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gobsmacked (gobsmacked) wrote, @ 2011-06-15 21:46:00

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	harry 2011-06-16 02:23 am UTC (link)
	nightmare and ecstasy, make it happen! (Reply to this)(Thread)

drabble | #153 nightmare gobsmacked 2011-06-18 12:33 am UTC (link)

Running. Running through the words. Being chased. Angry. Angry dragon. Fire breathing. Fire down his neck. Fire. Angry fire. Fire on his trouser leg. Fire hurts. Fire stings. Must keep running. Stumbles. Thump, thump, thump. Angry dragon. Leaves in face. Branches cut face. Keep running. Legs hurt. Legs tired. Legs feel like jelly. Look bag. Dragon close. Stumbles over log into lake. Lake is warm. Lake feels nice. Lake hides him. Fishies say hello. Mermaids! Dragon stares into water. He makes faces at him. Can’t get me I’m the Bobbybreadman. Neener neener. Dragon snorts. Boy laughs. Boy does somersault in the water and waves at mermaids. Suddenly feels dragon reach out and grab him. Pulls him from his watery haven. Looks at him. Dragon has scary eyes. Dragon’s nostrils flair. Dragon breathes in. Dragon breathes out fire. Boy dies. He sits up straight in bed, his heart pounding and chest heaving quickly. That was a close one. “Mummy!” he cries, afraid to step off of his bed. The dragon could be hiding underneath waiting to snatch him. Mummy would come though and scare that dragon away. “Mummy!!!” He throws his covers off the bed and looks down, frowning at the dark, wet circle he’s sitting on. His face turns red and he begins to cry harder. “MUMMY!!” He screams. He’s scared and embarrassed. He’s wet the bed again for the third time this week. His mother comes in, embraces him before lifting him off of the bed and taking him wordlessly to the bathtub. She bathes him quickly, re-dresses him in nightclothes and changes his sheet. She sings to him softly to lull him back to sleep and kisses his ginger head before she goes. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	caddyshack 2011-06-16 02:26 am UTC (link)
	300. Good intentions. (Reply to this)(Thread)

drabble | #300 good intentions gobsmacked 2011-06-18 12:47 pm UTC (link)

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. The ring burned a hole in his pocket for weeks. It weighed him down like an anchor in the sea and he was paranoid some loser wearing x-ray vision glasses was going to pickpocket him for it. The velvety box had turned Bobby into a paranoid mess who could barely speak around his own girlfriend. He was waiting for the perfect moment, but it never came. There had been a few where he thought they’d been perfect, but just as he was readying himself to take a deep breath and settle on one knee in front of her, something would happen and interrupt that serendipitous moment. He was getting restless and the blue box seemed to gain weight with each day he carried it. Bobby Spencer was not used to feeling any of this and finally he decided to just go with it. Screw the perfect moment. He’d make an imperfect moment perfect. It could bring them closer. But that imperfect moment never turned perfect. On the spectrum from imperfect to perfect the little arrow pointed so hard to imperfect it nearly broke just like their relationship did. There would be no proposing. There would be no more relationship. His good intentions had been rewarded with his own perverse heartache. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: drabble | #300 good intentions caddyshack 2011-06-18 01:09 pm UTC (link)
	poor bobby! :O (Reply to this)(Parent)

	cannibalism 2011-06-16 02:26 am UTC (link)
	282, poison (Reply to this)(Thread)

drabble | #282 poison gobsmacked 2011-06-18 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Four year old Bobby sat in the kitchen of his family home. His older sister worked on her homework near by and his very pregnant mother was at the stove preparing supper for the family. Bobby stared at his yellow sippy cup hard. His sister made fun of it. “You’re not a baby anymore Bobby. You shouldn’t drink out of a sippy cup. It’s stupid.” He stuck his tongue out at her. He’d drink out of a sippy cup if he wanted and his fingers curled tighter around the side handles. “Mummy. What if I put poison in my cup?” He wondered aloud. Ashley rolled her eyes and their mother turned with a brow furrowed to look at her middle child. “Why would you do that, Bobby?” The little ginger boy shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “I dunno. Just cause.” An all too familiar evil grin spread across his face slowly and he dropped his sippy cup (TAKE THAT ASHLEY, IT DIDN’T SPILL ANYWHERE BECAUSE IT’S A SIPPY CUP) as his hands went flying to his neck clutching as he pretended to suffocate. His little body weaved from side to side like he’d seen on the telly as he stumbled out of the chair. He hit the ground with a thud and began to roll side to side, wriggling as if his insides were turning themselves inside out from the effects of this dastardly poison he’d injested in his grape juice. “Help! Mummy! Asher!” He croaked, reaching out with a weak hand to them. “Save me. I’ve been…” He gulped. “Poisoned!!” And then his body lay limp on the ground. “Dead”. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m related to you.” Ashley seemed unimpressed. “My dear boy!” Their mother cried, rushing to his side and awkwardly settling on her knees next to him. She curled his body into hers as she held him and ran a hand over his ginger hair. “Oh, my son. Please don’t die. Pretty please.” She begged of him and inside Bobby was smiling. He moaned softly and his mother gasped. “He’s alive!!” His eyes opened slowly as if coming out of a deep slumber. “He’s alive!!” She repeated with equal excitement as before. “Oh, my sweet Bobby, I’m so glad you’re alive.” “Mum?” He croaked groggily before reaching up to touch her cheek with a small hand. “Is that you Mummy?” She nodded, wishing she could will tears down her face to further make the boy believe she believed him, but she couldn’t. Instead she continued the charade throughout dinner, integrating his father, as her eldest rolled her blue eyes. Imagination was important and her Bobby had that in spades. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cannibalism 2011-06-20 11:32 pm UTC (link)
	osirnglksndgflksdfg oh my GOD. THIS IS THE ACTUAL CUTEST THING??? i want more baby!booby. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	edison 2011-06-16 02:27 am UTC (link)
	cuddle, youth, evil, promise, music, cigarettes, hide and seek, dancing- i hope i picked some interesting ones for him! (Reply to this)

	bposey 2011-06-16 02:32 am UTC (link)
	Deception. Eternity. (Reply to this)

	poltergeist 2011-06-16 02:34 am UTC (link)
	126 Paint (Reply to this)

	redrum 2011-06-16 03:22 am UTC (link)
	I want Blindfold and Whiskey (Reply to this)

	pianoforte 2011-06-16 03:40 am UTC (link)
	79. one night stand (Reply to this)

	tyrion 2011-06-16 02:06 pm UTC (link)
	243, 155 (Reply to this)

	tyrell 2011-06-16 02:36 pm UTC (link)
	006. (Reply to this)

	celebi 2011-06-16 05:24 pm UTC (link)
	256 - surprise (Reply to this)

	abcd 2011-06-16 09:25 pm UTC (link)
	travel, vulnerable. (Reply to this)

	betaphi 2011-06-17 02:30 am UTC (link)
	70 (Reply to this)

	mugatu 2011-06-17 02:34 am UTC (link)
	genetics! (Reply to this)

	bronn 2011-06-17 03:21 am UTC (link)
	stolen moments. (Reply to this)

	losfeliz 2011-06-18 03:53 am UTC (link)
	OH HAI. I'll take 294 RAZOR. (Reply to this)

	connery 2011-06-18 11:06 am UTC (link)
	7 (Reply to this)

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