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 Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:53 pm
Just a drabble for when Ruby first met Ian. IDK why I thought of it.
The first time she saw him was at dusk. He was moonlight pale and there was a heavy fog in the air. Ruby was delivering a package for her parents when she passed by the pier and saw a boy. He had straw colored hair and was looking at the water. He wore a heavy brown sweater and was sitting on the post, bare feet swinging back and forth.
"Hello?" she asked the new child. "I'm Ruby."
The boy looked over at her, and something about him scared her. His eyes were like a cat's, his expression was sad.
"I've lived here for a long time and if you need any help-" he jumped off the post and started to run away. Ruby decided not to chase him. After all, he must be shy.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 1:57 pm
LE GASP. This is so similar to how I thought an encounter like that would happen. Are you Ian, secretly?
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:48 pm
Tourniquet Static LE GASP. This is so similar to how I thought an encounter like that would happen. Are you Ian, secretly? No, I'm secretly a Grombie. And I was mostly inspired by a poem I read called 'Fog'. FogBy Carl Sandburg The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:06 pm
Matchsticks Tourniquet Static LE GASP. This is so similar to how I thought an encounter like that would happen. Are you Ian, secretly? No, I'm secretly a Grombie. And I was mostly inspired by a poem I read called 'Fog'. FogBy Carl Sandburg The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves onNOOO, GROMBIE! Not to cause offence but I don't really like poetry like that. I can see the draw of inspiration you took but I would say your drabble is a higher class than that little "Fog" thing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:49 pm
Tourniquet Static Matchsticks Tourniquet Static LE GASP. This is so similar to how I thought an encounter like that would happen. Are you Ian, secretly? No, I'm secretly a Grombie. And I was mostly inspired by a poem I read called 'Fog'. FogBy Carl Sandburg The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves onNOOO, GROMBIE! Not to cause offence but I don't really like poetry like that. I can see the draw of inspiration you took but I would say your drabble is a higher class than that little "Fog" thing. No offense taken. Poetry can be like sushi- a bit of an acquired taste and still there are some you just hate. heart I am tempted to write more drabbles like that though.
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