Drabble Rousers

Hi.So drabblerousers is going on hiatus.It was a fun concept that never really caught on.And Eleni...

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:54:38 -0500

Hi.

So drabblerousers is going on hiatus.

It was a fun concept that never really caught on.

And Eleni and Peter are super busy writing novels and blogging and being generally awesome.

If someone loves the concept of drabbles so much that they’d like to take a crack at running the site, drop Peter a line at peterdewolf(at)gmail.com.

Otherwise thanks for stopping by. And especially thanks to everyone who has submitted.

You never know, we may re-launch it again at some point in the future.

The crow lay upon her neighbor’s frosty lawn, a frozen bundle of feathers and bones. Its legs were...

Wed, 11 Jan 2012 04:19:58 -0500

The crow lay upon her neighbor’s frosty lawn, a frozen bundle of feathers and bones. Its legs were curled up beneath its body. Its dark eyes stared at nothing. She briefly wondered whether the bird was dead when it fell from the sky, landing with a thump among the bright Christmas decorations littering the lawn.

She shook her head. A dead bird falling from the sky portended nothing. No, she reassured herself, she didn’t believe in omens. She refused to extract meaning from the random events of life.

She really ought to have looked both ways before crossing the street.

_____

Kg Waite

writinginthemarginsburstingattheseams.blogspot.com

@kgwaite

Some folks mistakenly prefer the waterfront, but she knows that the second street up from the...

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 10:09:03 -0500

Some folks mistakenly prefer the waterfront, but she knows that the second street up from the harbour is the best one.

She knows that the fog is just a little less thick. A little more magical, enveloping the streetlights.

The cobblestones are a little less eroded.

You can hear the waves lapping. But from a street away, they announce their arrival with a gentle rap on the door, not by ringing the bell.

Distance is beauty.

The wind is a little gentler on her exposed skin, when she smiles at him as he approaches.

“You looking for a date, sir?”

_____

Peter DeWolf
peterdewolf.com
@peterdewolf

She sat sideways on the hard plastic bench. Her feet up on the seat, knees hugged tight against her...

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 07:34:21 -0500

She sat sideways on the hard plastic bench. Her feet up on the seat, knees hugged tight against her chest. Her dirty skate shoes pointed toward the aisle, with their hot pink laces prominently displayed; daring someone, anyone to sit down beside her. Headphones in her ears, and an angry scowl obscured what could otherwise have been a very pretty face. The battery on her iPod had been dead since yesterday, but the headphones discouraged conversational overtures made by strangers. This Red Line train to the airport pegged her as a traveler, but in reality, she was just killing time.

_____

Sean Brown
The Anarchist Project
@SeanMcBrown

She can’t decide which she enjoys more, the sound or the feeling. But the anticipation of both is...

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:17:18 -0500

She can’t decide which she enjoys more, the sound or the feeling. But the anticipation of both is driving her wild.

Goosebumps trail his hand like an obedient pup as he traces.

Slowly. Deliberately.

Knowingly.

He hugs the curves. He knows the terrain.

She feels the love in his touch.

Her hips move. Impatiently.

So. Very.

Her hips move. On their own.

Yes.

She feels the desire when he moves his hand away.

Her hips stop.

And wait.

And then.

The unmistakable sound echoes through the cool morning darkness, lingering for about as long as the sting.

Fuck deciding.

“Again?”

_____

- Anonymous

At one point she had begun apartment hunting for the two of them. They more or less already lived...

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 07:14:04 -0500

At one point she had begun apartment hunting for the two of them. They more or less already lived together, why not make it official?

Their demands were simple: dog friendly, giant kitchen, a south-facing living room to fill with bookshelves. They’d like a porch, too, but knew it was a luxury and that the likelihood of actually having one was slim.

She moved all her good cookware to his house and when she bought new kitchen implements, she made sure they were ones that he didn’t already own.

In retrospect, the whole thing was idealistic.

Unrealistic.

Same difference, really.

_____

Stacey Joy
staceyjoy.tumblr.com/
@curvesandnerves

The waterdrops from the hole in the eaves trough follow him. He leans left. He leans right. The...

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 17:52:29 -0500

The waterdrops from the hole in the eaves trough follow him. He leans left. He leans right. The drops always hit him in the head. He doesn’t lean too far.

From her.

She stands silently.

He searches her eyes for answers.

He leans in and his mouth finds hers, trying to provide some.

He plays with the soft cotton scarf she wears even though it is seventy degrees.

She tucks her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

They stand silently.

