May Drabble Contest

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DEADLINE: May 30, 23:59

What can you write in 150 words or less? Tell us a tale about one of your characters following the four categories of either unique, comedy, drama, tragedy.

Rules

• Must be an existing character on PRE.
  
• Maximum of 3 entries, one per character.
  
• Please use the spoiler tag for your entries.
  
• Include the category you are entering your piece for each entry.

So what do you get if you win?

• + 50 WEP per entry
  
• + 300 WEP for winning
  
• + 100 WEP for an honorable mention

Make sure to post with the account you wish the WEP to be added to. Use the following code with your entry and delete the asterick (*) to make it work properly.

[blockquote][*spoiler=CHARACTER NAME, category]YOUR WHOLE DRABBLE POST HERE[/*spoiler][/blockquote]

Good luck!

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[alyssa]

all WEP to Alyssa

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How long had she been sitting there, like a statue? Her back and neck had long since started and stopped aching from the position she was in. Her legs were crossed against the cold floor of Meteor Falls, and her hands occasionally strayed from their clasped position in her lap to gently pet the pokemon before her. She must have been there for hours.

Her back was curved over, and her neck was bent down so the beloved Espeon in front of her wouldn’t have to strain to touch foreheads with her trainer. The pair had been in silent meditation since they woke up. They exchanged feelings and thoughts with each other, even if it was nonverbal.

The trainer had only recently learned about what had happened to the world while she was secluded. War was frightful. All morning she had debated her position.

Alyssa made the decision to join.

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The pink of the roses blossomed against the green grass of Pallet Town. How lovely it was, the flowers responding to the spring air that swept through the tiny rural corner of the Kanto Region. ”Daddy!” The small gray-haired girl called out to her father, a man standing a short distance off. ”I’m going to go to the hill!” With a nod, he released her from the grasp of staying within her boundaries. She darted off, running down a well-beaten path as quickly as she could.

She was experiencing déjà vu.

She knew what would happen.

Everything would soon vanish.

Her feet hit the soil, and it echoed around her, just like everything else. The world turned gray in a blurring mass before falling to blackness completely.

Kirsi woke with a start, her sightless eyes staring into her room. That dream always haunted her - the dream of losing her sight.

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The cloaked figure across from her recalled his pokemon in a red flash before crossing his arms in triumph. She couldn’t see his expression. She didn’t want to. It would only be a reminder that she had failed once again. A reminder that she would always be inferior to him. He was a prodigy. How long had she been in his shadow?

Too long.

Her loss raged like a fire in her heart and mind. She hated losing.

She landed on the ground, her knees sinking into the cave floor as rocks clawed at her skin. She ignored it entirely, her entire body trembling. How could this happen? How?! She wanted to do many things in that instance.

Clenching her fist, she begrudgingly recalled her fainted pokemon.

As though Lance wasn’t there, Clair looked up at the cave ceiling and shouted with anger, ”Why can I not win against him?!”

[black]

Hooray. Should do it now before I forget...

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It had been a long day and Fennel wanted to rest, her house was only a short walk from The Dreamyard, but today she was just too tired. That meant settling down with her pack and taking a nap was the only option. She quickly fell asleep only to wake up in the air?! The Pokemon had rebelled against her! The Munna and Musharna were twirling her in the air using psychic, making it impossible to get down. Fennel would have had her Munna bring her down, but it was just going along with the camaraderie! Well this was great, she was in The Dreamyard stuck waiting for some nice person or Pokemon to LET HER DOWN! Oh boy, she wasn't feeling so well, here comes the vomit. All Fennel could do now, was hope when her night in shining armor arrived that he didn't care about looks.

[Lily]

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The knife in her hands shook, her body trembling, her eyes wide. The blood was all over her, splatters on her clothes, dribbles on her cheeks, splashes at the edges of her dress...

NO!

Stellar dropped the knife.

The metal weapon hit the floor with a loud clatter, the sound echoing eerily. Her breathing was erratic, Stellar raised her hands, eyes widening at the blood covering them, dark like chocolate, red like a beating heart...

What...what did she do!?

She could feel bile at the back of her throat, and heaved. If there was anything in her stomach, it would've been gone by now, but there wasn't anything in the first place, was there? Shaking, hyperventilating, Stellar eyed the body she had stabbed her knife repeatedly into.

Who...? The dead stared back at her with lifeless eyes and lips moving to say-!

She woke up.

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Both of her eyes are opened, but only one can see.

Lying beside a river, Lily giggled softly, resigned. So she lost her left eye.

She messed up.

Beside her, in the river, her Kingdra rested quietly. Lily turned to face him. Sensing the gaze, Twister faced her as well.

