“Have you started the assignment?”
He cracked open the freshly-printed paperback, curling the cover back. Rules and Regulations Regarding Anti-Gravity was by the illustrious Prof Morrison, recently decorated; he had surprised scholars by deciphering centuries-old tomes, writing an incredibly elegant magical program.
Hours passed, the sun creeping into the snug covers of nighttime. The boy, brushing an auburn strand from his damp forehead, leant occasionally to his rectangular device, executing the program presented. When he felt the tug of sleep, the moon was high.
However, the charm seemed to work too well. The anti-gravity book was impossible to put down.
(I won’t be claiming this one, since it was agreed to alternate authors :>)
Yay! Okay, so, I’ve worked out a whole new concept. Each little chapter drabble will contain a pun unless otherwise stated. So, when it’s truly subtle (like the “b”) it’ll be an adventure of sorts to sniff it out.
So, the setting is in the same world as Colours of a Rainbow. There are magical institutions, and not all of them are as underhanded as Erydia’s. This takes place in a city-state named Dylios, and that is all. The setting will be developed as time goes on and more drabbles are written.
Let’s go 🙂
Light filtered through the tall window with curtains she never bothered to pull shut. The sunlight had no business streaming into her room! Technically, it didn’t really exist on the physical plane, as it is one of the many tiny dorms charmed into becoming a majestic high ceilinged room.
With a teeny tiny window.
That the sun somehow honed in upon with deadly accuracy.
Deadly for her blissful unconsciousness, that is.
Allise decided, as the probably unnatural rays of purposeful energy seared her eyeballs, condemned her vision and cheered the lilac room…
Floor to ceiling windows are such a pane!
9 (Sat) Lazy
Too much free time doesn’t seem good for her mental health.
“You know, I don’t see how you can stand to sleep so much.” Her finger prodded at his cheek, amused by his unresponsiveness.
“I mean, Saturday is a great day, why not go to the beach? Or even the park?” And then she frowned.
“But no, you choose to sleep, probably dreaming of more sleep.” Aurua leaned back, nursing her cup of chai tea.
“But hey, since you enjoy it so much, I’ll give it a try too.”
It doesn’t look like its’ good for her habitual health either.
Lol, I liked this one xD
8 (Fri) Crystal
This morning brought no rain, but instead, shining jewels of moisture that clung to the trees, indeed, no rain, but the remembrance of a downpour. The sunlight crystallized the droplets, refracting rainbows onto the window, glorious, wonderful contrast of sunrise and foliag-
“Stop waxing poetic and get ready.”
Her eyes widened. “You can read minds?!”
The tall man simply rolled his eyes and walked away, deftly knotting his tie.
7(Thurs) Pitter Patter
A glance out the window, and a pair of resigned groans rang through the room. It was ridiculous, it was irrational, it was-
Aurua took a look at the darkening sky, turned, and promptly flopped back onto the bed.
“I’m sleeping in today.”
Kassen walked out of the room, and she heard the soft padding of his feet as he descended the stairs. Several minutes of light clanging later, he waltzed back in, still clad in pyjamas, carrying twin mugs of warm milk.
She smiled, and they sat, sipped milk, and then drifted off to sleep, soothed by the pitter patter of the rain.
Are they getting shorter? Oh yes, very much so.
There will be very few, if any, after this that will be longer than 300 words, some might even be under a hundred. =w=
Legs in, arms out.
Arms in, legs out.
Half in, half out.
Stomach in, rest out.
All the shuffling around kept both of them awake, one trying to sleep, and the other being kept from it.
“What, pray tell, are you doing?”
“Trying to get comfortable, obviously.”
The other figure shifted again, twisting around so as to nearly hang off the side of the bed.
Knowing that no one could see and call him out on it, Kassen rolled his eyes. Rotating, he faced the other way and proceeded to tune the thick sound of sliding fabric.
Or at least, he tried.
More shuffling ensued, and Kassen finally was fed up by the unending sound.
“I get it! I’ll go and open a window.”
5 (Tues) Bubbles
A green bottle was held firmly in her hand, the half full container sloshing slightly with each step. Sharp tapping came from a nondescript white and black cubicle, a sure indication that its owner was hard at work.
A likely victim, excellent.
No one noticed her creeping form, the hour set too firmly in their “nothing’s-going-to-happen” time of work. She’ll prove them wrong, oh yes, very, very wrong.
