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Ninth December Drabble

The whispers... they are haunting me
They tell me only lies,
They claim that they all hold the key
To keep me from demise

Although I do not trust their call
I'm starting to believe,

That the choice might not be mine at all
I think I am starting to percieve

That I might be within their hold

And maybe there's no way out
And all that, that the voices told
Should not be struck by doubt

But yet I keep on moving on

I keep on fighting back
Yet all hope is not yet gone
Although the prospect's black

I call to you, I need you now

I need you more than ever
Although I cannot tell you how,
Please save me from this endeavour

The tears I cry, they all fall down

Into this last vial
If I no longer should be around
This will shatter your denial

Know then what you could have done
Know then what you've fled

You would have been the only one
My very last, small thread

Of hope to one day get out,
Of this nightmare that somehow I,

Cannot live with or without
You, the whispers, let me die

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Word of the day:

twist in the wind
To be unassisted and without comfort in a situation likely to result in distress or failure.

Wordcount: 198

Fun factor: 1/5

Eight December Drabble

Katie had always hated to work with customer support. She hated to be the one to make people upset, kill their hope or even make them burst into tears. Of course she also got the chance to help people, but that didn’t change the fact that she felt like crap every time she had to turn someone down. Like only this morning, for instance. She had answered her phone and a middle-aged woman had answered, inquiring about one of their products.

“So you can see my order then in that computer of yours?”, the woman had asked.

“Yes, that's right m'am, so what is the issue you are having?”

“Well I only bought the one thing...”, the woman said and paused.

Katie was unsure if she was meant to answer to that or if the woman on the other end of the phone was simply hesitating, throwing around for words or thinking of how to express it the best. To be on the safe side she responded anyway. “Yes, I can see that.”

“Good... good..”, the woman responded absent-mindedly. “Well, the ruddy thing is broken, that's whats my issue, it wont turn on!”

“I see”, Katie replied. “And you made sure it wasn’t the batteries, tried with a different pair?

“I did that, yes, still no luck.”

“Well, in that case, I'll just have a package sent to you, free of charge of course, so that you can send it back to us, and we'll send you a new one.”

“Hrmpf... I was rather hoping that you would tell me how to repair it!”, the woman responded, rather grumpily.
“I'm sorry m'am, I'm no engineer, the best I can do is get you a new one.”

“Well”, the woman continued. “I screwed up the back and looked around to see what the problem could be, but I couldn’t make any sense of it whatsoever!”

Katie suddenly focused on the conversation more. Not again. Crap! “You... screwed it open, m'am?”

“That's right!”

“I'm sorry to say this – but that voids the warranty, it specifically says so in our terms of agreement.”

“So what?”, the woman retorted. Sounding rather aggressive now.

“So... that means that I cant help you after all. You have broken your part of the agreement, hence we cant fulfill ours.”

“That's rubbish that is! You're meaning to say you’re not going to replace this broken piece of crap?”

“I... I guess that's what I'm saying yes. I'm so sorry, but there's really nothing I can do, m'am.”

Katie then heard as the phone was thrown back on the receiver with a bang. It made her jump on her chair. With a sigh she straightened her headset, looked at the flashing buttons, but ignored them and instead went to the machine to get a cup of tea. This would be one of those days....

Word of the day:

rescind

Wordcount: 497

Fun factor: 2/5

Seventh December Drabble

Captain Bast had in his usual manner retired to the bar he often went to in between his great adventures, and as he often did, he was now telling the barman about his great adventures in between big gulps of rum.

"And then what happened?", the barman asked as he poured beer into a tall glass and handed it to a bearded man wearing a cloak.

"Arr, laddie, ye' see... I didn't know what to then", the Captain said and took a sip "but I trusted me gut, when all else fails, trust ye' gut, a lesson you outta remember me boy!" He took another sip. "Well...", he hiccuped. " - I knew I couldn't go back empty-handed now could I lad? Naah, I had to go on, so I picked a direction and went with it!” He chuckled.

The barman looked apprehensive. "Well?"

The captain tutted. "Calm down laddie, don't ye' go onto me like a ruddy sharkie now will ye'. I'll tell ye' what happened next! I found the ruddy place alright, I did - yes!" He nodded impressively as the barman pretended to go "Wow" and looked impressed. Would he get to the ruddy point already?

"I couldn't believe me ruddy eyes ye'kno... What luck eh! Who would'a thought! But I aint got me reputation for nothing ye'kno...!"

"So what was the treasure?", the barman asked eagerly.

"Awh, but now... I cant tell ye that, now can I laddie! Then you'll be liquoring me up and search me pockets the next thing I know!", he said aggressively as he raised his glass in a toast and hiccuped at the same time. He wasn't looking his best at the moment.

