Active Drabbles: Sarah Willis

[Sarah Willis]

(( Drabbles are an idea I've come across a few times now, and each time greatly enjoyed.

The basic idea is that other people post semi-random words, phrases, images, or videos, usually in groups of three, and the player whose thread it is writes a short story including one of the words provided, preferably prominently.

Usually, these short stories are heavily restricted in length, both to make it easy to knock one out quickly, and to make them a challenge to provide a meaningful snap shot of the character in a specific situation.

In interest of getting started, I'll post one that I wrote for a Cabal forum. ))

"Life isn't that simple, and you know it."

“Fucking… FUCKING TYRANT PIGS!”

Sarah wasn’t entirely sure how rescuing civvies from Teihiihan was supposed to go, but she was pretty sure, ‘get called an asshole for wearing her Illuminati uniform’ wasn’t on the list.

“Really? You want to fucking do this now? There are at least 13 more of those stubby people-eaters out there.” She turned on the voice, scorn and fury, and it was Sal. Himself. Herself. Themself. Same face. Same anger.

No. It's just a visual coincidence. Eventually, she shook her head, and offered, “Nothing is black and white.”

“Life isn’t that simple, and you know it.”

 

[Requine]

Juice, Tipping, Rivalry

 

[Widow]

Tent, Kidney, Candy

 

[Vomher]

Cats, Feathers, Whimsy

 

[The Mereland]

Glimmer. Shade. Vanish.

 

[Sarah Willis]

Juice


Sarah sat, half-finished glass of orange juice in front of her, as the man droned on and on. The setup had been perfect, now all she had to do was kick the first domino.

She laid laid her head on the table, eyes closing, watching through her lashes as the Orochi ‘recruiter’ called in the bee containment team. Stupid fucks.

A series of sudden shots prompted Sarah to stand up, restorative magic cut from her palm. 6 Orochi corpses lay around her, and the recruiter was already vomiting from a taser of the assist team.

“Classy sedative,” She remarked.

 

[Sarah Willis]

Tipping


“I fucking saw that.”

“W-what? I don’t know what you’re… no, fuck that, I need to talk about this, this is fucking me up.”

“I know, right?”

“Who the fuck leaves a fucking hundred on the table at a pizza place?”

“Seriously! She was wearing a coat that looked like someone had taken it to the firing range, how the shit could she afford to leave a hundred on the table?”

“Don’t question it, man. Crazy fucking yuppie hipsters up in this burough.”

“... Who says Yuppie anymore?”

“... Fifty fifty split?”

“More like eighty twenty, dude.”

“You little greedy fuck.”

 

[Sarah Willis]

Rivalry


“WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE?”

The man flashed a painfully dashing grin, epee snapping to position. “Oh, rival? Am I foiling your vile Illuminati plans yet again!?”

Sarah shook her head, sheathing her knife. “I don’t even know you, jesus christ, go the fuck AWAY, this is a goddamn Venice op anyway you insane shit.”

“But… What about us? Our rivalry?” The man in templar red asked, epee dropping slightly, the green luster of his chaos targe dulling ever so slightly.


Sarah stared, incredulous. “There is no rivalry, guy. There fucking IS no us. Just go the fuck away.”

 

[Sarah Willis]

Tent


She stumbled through the snow, dispatching a beast almost without thought as it sprung on her.

To be blunt, she had grown too used to Romania. The cold. The werewolves. The vampires.

And most of all, she’d grown too used to her yurt. At first she had steadfastly resisted the idea of living in some flaps of fabric pulled around poles, but now, months later, it was almost feeling like home.

She’d grown too used to Romania, and now she had to leave it. The happiest solitude of her life, the chrysalis for her womanhood.

“Goodbye, sweet little tent.”

 

[Requine]

Domino
Wolf
Boy

 

[Credaxi/Terry]

Blood
Fallout
Blur