Active Drabbles: G.A. Mereland, V. St. Claire, and C. Bastile.

[The Mereland]

soo. UH.

Sarah's idea is good, and I've never really tried that before, but I'm willing to try to throw out drabbles for any one of my characters - the three above, Grace, Valincia, and Clarice - or anyone else I have bouncing around.

I do my short-writing exercises in a slightly different manner, so you may get something longer than 100 words, although that will definitely be in there, too. Feel free to suggest words for any character mentioned, just let me know who you'd like to see written about.

To start it off, here's something I wrote based on the phrase "Not a model."
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Not exactly the model picture of a Templar when you got down to it. Grace was pretty sure - actually, no. She was positive that as a responsible Templar she should not be sitting in an abandoned house feeding kittens from eye droppers.

She coughed and spat, not bothering to look. She knew it'd be full of gunk and blood and that was probably bad, but she was a Bee. Medical attention was not even on her list of priorities, all she needed to do was get from point A (Here) to point B (Somewhere she could leave kittens.) Could of course, leave them here and quietly reset things for herself, but that was lazy ... and she never much liked the idea of dying as a cureall. It settled uncomfortably in her mind, brought back feelings and thoughts locked away for years.
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Take it away, folks.

 

[Requine]

Diner, Ritual, Virgin

 

[Sarah Willis]

Splatter, Engine, Dress

 

[The Mereland]

Ritual

A dull 'thmph' noise sounded, too loud to her ears, and too quiet in the pouring rain. She knelt. She checked the body for a pulse. She knew what she was doing. So of course, there was none. "Why didn't you -listen-," she asked the prostrate figure. "I- I was gonna let you GO." She dissolved into mumbles of "stupid, stupid," dragging it to somewhere neither she nor it would be seen. She knew the next step in the ritual. She lowered herself to her knees, bowed her head

"Our father, who art in heaven..."

 

[The Mereland]

Diner

She rocked on her heels as she waited. Forward. Back. Forward. She had already requested an assist. They were taking forever. The sounds from within continued, disgusting. Hisses and gurgles so slick and drowned she could almost hear them drip. She glanced up at the sign. ‘Diner’, she mused. Place was missing an n, for sure. She glanced at her phone – then at the sleepy community around her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Grace held her head high and stepped into Hell.

 

[Vomher]

Curiosity, Equilibrium, Vestigial

 

[The Mereland]

Virgin

Grace woke up, wincing and rubbing at her head. Ow. Okay. She opened her eyes and watched the world twist and arch and bend. Where is this? If she could see that wouldn’t be such a problem, but her glasses seemed to be absent. Okay… she hadn’t been drinking. Like a virgin daiquiri, she was well aware she was without alcohol. “..H-hey,” came her voice, rough and dry. She heard footsteps then, and green entered her field of view. …Oh. That makes sense, now. “…I did it again, didn’t I?” Her response was a hug.

 

[Requine]

Queen
Date
Spin