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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)

Vincent II

by Delia

He got me — let me off easy.

I'm probably the worst kind of person he's ever met. Humanis First, hated evolved people. Hated myself.

Those smoky eyes saw right through to my soul, chilly but hot at the same time. I wonder what sparks his fire. He just sits there, smoldering, smoking. The bright red ember glowing brightly for one puff before it dies down again.

I wonder if he has a family. If he does, is his wife like that cigarette? Does she burn up every time his lips touch her?

He's old enough to be my dad.


by Delia

There are so many things in this world, the haves and the have nots. You were always in the haves.You got the new clothes. You got the first bike. You got the rollerblades. You got the grades. You got to go to Paris. I got to stay behind. I hated you.

You always get the last bit of milk in the carton. You had everything, have everything. I'm jealous. I've always been jealous. Compared to you; I'm always the red ribbon, the silver medal. Unless we're alone, then you always give me the blue one.

You're my best friend.

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