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Archive for October, 2010

Darwin’s Drabbles: Halloween

31 Oct

Darwin began dreaming of Cleopatra when he was 14. Most were mundane but a few were special. One was a wedding. One they were old, sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. He didn’t think she was “real” like his other dreams, because how could she be?

At a party when he was 23, he met her. Without his gift, he might not have noticed her. He certainly wouldn’t have found the courage to approach her. She was just a girl in a costume and not the Queen of the Nile, but he knew in an instant she was the girl of his dreams.

 

Blood: Brother

30 Oct

Two women sat in a dark booth of a pub, bundled tightly against a cold the other patrons could not feel.

“What do you think of him?”

“The eyes are right.”

“And the hair is perfect.”

Feeling their eyes on him, the man turned and raised his glass to the women. Emboldened by their matching smiles, he walked over.

“Do you think Mother will like him?” One said to the other. “She’s so particular.”

“If not, he’ll make a fine snack tonight.”

She smiled at the man, revealing her extended incisors. He tried to panic, but he’d already made eye contact.

 

Theme Breaker: Listen

28 Oct

(This has nothing to do with literal translations of blood idioms, which is this week’s theme. I just couldn’t resist writing this after most of this happened to me on the way home today)

She ignored the warnings.

The slow-moving cashier who struggled with the plastic bag. The iPod, shuffling from “Take 5″ to “Living on a Prayer” while she drove. The funeral procession that forced her to wait through two light cycles. The driver going 30 in the 45 when she wanted to go 60.

They frustrated her, certainly. But instead of taking the moments to slow down, Instead of rolling with the direction she could have taken, she drove faster and more urgently.

She arrived at the dry cleaners just before closing. The man hiding the the semi-automatic rifle in his jacket held the door for her.

 

Blood: Blue Blood

27 Oct

Sir, we found a woman begging an audience at the servants’ entrance.

The servant’s entrance? Why wouldn’t she use the front gate like a normal Xarflaxan?

She attempted that yesterday but was ignored by Magistrate Garfland, who now sends his deepest apologies.

Apologies?

She seeks asylum and claimed to be of noble birth, sir. A descendant of the Ularii House.

Preposterous. No wonder he ignored her.

Yes, sir. But you see…

Yes?

By the servants’ entrance there was a struggle and she was injured. Her blood, sir. It’s blue.

Blue?

Blue.

But that means…

It means the Plax-Ularii prophecy is true.

 

Blood: Coldblooded

26 Oct

The sun woke him in the morning, hitting him square in the eye and warming the earth around him. Warmed, he’d leave his crevice and stretch out on his rock. Periodically he’d slink off into the shade and scope out a meal, but mostly he spent his time on his rock.

During cold or rainy months, he would hurry to find food before he grew too stiff to catch it. Sometimes he couldn’t be bothered to leave his nest at all. He lived for those clear, warm days when it was just him and the sun.

Nothing felt better than sunbathing.

 

Blood: On Your Hands

26 Oct

She’d had an easier time getting juice from freshly picked walnuts off of her hands than she was having with this blood. Days later, no amount of scrubbing would lift the stain that coated her hands and ran up her arms. She scrubbed whenever she found the opportunity, and made excuses to walk by basins, fountains as often as she could.

As the days passed and the stain grew more persistent, she took to wearing gloves to her elbows. Let them think she was putting on airs as the new Queen of Scotland. It was better than anyone discovering the truth.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Monsters

24 Oct

“What’s this movie about, Eddie?” CeCe asked as Eddie brought the bowl of microwaved popcorn into the living room. Darwin and his “twin cousin” CeCe made room on the couch for their babysitter, but did not separate.

“It’s about a guy who thinks he can predict the future and ends up going crazy because nobody believes him.”

“Why don’t they?” asked Darwin.

“Because only freaks can predict the future, dummy.” Eddie replied.

Darwin turned away and started plucking at the fraying couch.

“Don’t mind him,” CeCe whispered as she bumped Darwin’s shoulder. “You’ve been blessed by God. You’re not a freak.”

 

Monsters: Giant Lizard

22 Oct

Livid. That was the best word to describe her emotional state.

Livid and freaked out. That was more accurate.

And hungry.

She couldn’t find anything to eat. Nothing looked familiar. It was all glass and cement and metal. At least in her cage there was sand and a dish of water and insects and lettuce that appeared on a regular basis. They may have injected her with strange-feeling substances, but at least she could find food. She wanted a cricket. She wanted to go home.

Maybe if she tore open enough of these boxes she’d find what she was looking for.

 

Monsters: Mummy

21 Oct

It was expected, of course, that when his cousin died, he would join him. It was an honor Hamin freely accepted. The priests ensured he would be able to withstand the rituals and be transformed into an eternal guardian of the Pharaoh’s tomb. And so it came to pass that when the God Who Walks Among Us fell, Hamin was interred with him, along with scores of servants to serve him forever.

Hamin was a true believer and was genuinely surprised when he did not rise soon after his death. More surprised were the grave robbers, millennia later, who woke him.

 

Monsters: Vampires

20 Oct

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she slowly regained consciousness. She listened for voices or any other signs of struggles. The Hunters had already cleared out two nests in the city. Splitting from her cohorts kept them safer during the day, but the Hunters loved slaying individual vampires as they rose.

Sensing she was not in immediate danger, she slid back the lid of her enclosure.

Micah was waiting as she stepped outside the crypt.

“They found Artemis. By the time I got there…” He held out a charred scrap of purple fabric.

“We have to run,” she said.