Writing Exercise 135

Hello again!
This week I was prompted by a member of my art group, and I decided to write you a drabble. Without further ado, here it is:

2018/07/11 – Reawakened (drabble)

He had heard of the magic of a kiss. There were stories of royal kisses releasing people from their curses, and there was truth to them, wasn't there? So when he, the prince, found her in the deepest of slumbers and none was able to rouse her from her sleep, he instantly knew what to do. Thus he bent down, drawn in by her sweet lips and kissed her, only to deepen it in the spur of the moment. She sighed, short of a moan, and her eyelids fluttered open. But he withdrew abruptly. For he had reawakened a zombie.

Writing Exercise 047

Do you believe in ghosts -- if only for just one day?
Today is Halloween, the night of the hauning ghosts, and living dead, and roaming monsters, and the supernatural.
Maybe you might want to keep your eyes open. You could witness something extraordinary. ;)

The last writing exercise of this month is also the last writing exercise before NaNoWriMo.
Of course, the topic is Halloween, but I hope you enjoy this drabble.
Have a nice holiday tomorrow!

2016/10/31 – Halloween (Drabble)

Tonight is the night. It is All Hallows' Eve. Big and round, yellow and orange, the pumpkins grin at you. Everywhere you go they sit on porches, railings, doorsteps, ogling you, laughing at you with sharp teeth and wicked eyes. At night their ghastly grimaces burn in the darkness like haunting creatures – lurking and waiting, ready to pounce. They look as if they might come alive any moment to haunt you, to taunt you. The wind howls and echoes their imaginative laughter from the trees. It feels as if they'd come for you, and maybe they do. Run, don't walk!

Writing Exercise 042

A new week, a new writing exercise! This time I wrote a triple drabble. The topic was 'the Walking Dead', which is a (in my opinion very good) horror series about...well, zombies, but mostly it focusses on the survivors of a zombie apocalypse, how they cope, how they survive, how they stay human in a world where there is no society anymore. What I did with this topic is -- ah, see for yourselves. ;)

2016/09/26 – The Walking Dead (triple drabble)

One day I woke up and felt something was different. I couldn't say what it was; I just knew my life had changed.

As I was still too tired, I didn't ponder and just stumbled out of bed then shuffled through the corridor. I was pretty hungry so I intended to raid the kitchen. On my way down I suddenly slipped and tumbled down the stairs with a dull thudding noise. I moaned. It hurt less than I thought it would, though. I got up and popped my joints back into the right place before I dragged my feet into the kitchen. But I found it just as empty as my stomach. I groaned, for I needed to stock up before I could have breakfast.

The bakery was just around the corner, so I didn't bother dress up further and left the house clad in my pyjamas. My neighbours wouldn't bother anyways. They didn't even greet when I looked their way. I didn't mind. The bakery was overrun with people. I peeked inside but didn't deem it worth the trouble. Instead I crossed the street, got almost run over by a speeding car, but stumbled safely towards the butchery. I had a craving for fresh meat, and as this place was self-service I happily helped myself. I had forgotten my wallet, but the butcher didn't mind; I often chalked up, so this was no problem at all.

As I returned home I noticed someone break into my house. Some people just had the audacity! Growling, I approached – intent on catching those thugs before they could steal my things. When I surprised them raiding my empty kitchen they were shocked to see me. They pointed a gun at me, but I pounced on them quickly.

What a feast for an undead!