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Jan. 11th, 2005 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfgrove The silver moonlight dripped between the dark leaves of the old oak, tracing shadows of light across the pale skin of the man dressed in expensive-looking silks. Wisps of long hair fell over the closed eyelids, and spider webbed over the tips of the long pointed ears on either side or the triangular face.
She glanced over at him again. This was not a safe place to sleep, certainly not at this time of night, when drunken revelers still ambled across these parking lots toward their cars.
Her friends were a little ahead now, and one had promised to pay the cover charge to enter the bar. She dare not fall too far behind. Yet her feet rooted to the pavement as she watched a drunken man stumble towards the oak, keys out, singing off-key about a pick-up truck. The man froze a moment, turned, and then inexplicably walked a large curve around and past the tree.
The sleeping man opened one glowing-green eye to regard her over the distance.
She shivered and turned, jogging lightly to catch up to her friends.
She had seen him nap there before, and would probably see him do so again. He had probably slumbered there in days before she was born. He would likely take respite there long after she was buried and her children had children of their own.
An elf did not need the concern or advice of a human.
I was trying for a "drabble". A short story in 100 words or so. Ended up at 239. Meh. It was neat. I may try again later. I'll go for short stories under 400 words for now and see how that goes.
I'd never heard of them before a few days ago, when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
selphish won a Kindom Hearts drabble contest with her awesome piece.
I'm always up for trying something new with writing or art.
She glanced over at him again. This was not a safe place to sleep, certainly not at this time of night, when drunken revelers still ambled across these parking lots toward their cars.
Her friends were a little ahead now, and one had promised to pay the cover charge to enter the bar. She dare not fall too far behind. Yet her feet rooted to the pavement as she watched a drunken man stumble towards the oak, keys out, singing off-key about a pick-up truck. The man froze a moment, turned, and then inexplicably walked a large curve around and past the tree.
The sleeping man opened one glowing-green eye to regard her over the distance.
She shivered and turned, jogging lightly to catch up to her friends.
She had seen him nap there before, and would probably see him do so again. He had probably slumbered there in days before she was born. He would likely take respite there long after she was buried and her children had children of their own.
An elf did not need the concern or advice of a human.
I was trying for a "drabble". A short story in 100 words or so. Ended up at 239. Meh. It was neat. I may try again later. I'll go for short stories under 400 words for now and see how that goes.
I'd never heard of them before a few days ago, when
selphish won a Kindom Hearts drabble contest with her awesome piece.I'm always up for trying something new with writing or art.
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Date: 2005-01-12 05:48 am (UTC)Gonna do lot more of these eh? Neat
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Date: 2005-01-13 12:26 am (UTC)Pretty cool. Elves do what the hell they want to do.