A suit aggressively walks up behind them, annoyed they’re blocking his entrance.

“Hey! Are you two in or out?”

_____

Peter DeWolf
peterdewolf.com
@peterdewolf

She crosses the street, takes the underpass to the main road. This is a route she’s walked...

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 09:02:02 -0500

She crosses the street, takes the underpass to the main road. This is a route she’s walked every day, she could do it blindfolded.

On her right, there’s a pile of blankets against a brick wall.

“Hey,” She says to the blankets. They move. A dirty face smiles at her, “Well, hello there.”

She passes him a package, “Your lunch.”

“Thanks, Curly.”

Four men in business suits are walking towards them. Laughing, engaging in douchebaggery.

“Get a job!” One of them shouts towards the man in the blankets.

“I’d love a job,” he shouts back. “Can I borrow a suit?”

_____

Girl From Mars
lifeasgfm.blogspot.com
@girlfrmmars

“How are you?”“I hate that question. It’s a serious question that merits a serious answer. But you...

Thu, 01 Dec 2011 17:55:03 -0500

“How are you?”

“I hate that question. It’s a serious question that merits a serious answer. But you don’t care about my answer, not really. You expect me to say ‘fine’. And ‘fine’ is such bullshit word. It means I’m shit but I’m not going to tell you that. People are uncomfortable with pain expressed publicly. They say they’re okay without even thinking about it, just to be polite. The concept eludes me. People want to live in shades of pastel but I don’t function on that muted level. Maybe I’m too intense. Anyway, enough about me: how are you?”
_____

Alexia Roumanas
Say Another Lexi
@alexiaroumanas

“All I wanted was a refund.”The words fell from her mouth, inert, like a sidewalk bird under a plate...

Thu, 01 Dec 2011 02:44:31 -0500

“All I wanted was a refund.”
The words fell from her mouth, inert, like a sidewalk bird under a plate glass window. “The show was cancelled in the snowstorm, remember?”
Remember? What are you asking him about, memories of prom night? Jesus.
“Well, I could help you with this problem if you’d just do as I say.” His voice dripped with pretension, bordering on malice.
“Do as you say? And what’s that?” Yeah, what? Fucker.
His gesture said it: “On your knees.”
“Are you kidding me?” She spat. Fuck you. “Gimme my refund.”

_____

Marian Kent
runawaysentence.com
@runaway_tweets

As she approaches, I scramble in my mind for comforting things to say. Instead of crying, she asks...

Wed, 30 Nov 2011 03:39:38 -0500

As she approaches, I scramble in my mind for comforting things to say. Instead of crying, she asks to use our “hair buzzer”. I oblige and smile, but can’t help to wonder what her outlandish intentions are.

Owners never take the death of their pets well.

I sit back down and read a magazine, hoping it will keep me distracted. Instead, I’m fighting with myself to look at what she’s doing.

After what felt like the longest five minutes known to man, she turns the clippers off. I peer in her direction.

She’s stuffing her dog’s fur into a pillow.

______

Saha Paulo
suburbanistic.com
@materialistic

The backs of her legs are slightly itchy. It figures, of course, that she’d forget to put sunscreen...

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:51:26 -0500

The backs of her legs are slightly itchy.

It figures, of course, that she’d forget to put sunscreen on them on the last day of vacation. That’s the kind of girl she is. You know – the kind who thinks she’s formed a habit right before she breaks it.

Her mind wanders. Sprints ahead. Stops. She deletes another email. She hardly sees the words on the screen.

Sometimes she thinks in haiku to pass the time.

Her brain is atrophying, she thinks.

She’s curious. Does thinking about one’s brain atrophying cancel out the actual atrophy?

Then.

What a funny word. Atrophy.

_____

Sara
Guide to Being Awesome
@sarafrita

She watched the maid clean hotel room 327, then stepped in the open door as if she’d lost her...

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 06:29:35 -0500

She watched the maid clean hotel room 327, then stepped in the open door as if she’d lost her key.

Restless, she found a deck of playing cards inside the nightstand next to the bed. She patiently stacked them. By the fifth level, she considered the structure lucky to be standing.

The door opened. She met him before he got to the bed. A long, deep kiss disarmed his surprise. It was a red herring for the syringe plunged into his neck.

He slumped on the bed, causing the house of cards to fall. She smiled, then left for the airport.