Her turquoise eyes peered over the flimsy wall, grinning at how innocent the brown haired man was, typing with impressive speed the codes that were needed to make the newest machine design work.
Hard at work, even better.
Her hair fluttered about her shoulders as she ducked, the ten or so people in the vicinity none the wiser. Cackling on the inside, she uncapped the green bottle, and carefully emptied as much as she could into a plastic firearm. Looking at the weapon, loaded with the slightly viscous liquid, her lips curled into a cattish grin, can she burst from the shelter of the cubicle wall.
“For the LULZ!”
The trigger was pulled.
A stream of bubbles burst forth, and with every pull of the mechanism, another barrage was let loose upon the unsuspecting man’s head. One Teraus Kaugsburg stress level has been eliminated! Mission complete! It was a happy occasion!
“Ow! That hurt!”
Though she thought slightly otherwise when a well-aimed eraser was launched into her skull from behind.
Note to self, pick a target who can’t shoot a deer with a bow 40 meters away next time.
Okay, so, here’s the short version of my answer to “WHYTHEHELLISTHELASTCHALLENGEPOSTFORDAYTHREEWHENIT’STHE14THALREADY?”
Er, see, my computer decided that it wanted to go kaput, and apparently, I had no say in that decision.
the computer guy came an fixed it eventually, but my word did not autosave, likely the computer restore process deleted the temp file. Leaving me with only what I have posted to the internet. (BTW, I had 4-10 done before it died. Yes, I was feeling inspired and wrote a bit ahead.) So, I’m slowly working on re-writing it all, and posting two a day. Excuse me if I am unable to meet every deadline in a timely fashion, I have 8 tests this week alone, and it’s all going downhill from there.
These are shorter, but in my opinion, better written than the previous versions.
5 is going to go up soon!
4 (Mon) Candlelight
The storm from Sunday night continued to rage on into Monday, making the already despised day even more unloved.
As to be expected, there was a power outage due to the breaking of several lines that carried electricity to the north-western corner of the city, which meant that ASD did not have power, which meant that Kassen Vante was not a happy camper.
People on the street ducked under various hues of umbrellas, but the oddest pair was the couple side by side, one holding a solemn grey one that matched the sky, and the other grasping a cheery purple one, dotted with splashes of white.
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”
“A day of unproductiveness is a day wasted.”
Just as Aurua was about to send back a teasing retort, a stray draft of wind carried the grey umbrella upwards and away from where it was of use.
There was a stunned moment of silence, and then, tinkling laughter weaved its way through the drenched air, carrying about the impact of water.
“Looks like fate didn’t want you to add to the gloom either!”
The white haired man grumbled all the way home, both about the “accursed wind” and how he was going to have to replace the driver’s seat.
Aurua snickered privately the entire trip.
Suppressing her laughter once they reached the front door, she urged Kassen down into the basement to take a bath while taking out the small barbecue out from the cupboard.
Downstairs, the tall man patted himself on the back mentally for his ingenious foresight to have the house built on top of a natural hot spring (disregarding the fact that the reason the neighborhood was so expensive was because of this very feature, of course) and slipped in, pausing only to light the scented pools of oil. Not their intended purpose, to provide light, but they’ll have to do. The air was thick with heat, and his almost waterlogged lungs welcomed it, a pleasant contrast of the chill of rainwater.
He squinted at the ceiling, feeling the awkward way his contacts sat on his eyes, and removed them quickly, leaving them on the ledge, confident that he’ll not forget. Running a hand through his hair, he grimaced, the rain never did do anyone favors before, and he was not an exception.
Along with the grime of city dust, he washed away the irritation at being drowned by the same storm twice within a span of twenty-four hours, and walked out of the steamy room content, and in a navy blue bathrobe.
That contentment was smacked down and smothered the instant he stepped into the hallway.
The creak of the door alerted his wife to his arrival, and she beamed at him, proud of her handiwork of lighting the corridor. His eyebrow twitched once, then twice. He’d never admit it, but there was a certain eerie quality to the way the candles flicked against the walls.
“The lighting, it’s… disconcerting.”
Aurua pouted, one cheek puffed up.
“Oh come on, it’s romantic!”
I think my writing skills finally came crawling back, begging for forgiveness.