes. She was special. She was hurt. She was funny. She was everything. She was Brooklyn. He wanted her. To be near her. Anything. Just a smile. Just a laugh. That was all he wanted. He could not help himself. Feelings are hard to deny. Through her, he became something wonderful. He was special. He was a bird. She was Doll.

[Fox]

Okay, so here is my sad, sad attempt at a drabble. I will redo it, believe me, I will since it sucks. Anywho, its Fox's POV.

Addicted

Its not easy.

You lean against the brick wall, feet crunching against the glass shards. Its stupid. So, so, so stupid.

The addiction. You can't stop. You want to. Oh, you want to so badly. But you can't. You scoff at the idea. It'd be stupid. But you cant help but wonder...

What would be worse. The pain from the addiction, or the pain from its withdrawal?

Too bad you'll never find out. Although, as much as you secretly hate the pain, you love it.

You loathe it, love it and live it.

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[Darling]

so, it's a darling drabble with a side of peepling? i don't know. hopefully it doesn't suck. but it's 100 words!

action, reaction

it's looking at him that reminds you how much you've missed him. it's him sweeping you up and pecking your lips that makes your heart stop for a beat. it's him playing with a strand of your hair that makes it beat just a little bit faster. it's the news that his parents are marrying him off that snaps you back to reality. your idea to stage a fake engagement makes him look you in the eyes with intensity. when you ask him who he's asking, he's says it's you. you're breathless.

[Spot]

nightmare

she looks at you and you know that you've messed up again. she looks away. you move to touch her, her pale skin, but she shifts away. 'no' she says. 'im through' you try to call out to her, try to grab her back but she moves away from you. 'its over' you closes your eyes 'anything' but she wont. she just keeps walking. you know you are alone now. you know.

your eyes open. it was just a dream. just a nightmare. but not for long. you watch her expression. so familiar. you move to touch her. 'no'

ok. this is a dot drabble. about spots worse nightmares. its all crap and emotion, sorta emo fluff.

[Bear]

flame

my hand's on the doorknob, my body stiff with guilt. a girl sits across the room on a bed. her face is lowered, partially hidden by the falling shadows and strands of dark hair. i turn slowly, trying to find the words to say. she won't look at me. she doesn't want to see me. i cross the room, walking towards her, before stopping at a halt. i reach out, i have to make her see the words i don't know how to say. i take her chin and slowly begin to lift it. she tells me to stop. it's too late.

i'm staring into her once beautiful face, now scarred and mangled. i see the pain in her eyes that was once joy and sparked with life. now they shine with something else. i can't breathe as my eyes keep staring at the scars. why? my chest feels like it's exploding with silently screamed questions. why her? what made her deserve it? my whole body is trembling, my finger still holding her chin. how can i take it all away from her? how come it wasn't me who burned. as i look further into her pain filled eyes, i want to let loose. to bring the anger i feel for her pain out on her, as if it was her fault. but it's not. it's mine. and i should be the one in pain. it's what i deserve.

[sweetheart]

wonder.

Wonder. It's all you can do when he's around. What, with those beautiful blue eyes and that breathtaking smile, you wonder how anyone could not spend all their time thinking about him. Then you wonder if he even knows you're alive. When you think about that, of course, then you start to wonder what would happen if he actually did notice you; if he actually did feel the same way about you that you feel about him. And then you're off wondering about all sorts of crazy things. Wonder. Huh, it's really something.

[Tick-Tock]

_{Tick-Tock drabble.}

her and the other

she thought he would solve everything. that he would somehow be the key to unlocking the other's heart. she'd been so wrong. it'd only made things worse. the other had gotten jealous, as wanted, but far too late, after she had actually started falling for the first. she had tried to explain and win back the other, but he wouldn't listen. she'd gotten up the strength to tell how she'd felt, how she'd always felt. it'd happen in front of all of irving hall. but the moment she tried, hell broke loose.

[Doll]

175 words instead the normal 100, but it felt justified. i had to add to the fluff. look up the song your a god, by vertical horizon, it fits quite lovely to this.

he doesnt know

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Being near him hurts. It hurts because you know you can’t be with him. You are his bird, you are his information, it could never be. He doesn’t need you, you can be replaced. Still you stay though, you stand by his side, and he doesn’t even know how much you care. Your heart pounds every time he says your name, any of the names, nicknames, you’re real name sets your heart racing. Every time he looks at you, you get butterflies. But the only words he says are ‘what do you have to report.’ He doesn’t know you care.

He doesn’t know that you care when he comes home bloodied and bruised, he doesn’t know that you hurt when you see him angry, or sad. Those feelings you keep to yourself, because you know he’s too good for you. You know and it hurts. You love him Doll; you love the man everyone fears. And he doesn’t even know you care that much, because that is the only thing you won’t report to him.

[davidjacobs]

not like them.

the brooklyns think that you're useless. that you're not tough enough. it makes you feel terrible. just because you didn't grow up on the streets or in the newsie world doesn't mean that decent treatment isn't out of reach? maybe it'd be better if you had a chip on your shoulder and brushed them off. who needs "friends" who treat you so poor? you do. because otherwise you're all alone in school without a chance of having fun. you guess it's better to be with those who notice you and mock.

_{davey drabble. positioned whenever he's trying to put up with the brooklyn newsies when they make fun of him.}

[Doll]

poor davey. i wrote a dot fight drabble. enjoy~

fight

He yells. You yell right back. You’re both loud, but you don’t notice. All that matters is you and him, and who wins. You want to win. He always wins, and this time, you’re trying to win. It’s your turn to win. You’re even louder, and he gets louder and grabs you by the shoulders. You’re screaming at him to let go. Still, every time you try to yank away he tightens his grip. You stop screaming, you’re angry, but you stop. He’s still yelling. Still he doesn’t let go. Finally, he does, there is no winner, not this time.

[Spot]

if i hit her she'd kill me.

if i hit her, i'd kill myself.

how would i explain to her, that i didn't mean too.

that i didn't know myself

that i didn't know her

that i didn't know anything

would she care.

would she listen?

would she know that the black outs come at awful times, and that no matter how many times he tried to make her feel better, to stop himself, he just couldn't.

if i hit her, i'd kill myself

what did i just do?

blackout

halfway response to the above post. kinda sort of about spot being an idiot.