Over the Wall“Here ya are. four apple turns- don’t go using any of those to break hearts now, Brennan!”Over the Wall by ~katrani
The youth nodded and waved in acknowledgement, unable to answer the shopkeeper because he’d already stuffed part of his purchase into his mouth. He was running a little late, and didn’t want to miss anything. He headed to the east end of the main square, then ducked into a side street. Turn onto a connecting alley, down some stairs towards one of the wells, up the stairs just past it, around a corner, and then one more side street and a quick turn left just three steps before he’d run into the city’s outer wall. Now he had the marked and painted stone of the town wall on his left and a mass of shiny black on his right.
He walked to its halfway point, where a large tree provided some shade. He settled down and finished off the first turnover he’d bought. He didn’t get into any of the others yet, instead leaning back against the black wall and c
Drabble a Day 11-15PreparedDrabble a Day 11-15 by ~katrani
She had everything set.
Her clothes were laid out, she had decided on make-up colors, her hair tie was sitting on the bathroom sink, her alarm was set. She was completely squeaky clean and her nails weren't gnawed-on nubs for once.
She had a date, and just needed to not freak out beforehand. The person was nice; they'd been nothing but endearing when they first met, and now she wanted to make sure everything was perfect so she didn't screw this up. There was only a month left before she left for summer break, but she needed a whirlwind to get her out of this funk anyways.
She was prepared for one date. What she wasn't prepared for was patience and sitting under a tree and the odd excited comfort that came with cuddle-groping and a discussion that flowed from cartoons to politics as easily as her conversations with the people she'd known for months now. She didn't plan on an exponential rate of experience or finding someone who she didn't feel she had to change for.
Drabble a Day 6-10FlameDrabble a Day 6-10 by ~katrani
A small pinprick of light made her turn her head, staring.
It was just a little candle, one of those tea lights used for heating scent oils. Still, she became absorbed in it, watching it dance and tilt and flicker and bend and warp.
It was so odd, how such a tiny thing could change itself and still stay exactly what it was. It was tall or stout, steady or moving, but it was still a flame. It always would be a flame until it stopped existing.
And for such a simple thing, it could affect so much- destroy the house if it got turned over, break her skin if she got too close, change the smell of an entire apartment. It could give her a signal in the darkness, or trap her as it had now.
So if such a tiny little thing could exist as itself and so many possibilities, why couldn't she?
She had a frame she had to follow, expectations to live up to. But that didn't mean she couldn't still be just what she was, right?
She just had to figure out how to not go out.