'Dragons,' Lily could hear her father's teachings, 'Are difficult but powerful creatures. They care for no one but themselves, but if you can control one...'

No one but themselves?

Lily narrowed her eyes. If they only cared about themselves, why would Twister had warned her, then? He could have easily escaped from her, leaving her blind and helpless and dying...

"Thank you," she whispered, blushing lightly, feeling vulnerable.

Twister tilted his head towards her. Lily could see the understanding in his eyes, and he nodded.

The Kingdra was her father's. Maybe that's why he saved her.

Maybe.

[banter]

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A lot of people entered the war to fight for what they believed in. Some wanted revenge. Others felt obliged to serve the regions. Those all sounded like nice justifications to Dez. Noble, even.

Dez hadn't joined the war for that. Dez wore the Lux uniform so he could have a license to kill people.

"For art" seemed such a hollow battle cry. Did he really need to shoot people just to smear blood red paint on a canvas? No.

The war was a mess, it was a hell with no right or wrong. Everyone saw the war as something different. What was it for him, then? His latent murderer's wake-up call?

If so, it was too late. That inner madness had already clawed out of its cage. Fretting was useless at this point.

Dez supposed he'd just have to go with it.

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Philippe Fabre was a composed, serious man in the company of almost everyone. Dorian was the exception.

Dorian was the one he had gone to, hands dripping with blood and shaking so hard he could barely hold the phone, pleading with him to help him hide the fucking body before the police tore him apart. Dorian had carefully dug the grave with a rusty old shovel in the middle of nowhere while Philippe doubled over vomiting and choking on his recent memories.

Dorian had seen him lose composure. That was why Philippe could never let him leave. His enemies he held close, but his friends closest of all.

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Cody's typing speed was back up to eighty words per minute. Not bad. Still twenty below before. Enough to keep him his job, though.

The fingers on his right hand still needed to be forced onto the keys. His whole arm felt like a marionette, the pink ridged scar of a seam down its underside only proving that it was fake, that this was not a part of him but some disobedient pet affixed at the elbow.

One more try at the test. Seventy-three. The doctors said the healing process was over. This was it. Seventy-three tiny black words on a page per minute, twenty-seven words stolen by nerve damage.

Focusing his anger on such trivia helped. Better to focus on the small things they had taken from him than to drown in the memories of the large.

Maybe one day he'd even recover.

[tantan]

WEP to Chase

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He never chose to sleep. As much as possible, as much as his body could endure, Shamees chose not to sleep. Waiting for him in the darkness of his unconsciousness were nameless spirits dragging out the feeble humanity in him, the weakness of experiencing despair. Memories he didn't even know existed burn his vision with intense colors - of the faceless soldier that he suddenly knew, of the crying children that suddenly had a voice, and of an enemy that suddenly had a name - made him scream for them like pain sawing his chest.

Drenched in cold sweat, eyes dressed in tears, he'd wake up, losing all the remorse he had, only for fear to seize control of his shaky breaths.

It was all just a dream, a nightmare he wouldn't choose over a swift death in the battlefield.

He took comfort in his loneliness. He had no one to lose.

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The heart was a maze of emotions. In his desperate search for an exit, Chase exhausted himself. While the weaker men drowned themselves in alcohol, he forced upon himself hours of mindless jogging in the canyon. The easiest way out wasn't always the right thing and yet, the way to the path of thorns was shrouded in mystery. He had to blindly traverse in the darkness where holes and cliffs waited for him to fall, where a path of self-destruction could be awaiting him instead.

Midnight dawned. Both his mind and body were weary but a cruel insomnia struck his dead eyes, the only light in them coming from the campfire. He was tired, exhausted, DEAD.

Numbness clenched him
he could hardly breathe.

He was too tired to do anything and was left to listen once more to the sorrowful echoes howling in his head.

Jian Liang was dead.

[caroline]

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"Dante! No, Dante! You can't!" crying hysterically, Caroline fought his angry force to push her out the door. With a slam, the onslaught of the pouring rain began to bounce off of her head as she rapped the door.

"Dante it was one guy! I'm sorry!" Jiggling the handle and wiping her mascara-run eyes, Caroline soon-to-be Delacroix could feel her love slipping away.

When the door reopened her fiancée loomed over her, his expression empty. Quickly she smiled and wrapped her arms around him, a soft laugh filling the tense air. Bex and Alphonse still slept.

Behind him she noticed her suitcase, filled. "No! Dante! If I leave now we won't make it! Please!" As she fell into a daze, Caroline could feel her fingers curl around the heavy luggage as Dante thrust it into her arms and pushed her out the door one final time.

