Drabble 211

 Finished 6:47.

 

Dear Author,

I am your creature. I have done all that I can to make you happy, to make you proud. I have been beaten, spat on, surrendered everything I've loved, yet still I remain in the shadow of your other creations. I do not know what more you want from me. It seems like nothing I do is ever good enough, that I won't ever be worthy of my on plots, my own story. I don't know how much longer I can stand just being a side character in this story before I break. Why don't you love me?

Drabble 210

Finished 4:22.

 

Dear Author,

Consider this my notice. So far, while in you employ, I have been shot, stabbed, nearly hanged and have even spent time trapped in an alternate dimension filled with horrors the likes of which you couldn't possibly imagine. I am done. Even setting aside your blatant lack of regards for any health and safety protocol, in all of the years I have been working for you there have been no opportunities for advancement; I have spent years working in the same dead-end role, and this is not something I wish to continue any longer.

Yours sincerely, Your Creation.

Drabbles 208 and 209

Okay, so I missed one day. I got about twenty words written and then fell asleep. Day 208 was a long day for me. That makes this strike... *searched through past entries to find out which strike we're on* ... strike six. Yesterday's entry actually was finished on time, at 6:57 (gave myself an extra hour, remember, because nocturnal), I just forgot to post it, and so does not constitute a strike. And now, without further ado, here's your belated drabble 208:

 

The puny human was hiding behind some dustbins, desperately hoping that the werewolf wouldn't notice them there or would find something more interesting to do and leave. This wasn't to be, however, as when the werewolf couldn't find any suitable prey it decided to curl up and go to sleep, right in that very alleyway. That left the human with only two options: stay where they were and hope that the werewolf didn't wake, or try to sneak past the sleeping monster and hope that it didn't wake. Either way, the odds didn't look very good from the human perspective.

 

And drabble 209, on finished on time at 6:57 but posted much, much later:

 

“Okay, s/he's definitely dead this time,” said Blue, poking the now rotting corpse of the Author with a stick. He turned away and asked, “So now what do we do?”

“Don't ask me,” replied Raven; “I wasn't even sure we'd continue to exist after this. I have no idea what happens next.”

“Maybe we have free-will now,” suggested Blue.

“I think we might have had that from the start,” said Raven.

“Are we really about to start a philosophical debate over the rotting corpse of our creator?” asked Blue.

Raven shrugged. “There doesn't seem to be anything else going on.”

Drabble 207

Finished 3:43. Okay, I know I said that this one would be during the day, but I started it before midnight and that's still daytime as far as I'm concerned - it was barely dark. And okay, by started it I mean I typed two words and dicked about on tumblr for three hours. That's about the best you can really expect from me, I'm afraid.

 

The werewolf prowled the streets, searching for the unfortunate human that it knew was out there somewhere. It could smell it, fear and despair and a small amount of urine, but it was mixed in with the smell of the streets and the werewolf couldn't quite pinpoint a location. This worked out better than the otherwise unfortunate human had been expecting, as werewolves actually have surprisingly short attention spans and are easily distracted. All it took was a cat knocking over some dustbins down the road and, with no human in sight anyway, the werewolf bounded off to chase it.

Drabble 206

Finished 6:54. I promise the next will be written during the daytime. 

This ones a bit clumsy in places, since it didn't seem to want to sit at 100 words.

 

The werewolf had its target cornered, pinned against the wall of an old manor house. There was nowhere left for them to run, and now the werewolf was closing in, savouring every second. The werewolf coiled its muscles, pulled back it lips, revealing yellowed fangs dripping with saliva, getting ready to spring. The werewolf was sailing through the air towards its prey when the screech of a cat in the distance drew its attention. The werewolf twisted in the air, bouncing off the wall of the house, and bounded into the distance, yapping excitedly, leaving the human confused but relieved.

Drabble 205

 Finished 6:57. Hey, I said I was amending it to 7am deadline, so not technically late.

 

Back in the stables, Blue's pony was getting irritable. She stamped her hooves and gnawed on the woodwork. She had been sitting around in the stables, with absolutely nothing to do, while Raven's mare had been out and about getting kidnapped by the leprechaun, and it was beginning to frustrate her. When Blue came running into the stables she lamented that she did not have thumbs with which to drag him outside to find something to do. Unfortunately, the best she could do was continue to paw the ground, gnaw on the woodwork and hope Blue would get the message.

Drabble 204

Finished 6:00.

 

Blue went straight into the stables when they got back, since Raven had headed straight for the liquor cabinet, and nearly died on the spot when he found that Raven's horse was missing. He made sure to check absolutely everywhere, the stables and the field and even a good portion of the woods before going back into the cottage and sitting tentatively next to Raven. “I have some bad news,” he said, and Raven replied, “Is it something you really want to tell me in this mood?” Blue thought about it and, deciding that Raven did have a point, left.