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Challenge Drabble for October 2018's the topic is Books.

316 String Theory drabbles written — and counting.


Abby (19)

Adel (2)

Anonymous (14)

Asi (1)

Astor (1)

Audrey (2)

Aviators (1)

Barbara (1)

Bao-Wei (3)

Bella (3)

Benji (3)

Bolivar (1)

Cardinal (2)

Calvin (3)

Cash (1)

Claire (2)

Colette (4)

Cooper (2)

Corbin (3)

Dajan (1)

Danko (2)

Daphne (4)

Deckard (6)

Delia (2)

Delilah (21)

Eileen (15)

Elisabeth (2)

Emily (1)

Evan (1)

Faye (1)

Francois (7)

Gabriel (3)

Gillian (12)

Hannah (2)

Helena (6)

Howard (2)

Huruma (9)

Ingrid (2)

Iris (1)

Jane (1)

Jenny (1)

JJ (2)

Jonathan (1)

Joseph (3)

Joshua (2)

Judah (2)

Kaitlyn (1)

Kaylee (21)

Kincaid (2)

Lancaster (1)

Lene (2)

Lexington (1)

Logan (4)

Lynette (3)

Magnes (1)

McRae (1)

Melissa (32)

Meredith (1)

Monica (1)

Murdoch (1)

Nadira (1)

Nick (1)

Nicole (1)

Nora (3)

Odessa (4)

Pandora (2)

Peyton (3)

Quinn (1)

Raith (3)

Robyn (1)

Roderick (2)

Ruiz (2)

Ryans (9)

Sable (2)

Stef (1)

Sylar (1)

Tasha (3)

Tavisha (1)

Teo (8)

Tess (1)

Veronica (2)

Walter (2)


by Colette

Is this what it feels like to be loved?

Was the mirror a delusion, or am I deluding myself?

She's my mirror; soft and shy, awkward and adorable, her smile makes me melt.

I look in her eyes and I see the girl I was, and I just want to hold her so close.

She my mirror; rebellious and tense, sensitive and sweet, her kiss sent a chill down my spine.

There's so much to love but so much to lose, I'm terrified of breaking her heart.

I just wish I could tell

Without this uncertainty

Which one

I mean


by Colette

She's fire and sparks, heat and energy, burns you up and spits out the ashes. But what a magnificent fire it is when it's lit.

Fire consumes, but it also lights the way, and even in consuming a part of my naivete she showed me something in myself I couldn't see.

She's arrogant and brash, not very classy, but no one had ever said the things about me she did. Even if she just wanted something in return; fair price.

Opportunity's past and she's following behind, and I don't know if I like the way the flames are chasing me.


by Colette

She and I stand back to back.

She's always looking ahead at what's coming our way, and I'm always looking back and wondering what could've been.

I see that the grass is greener on the other side, and she sees how the grass will be green where there's only soil.

She saved my life and I still don't know why, but it's because I just can't understand the way she thinks. She's an obsession, a mystery, a love and wound; it feels amazing when she smiles at me.

I wish I could see what she sees.

In someone like me.


by Colette

In celtic mythology, ravens carry souls of the dead to the afterlife.

I read that in a book once; a raven I saw at the Lighthouse reminded me of it.

It was funny, it had a colorful bead necklace in its beak, the strap was broken. It sat there, watched for a long time, pecking on the glass to come in; It shouldn't.

I watched him, he watched me, and after a while he left; leaving the necklace behind.

I decided to keep it. Maybe that raven was someone I loved, come back to say goodbye?

It's a sweet thought.

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