[navitas]

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Is there anything more majestic then a herd of wild Tauri as they thundered over their home plains? So free, so grand, waves of mighty bull pokemon galloping over the sea like grass as if they were flying. Their fur ruffled and their tails flailed wildly as they fought the wind. They grunted and howled as their hooves flew across the ground, their heads and their horns were pointed outward so that none would stand in their way. Their…McTauros brands shined in the sun…er ah and their Bouffalant…cousin rode close behind in an attempt to join their great prance…with a…rider with blue hair and a rather large shotgun…who began blasting away at the Tauros….killing them one by one while laughing like a lunatic.

…It seems McTauros had messed up Ardos’ order again. They should really start locking the entry to their slaughterhouse pens.

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You, a wandering spelunker searching for adventure, have come upon a mysterious mansion. After exploring the mansion extensively, you come upon a clown in a study, sitting in a lounge chair and smoking a pipe. He notices you and says, “Why hello there dear sir. Congratulations on finding my lair.” He takes out a key and hands it to you. “Please, use that key to enter the treasure room in the basement and take anything you wi-“

Suddenly, another angry looking man comes in and yells, “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Navitas chuckled and replied, “Why I’m your fairy godmother!” The other man screams, “Stop stealing the key to my musical prostitute dungeon and sending people down there. Their singing is murderous! AND STOP BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE!” Navitas unleashed several “Whoo hoo!” noises before bouncing out of the house, leaving you to rethink your life choices.

[daigo]

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he paced outside the operating room, nervous. his wife was in there, and he wasn't allowed in until the baby arrived.

he paced quicker, swearing under his breath; he was going to run a hole in the floor at this rate. he jerked nervously upon hearing his wife's screams; a part of him wanted to rush in there, but he held himself steady.

no. no reckless man would be a good father.

he heard more cries of pain. it hurt his heart, until the screams stopped, and suddenly -

- one of disappointment. a loud one, too.

oh fuck yes it was a son.

he could not contain his smirk as he walked in to see his newborn son. "it's a son, isn't it."

"egg hatch you, rizal."

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he laughed, clapping his hands while wrapping his hands around his brothers' shoulders.

he wore a big grin as the clock chimed twelve. christmas came early this year.

at the front of the baskerville summer villa was a massive cake, and upon it was a pair of car keys. doyle snatched them up at once, before the cake exploded into a mass of cream and money.

conan scrambled to get the money; arthur wrapped himself around a man that had pirouetted out of the cake; doyle disappeared around the corner.

soon, they were seated comfortably in a car - conan counted his money, arthur giggled with the man, doyle floored the pedal.

what could go wrong with men, money and a maserati?

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he stares at himself in the mirror and a man stares back.

the same face, the same hair, the same body. but a different expression: the other man is a child, awkward, fragile, troubled. trapped in a circle of shadows.

he looks up to another boy his age, wanting to be who he is, but does not realize that the other boy is trapped in his own shadow, wanting the exact same thing.

and so they chase each other like growlithe chasing their tails.

when the game is over, they drift apart.

[byrant]

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Floating down a calm river. Nothing really simple or complicated. Just floating. It was like the life Byrant had wanted, a simply yet exciting life. He laid there on his back, letting the current carry him off to where ever it may while his Dewott swam around him. "This so really fun huh Olly?" the boy said as his Dewott swam up to him and nuzzled him, making the boy laugh. Soon the both of them were on their backs, letting the river carry them off as they watched the sky go by. Without a single care in the world, yup, for them, life was perfect right about now.

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It was a rather quiet morning for Tabitha, who was still asleep in his polka dotted underwear while his Mightyena Fido slept next to him on his bed. "Oh Maxie~" the man said in his sleep as he turned around and grabbed Fido, squeezing the poor canine as he cuddled and hugged him. "Oh Maxie~ I'm so glad you fired Courtney~ That skank of a woman can no longer be between us now~" While Tabitha was squeezing Fido, the Mightyena had enough, and with an evil smirk, bit his master on the face. It was enough to say that it was enough to wake up the Magma Admin. "OW MAXIE! I LIKE IT ROUGH BUT NOT THAT ROUGH!" He soon realized where he was and looked at Fido. "Um...I didn't say anything...in my sleep right?"

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The rain stung on his face. The young teen stood there, watching his father, no, not his father, a traitor, try to stand among the battered body of his own Pokemon. Father and son were fighting, fighting because of the differences of their beliefs. "Please son...no more..." Skimir glared at his father, how dare he call him that. "Shut up, I'm not your son. You tried to kill me..." he growled as he gripped the gun he stole from his so called father. "Now...to finish this...You tried to kill me...so I need to do the same." He raised the gun and aimed it towards the man who used to be his father, aimed it just right for the head, and without a second thought.

He pulled the trigger.

[ace]

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No. No. It was the same thing all the time, just with different subjects.

