Drabble Rock

Drabble Rock; Week 10


blame


“Your mother never told you what she was doing in my city that day, did she?” Torrence’s voice was low and teasing, a sadistic smile tugging at their lips.

Leema didn’t answer – couldn’t. But her silence was answer enough.

“Of course she didn’t,” the spy continued, still circling her as an animal might circle their cornered prey, “because that would mean admitting that she had done something not just reckless or foolish, but utterly wrong. And we both know the perfect, peerless Mirabel Stone would never confess to being responsible for all those deaths, now would she?”

No. She wouldn’t.

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Drabble Rock, Week 10


kettle


The tea kettle whistled then, the shrill sound piercing the air, but still the old woman did not release Arcelie from her grip – or her sightless gaze.

“Have they told you what happens to us?” The woman asked, her voice a harsh whisper. “Have they warned you what your power will do to you?”

“Yeah,” Arcelie said, trying to shake off the heavy atmosphere, not to mention the woman’s fist. “They said if you’re not careful you can become addicted to the magic.”

The woman shook her head. “No, girl,” she said slowly. “It is much, much worse than that.”

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Drabble Rock, Week 9


reckless


Of all the endeavors she’d undertaken in her heretofore fruitless search for her wayward twin sister, this was far and away the most reckless scheme she’d ever hatched.

In the shadows of the abandoned market stall that stood across from the gatehouse where newly indentured servants bound for the Silent Empire were processed, Yvenna watched with bated breath. Soon, she would count herself among them, another desperate soul bound for the unknown.

How she was to escape Nythelion, a feat no indentured had ever achieved before, after she found Ysala… Well, she would have to figure out that part later.

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Drabble Rock, Week 8


captivate


“Marvelous,” said Lord Conteville and he swept forward to greet Marceline, planting sloppy, wine-soaked kisses on each cheek. “Simply captivating, my dear. I daresay you have caught the eye of every eligible man here. And some ineligible, I might add.” He chortled at his own little joke, while Marceline watched, smiling politely, though, privately, she could not say she was as pleased as her great uncle was. She was there, after all, enjoying the attentions of the great and the good of Nar as a result of her mother’s careful social maneuvering, not through any real desire of her own.

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Drabble Rock, Week 7


primary


Adrial twists Mhazara’s arm sharply behind her back and forces her behind a magnificent column of carved marble. “Your primary purpose in Kenzia,” he hisses, his face so near to hers she can feel his breath on her cheek, “is to find the traitor who would bring our nation to ruin. I did not bring you into the palace, into my confidence to make eyes at the Prince!”

Mhazara wrenches her arm from his grasp, rubbing at her wrist where his fingernails dug into her skin. “Piss off,” she growls in return, “your precious Prince was making eyes at me.”

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Drabble Rock; Week 6


hunter


The Godhead on festival night was as much a hunting ground as it was a melting pot. Diplomats and dignitaries, spies and propagandists alike socialized freely, pretending that ancient petty grievances and the idea of nationalistic superiority didn’t matter within the confines of these walls, at least tonight. It was a lie, of course, and they all knew it.

Leema hated these events. She hated the politicking and the conspiring that went on under the guise of friendly inter-sovereignty relations. She hated pretending dire enemies were strangers and strangers were dear friends. She was in the wrong line of work.

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Drabble Rock; Week 5


distortion


The world around Arcelie rippled, as if a pebble had been dropped into the otherwise still waters of reality. The distortion bounced off the walls of the cramped classroom and reverberated back, finally converging on the spot where she was stood, breathless with anticipation.

At first, nothing happened, despite Mei’s boasts of mind-boggling magic. Arcelie was none too impressed, and turned to tell her teacher so.

But Mei Lin was no longer there. In her place was a tall figure cloaked in a shroud of terrible, undulating cosmic power.

Arcelie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

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Drabble Rock; Week 4


gravel


The voice in her head was like gravel grating against the fragile walls of her psyche. What started as a tender whisper, like that of a lover’s sweet nothings, had since grown into the hoarse, desperate mutterings of a madman. Night after night it begged, taunted, and cajoled by turns – whatever it deemed necessary to persuade Marceline to follow its siren call.

And night after night, damp with cold sweat and clinging to her bedsheets, she resisted. Yet, Marcie knew, in her heart of weary hearts, that her fortitude would not last forever.

Oh, how she hated to be right.

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Drabble Rock; Week 3


kneel


Mhazara has never curtsied in her life, and she’s not about to start. However, with the painfully tight bodice she’d been strapped into, she knows bowing would be nothing short of a disaster. And so, when the prince approaches, she has no choice but to drop to a knee before him.

She can feel the draw of a dozen eyes fall upon her shoulders, can hear the murmurs of surprise, can practically taste the prince’s confusion, even without the aid of her gift, but she brooks no embarrassment.

“Your Highness,” she murmurs, surprising even herself with her deference. “Welcome home.”

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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0002

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lays is completely, utterly silent.

Still, the command reverberates off the walls of her soul, through the very core of her being.

Run.

But how can she run? She doesn’t even feel capable of standing; every inch of her aches and her head is spinning with acute vertigo. She is vaguely aware she is lying amidst a copse of trees — she can hear the creak of the branches as they sway in the wind, can smell the musk of vegetation all around her.

How did she come to be here? The woman is startled to realize she does not know.


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