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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Dajan (1)

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Delilah (21)

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Emily (1)

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Howard (2)

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Stef (1)

Sylar (1)

Tasha (3)

Tavisha (1)

Teo (8)

Tess (1)

Veronica (2)

Walter (2)


Le Roman de Renard

by Anonymous

He can't remember who gave him the picture book because it was gifted when his hands were still too weak to hold it. He'd open it to check the note scrawled on the inside of the cover in someone's handwriting, but he doesn't have it anymore.

Hasn't since he was nine or ten, too young and stupid to realize that just because you're small enough to squeeze through a hole doesn't mean you should. That foxes don't walk on two legs and animals aren't people, but sometimes the opposite is true.

They caught him by the scruff. Lucky someone came.

Surrendered

by Anonymous

He wasn't there for either of them when she was born.

On her first birthday, her mother blew out the candle and made a wish: come back to us.

On her second birthday, she blew out two and decided to forgo the wishing and take the advice of her friends. There is a time to grieve, a time to mourn, a time to move on with your life—

A time to find him on your doorstep not long after that and tell him he's not allowed to see her.

He gave up that right when he gave up being there.

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