If f was continuous and nonnegative of the interval [a,b], then the area A of the region had to be bounded by the graph of f.

Of course. Eureka!

That meant the x-axis and the vertical lines x=a and x=b had to result in some absurd parabola. On top of this worksheet, he still had Joker's biology paper to proofread. The teen wrote well. He could have King proofread it. Writing papers weren't even Ace's forte. King was the eloquent one. There was a reason why the redhead was the one writing the songs to Blackjack and Ace was the one who helped put the tunes behind the syllables. It was a partnership, unlike this.

"... better get started then," he mused to himself, lead scratching against paper for the fifteenth time tonight.

[tristan]

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What is the approximation of the value of sine 1 obtained by using the fifth degree Taylor polynomial about x=0 for sinx?

King stared at the page, pencil twirling about his fingers aimlessly. He mentally weighed the amount of fucks he gave to his math assignment.

He came up empty.

The seventeen year old rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He was forever glad his room was soundproofed, music blasting from the speakers against the wall, his parents having been long tired of his antics. King chucked the pencil and picked up his cell phone, dialing a familiar number from speed dial.

"Hey Ace. Ever wonder what would happen if we set a Girafarig loose in school?" King grinned. Sometimes he felt bad for the other boy. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Joker would know where to get a girafarig.

[alexia]

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Waiting. The worst part of it all was waiting. Waiting for him to leave, to say goodbye. Waiting for him to return, to say welcome back.

Now they were sat waiting for him to come home, but it was so late. It had been four days since it had been announced, that an attack had befallen Kanto and Lux was taking control, but they wouldn‘t believe it. The reports that he had been caught in the attack.

Knocking. A familiar sound, one that brought about a range of emotions as the eighteen year old rushed toward the door. His dad wasn‘t dead. No. He was home. He was safe. He wasn‘t gone, and he wouldn‘t feel bad because this was the one time they hadn‘t managed to say goodbye to each other. No, that guilt and sadness building in his gut could go away.

It was the Postman.

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The sun was shining. The wind was blowing. The day would‘ve been pretty perfect, if Wally‘s luck wasn‘t treating him in the usual way. It was his first time exploring the northern reaches of Hoenn.

Of course, that would have to result in him having a run in with a Pokemon normally treated as a rarity in the area. This was, of course, how he had his first run in with a Skarmory. Happily trudging along, even as the sky began to fill with ash, and the wind seemed to slow, he hadn‘t thought anything of it. Even when a shadow had brushed over his own, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Then the ground wasn‘t beneath his feet, and he was picked up by the shoulders, then dropped unceremoniously into a nest made of sharp twigs and bushes. Wally‘s luck never failed.

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Why in gods name had he been invited here of all places? Did they not realize what Pokemon like this did to him?

A sneeze echoed, quickly followed up by another. Why did Dahlia do this to him? Blurry eyes darted around, seeing the wide array of electric typed Pokemon, largely made up of Elekid, Mareep and the occasional Flaffy. When the woman had said they were visiting a friend of hers, she had neglected to mention the woman was an electric specialist.

Another sneeze, and he could feel his urge to kick something rising. It wasn‘t just the allergy that was annoying him. No. She then had the indecency to run off and leave him With the Pokemon. He wouldn‘t stand for it.

Turning to leave, he walked right into the overly affectionate embrace of an Electrivire.

[gold]

Spotholder |D

[volky]

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"Daddy? Where's mommy?" Dante heard the little boyish voice that Dante loved dearly. Dante's heart clutched as the woman he had once loved dearly was mentioned. He turned to look at the little boy rubbing the sleep from his eyes. They had only recently moved into a small apartment once Dante had conned enough money to get them somewhere other than a studio. Box's lined the walls with a promise of the future, a promise of how much better things could get.

"Mommy is... not here, Alphonse... Mommy went away." Dante said his voice choked as he tried looking at the little boy. Dante only looked at the bright smile on his face and tried to keep himself from sobbing. Could he provide for his children? What would the future hold? Would he be able to keep his children out of the war?

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A set of Daisy's set on her nightstand table as Maria Rogers rolled on her side and looked at the overly cheerful flowers. She soon buried her face in the pillows and felt anger well in her. She could mourn couldn't she? There wasn't a set time she could mourn for her own child was there? She had the right to cry for Apollo even if she seemed to be the only one who cared! Tears of anger streamed down her face as she looked at the picture of her perfect 'family' she kept on the wall in a dark corner. Griff, smiling and seeming content for once, was holding Apollo. Her precious little boy. What happened to her family? What sin had she committed! What sort of game was fate playing now! She couldn't stand, she couldn't eat, where was the optimistic outlook she'd had as a child?