One shots

Scene 4 (words)

When stuck for something to write, I make my friends give me a word. Any word. And I write a scene with the word in it. Here are a couple.

boggle- Kaycie walked through the pouring rain of her small Louisiana town focusing only on her thoughts. She walked through the empty streets, her only company being the dying light from the streetlamp two blocks behind her. Thunder rumbled overhead and the sky light up with a brilliant flash of lightning. Kaycie looked straight up into the sky enjoying the feeling of the cool rain hitting her face. She continued down the dark street turning onto the all too familiar block where she lived with her family. She started up the wooden stairs to the porch when three loud gunshots rang through the silence of the night. Kaycie jumped back, falling off the porch and into the bushes below. She sucked in a sharp breath as tears welled in her eyes as intense pain shot through her arm. She tried to move her fingers, but was unable to. She cursed silently to herself in her pain and looked up in the darkness to the door of the house. Two tall men dressed in all black walked out of the front door as lightning flashed across the sky once more illuminating their dark faces. Kaycie covered her mouth silently, trying to keep the scream of fear from escaping her mouth. Her two best friends. Her mind boggled as she tried to grasp what had just occurred at her home.

babble- Aaric set his goblet down roughly onto the giant wooden table in front of him. His troops surrounded him on either side as they ate hungrily. “Sir,” a voice rang out from the end of the hall. The loud banter from the men ended almost immediately as a muscular man entered the hall dragging a small figure behind him. Aaric leaned back in his seat, slightly intrigued by the figure cowering behind one of his soldiers. “I found this scrounging for food in the barrels in back.” He snapped, tossing the figure to the floor in front of Aaric. The entire hall went silent as they waited for Aaric to speak. The figure on the floor shrank from his view as he stared at it. He stood from his ornate chair and walked to the figure on the floor only to lean down and pull the ragged hood off of the figure. Dirty long dark brown hair fell out from the hood and spilled around the face of a young woman. He placed his hand gently under her chin and tilted her face up to look at his. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of purple as they stared up at him filled with fear. She began to babble incoherently as she backed away from his touch. He rose slowly from the ground before walking to the soldier who had brought the woman into the hall.

“Bring her too my chambers, and make sure she does not leave.” He whispered almost inaudibly. The soldier grabbed the woman by her arm and led her from the hall as she continued to babble. Aaric returned to his seat at the head of the table, returning the goblet to his lips as the sound began to rise again in the hall. Aaric’s thoughts turned to the young woman that would be waiting in his chambers and what he would do about the situation.