Drabble

If you would like to submit a drabble (a short work of game-related fiction exactly 100 words), please @mail Queens with your submission, the title, the name you would like it to appear under and which category you feel it belongs best in.

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

316 String Theory drabbles written — and counting.


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Delilah (21)

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Elisabeth (2)

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Helena (6)

Howard (2)

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Stef (1)

Sylar (1)

Tasha (3)

Tavisha (1)

Teo (8)

Tess (1)

Veronica (2)

Walter (2)


Broken Picture

by Anonymous

I'd only ever seen her in a picture. She died years before I was born. The second woman he truly loved. The last woman he truly loved. Hidden away in a desk, the picture only came out when the decanter had nearly been emptied.

The first time I noticed it I was six, mother had thrown it across the room, breaking the glass and cracking the frame. My father bought a new one the next day. A memory, a regret, the love he could never have. A face he could never get away from. A regret that slowly destroyed him.

Selfish Misery

by Anonymous

My parents were miserable. My father took his pills with his alcohol, and my mother did the same, when she wasn't taking her anger out on others. Never me, but always someone. The hired help. The people next door. Herself. They slept in separate beds for so long I didn't understand parents were supposed to sleep in the same til I was a teenager.

He regretted lost loves. She regretted lives discarded.

I wouldn't be here, if they hadn't been together. But they would have been so much happier apart.

Am I selfish enough to be grateful that they suffered?

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