Decorations rattled from the boom of suddenly displaced air. A figure appeared in the hallway across from the study. Her eyes met a dragoness on a couch, looking back with a neutral expression. “Where am I? Are you a demon?”
“My home. And it depends on where you are from, summoner.. However, I do enjoy collecting lost souls.” She smirked, “You seem a little lost.” The dragon stood slowly, tasting the fear radiating from her visitor.
The figure held her ground as the dragoness approached, smile growing wider, “Want to make a deal, my dear?”
“What kind of a deal?”
Drabble is a form of extremely short storytelling, where you are limited to exactly 100 words.
(This post has been imported from an old blog of mine.)
Dark brown stains led down the hallway, a sticky substance showing the path my victim took. The stench of blood rose into the air. I followed the trail, heard ragged breathing from behind the closet door.
He tried to lunge for my knife as I exposed his hiding place, but the furry paws of a teddy bear are not very strong. I stabbed down, and more dark liquid poured from his wounds.
The sound of police sirens came from somewhere in the distance, I grabbed an arm and squeezed the blood into a container before running. Chocolate is so good.
Drabble is a form of extremely short storytelling, where you are limited to exactly 100 words. I wrote this one a long time ago.