Drabble: “Lure”

Aheila’s Drabble Challenge is a weekly feature on Aheila’s blog. The aim: to write a 100-word story (a drabble) ± 5 words, based on her prompt. This week the word is “Lure”. Here’s my take:

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Lure

The Venus flytrap opens her lips to release a sickly sweet perfume like a mating call. Not all will love it. But those who do will be lured into her clutches the way a witch charms her victims with unbreakable spells.

Shh, her quarry has arrived.

It stands at the entrance, hesitant and suspicious, yet tempted beyond reason. First one foot. Slowly another. Oh how intoxicating that smell! Delirium takes it forward in a rush of wild excitement.

The trap springs shut!

Inside her belly, surrounded by that sweet opium, it will die a slow death.

Hungry no more, she is content for now.

Drabble: “Race”

Aheila’s Drabble Challenge is a weekly feature on Aheila’s blog. The aim: to write a 100-word story ± 5 words (i.e. a drabble) based on her prompt. This week, the word is “Race”. Here’s my take.

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Race

I recoiled as the first blow fell. Then came the onslaught: fists raining down, feet kicking, boys jeering like a mob gone mad.

Taunting, hate-filled eyes challenged me to stop them. But I was helpless and they knew it.

Their vengeance spent, they reluctantly left. The iron grips around my arms fell away and I stumbled to the ground.

He just lied there, broken and bloody. Gingerly I touched my lover’s face. My skin against his—my dark chocolate against his white milk … now changed to red by gaping wounds.

I may be black, but my blood is red too.

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Afterthought: I kept the style obscure because it just seemed to suite this piece, but in case some meaning was lost I’m giving an explanation below (if you didn’t get the meaning, let me know in the comments please!)

A girl is forced to watch a gang of racists beat up her lover. She is black, but the part that makes this violence so much worse, is that her lover is white. “My skin against his—my dark chocolate against his white milk…” But his blood is red, and that is the only colour that matters—on the inside they are the same colour.

Drabble: “Name”

Aheila’s Drabble Challenge is a weekly feature on Aheila’s blog. The aim: to write a 100-word story (± 5 words) reflecting your personal take on her prompt for that week. After reading Ryan’s masterful efforts, I was inspired! So here’s my take on the prompt “Name”.

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Name

He stood alone, a solitary figure on the bustling platform, untouched by the restless throng around him. She watched him discreetly, like she did every morning. He intrigued her beyond reason.

Suddenly the crowd surged towards the opening doors, pushing her off balance. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and she found herself staring into a pair of dark, intense eyes. His eyes.

He gently pulled her upright, watching her closely. He didn’t let go.

“T-thanks,” she stammered. He blinked, then briskly turned and walked away.

She stared at the spot where he disappeared into the crowd. She still did not know his name.