_____

Lance Burson
lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblgo.wordpress.com

@TLanceB

She could almost smell the salt from the tears making a mess of her cheeks. She almost wished...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 18:24:02 -0500

She could almost smell the salt from the tears making a mess of her cheeks. She almost wished he’d hit her, again, so that the sadness would be conjured into hot rage. But she’d already left. Her ring was on the kitchen counter, waiting to be found. And though she knew leaving was the right thing to do it felt wrong in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Cold was seeping through the window, she started the car again as cool air blasted from the vents. She looked over her shoulder to check her blind spot before easing back onto the highway.

_____

Jasmine Moy
jasminemoy.com
@jasminemoy

“Is that straight?” she called back. “I think so.” “It looks skew!” she shifted the painting a...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 06:47:29 -0500

“Is that straight?” she called back.

“I think so.”

“It looks skew!” she shifted the painting a little to the left. “How ‘bout now?”

“Looks fine from where I’m standing.”

She stepped off the chair, holding onto the back for support and then walked to join her mother at the other end of the room. “It’s still not straight!”

“Maybe, the house was built skew.”

“Yea, maybe the street was built skew.”

“Maybe the entire city was built skew.”

They laughed.

“Let’s try again.”

She climbed back onto the chair, moved the painting a nudge; this time to the right.

_____

Eleni Zoe
elenizoe.com
@elenizoe

“Weekends were never so short before you,” She said. She tumbled out of bed, reached...

Fri, 25 Nov 2011 06:22:57 -0500

“Weekends were never so short before you,” She said. She tumbled out of bed, reached for a discarded shirt, any shirt.

“You’re so melodramatic,” He turned away from her, “Time is time, it passes just the same, it never changes.”

“Times change! The way I feel changes over time,” she finished buttoning the shirt, his shirt, and scrambled to finish dressing. “Someday, you’ll look back on this moment and know I was right.”

He rolled onto his back and looked at her. “Hey, you’re wearing my shirt.”

She shrugged, “This time, yes. But times change.”

He smiled. “No, they don’t.”

_____

Girl From Mars
http://lifeasgfm.blogspot.com/
@girlfrmmars

We’ve been friends for almost three years. From the beginning, I’ve felt our meeting was...

Wed, 23 Nov 2011 05:46:27 -0500

We’ve been friends for almost three years. From the beginning, I’ve felt our meeting was divine intervention. How else could I so love everything about you, down to the way you drive like a thief in a getaway car?

I should have said something before. I waited too long and he came around. I waited longer, now for him to break your heart so I could pick up the pieces and you’d love me back.

I was going to tell you tonight, but you just looked so happy.

There is a letter for you in a trashcan at Union station.

_____

Stacy
greatpanache.blogspot.com
@GreatPanache

We’re standing face-to-face on a wooded trail I’ve never traipsed, trees familiar but...

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 17:29:15 -0500

We’re standing face-to-face on a wooded trail I’ve never traipsed, trees familiar but out of place, his eyes locked on mine as rain falls in a weightless mist, perfectly obscuring everything but what’s immediate. I decide he’s taller, but otherwise unchanged. Same soft, unmistakably sad brown eyes, hair still black as crows wings.

I’m close enough to touch him, but my arms won’t move when I try to raise them to grab his hands, wrap them around his ribs, throw myself into his chest with the force of sixteen years.

I wake with hair smelling of rain and pine needles.

_____

Kerri Ladish

www.kerrianne.org

@kerrianne

“Don’t fall in love in love with me” she said. He looked confused. As if that was even an option....

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 07:06:13 -0500

“Don’t fall in love in love with me” she said.

He looked confused. As if that was even an option. She was just a lay- a filler of an empty Tuesday afternoon. He laughed to himself.

“My heart can’t be trusted. It feels too deeply. Loves too quickly. Forgets too slowly.” She whispered as she lay engulfed in his arms.

She fit perfectly in his arms & for a moment he knew he had never met anyone like her. She was his soul mate.

So right then & there he decided after today, he could never talk to her again. Ever.

_____

Melissa Junke
@Mjunk23

It started with a hug. Many things do, but logistics are important, here. He sat on the edge of the...

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 17:00:56 -0500

It started with a hug. Many things do, but logistics are important, here. He sat on the edge of the bed as she stood over him and hugged his shoulders.

One of his thumbs idly stroked the back of her knee. The back of her thigh.

With thumb and forefinger he found the cotton of her shorts as her lips connected with the base of his neck.

Logistics are important. They never spoke. They never locked eyes. This was a subtle operation in the dark.

His hand moved further north toward more important things. Her hold around his shoulders tightened.

_____

Stacey Joy
staceyjoy.tumblr.com
@curvesandnerves