"I wouldn't!", said the barman and put on an innocent face. He didn't want to say any more. He wasn't that good of a liar.

"Arr... well, I guess it couldn't hurt, since I didn't bring it with me, laddie! Now listen closely!"

The barman nodded.

"The treasure wasn't one of the best I have found in me days, but it wasn't one of the worst either, mind you. Gold, ye' see, loads of it! And gemstones and trinkets. I even found a mighty fine sword, with a ruby-encrusted, golden hilt n'all!"

The barman looked impressed. And he was too, these things were becoming even more rare nowadays.

"Arr, yeah...", the captain said dramatically. "I wish I had known who they'd belonged to, ye'kno... then I could have felt even better if I could go there and laugh em in the face!" The captain chuckled heartily.

He took another sip. "Ah ye, laddie... What a treasure... but as I said, I didn't bring it with me, I hid it on the island of Cr-..."

The captain opened his eyes wide. "It's hidden, 'kay matey?", he said very quickly and took another sip.

The barman turned around and smirked. Two letters. He could do alot with two letters. Success again. What a great cover, to work as a barman.

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Word of the day:

tip one's hand
To inadvertently reveal any secret, particularly a secret that puts one at an advantage or disadvantage.

Wordcount: 500

Fun factor: 3/5

Sixth December Drabble

Kacey had recently started a new job as a kindergarten teacher, and she had since her first hour on the job admitted to herself that she was completely inadequate for this position and didn’t enjoy it at all. She never would. She felt like Maria with all the von Trapp children, only – she had 23 of them, not “only” 7.

The morning had started... well, under control at least. But when all the kids came back from their first recess Kacey dreaded their coming back. What would they put her through this time?

The lesson they were about to have was supposed to teach the children some manners, by them painting pictures of how they act when they meet someone for the first time. It all went well... Kacey handed out papers and all the children got their individual crayon boxes out. But then it began.

A red-haired kid named Steven took as many of his own crayons as he could and started running along the walls with as many crayons pushed against it as he could muster.

“Steven! STOP THAT!”, Kacey called, as she saw black, red, purple and green lines forming on the walls. “Stop that immediately!”

The other kids had started to cheer him on. Kacey had to stop it. She got up from her chair. The children responded to this action by taking their own crayons and started throwing them at her.

“Ouch, stop it. Ow, no, stop it! You are hurting me!”, she yelled. The children laughed at her. But then quickly ran out of crayons. Had they planned all this?

As Kacey looked up again a few more children had started to paint on the walls. A few others had started to rip pages out of the books by the bookshelf. Two blonde-haired girls had run to the piano and was jumping on the keys, she could her some of them breaking with large cracks.

Kacey experienced how all sound disappeared. The kids moved in slow motion, her whole body seemed to ache. She filled her lungs with air. She then screamed as loud as she could, in the foulest language that she knew. She took another breath and then screamed some more. Blood was rushing in heir veins to her cheeks and forehead, she could feel her own face burning. Scalding hot. Some of the children stopped and gaped at her. Oh my god. What had she done.

It didn’t take long for one of her colleges to arrive, who quickly got a sense of the scene and took her by the arm and led her out of the room and at the same time instructed the children to go nowhere and to do nothing until she came back.

When Kacey had calmed down, it came as no surprise that she got fired. They said that she wasn’t amiable enough for the job... whatever that means..., but really, she wasn’t sad to go, on the contrary, relieved.

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Word of the day:

amiable
Friendly; kind; sweet; gracious; as, an amiable temper or mood; amiable ideas.

Wordcount: 499

Fun factor: 2/5

Fifth December Drabble

Matt looked down at the scene, the camera at the ready. He needed to be careful with the angles, it all went so incredibly fast. He bent down, not daring to blink.

*

He had to get from here to there. He would have to jump. Would the weight of the big green thing slow him down so much that he would fall on the ground? Well he had to cross it one way or another, with the thing, without was not an option. If he had a running start maybe it would go better. He turned around, went a bit back, then turned back around and starting running, gripping the big green thing, three times his own size, with a firm grip and jumped. The fear of maybe not having enough speed to get across made time move as in slow motion. But with a big jolt he landed safely. He felt as the recoil from the impact made his legs tremble. Well at least he made it.Phew. Run, run, run.

*

Matt cursed. It had moved too quickly for him to capture. Maybe the next time. With disappointment Matt continued his stroll through the forest, at the same time deleting the blurry picture of the ant as he went.

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Word of the day:

hexapod

Any organism or being with six legs.

Wordcount: 211

Fun factor: 4/5