Welcome. This will become my go to place for writing inspiration and a way to keep my thoughts coming. I've always had good luck with drabbles to keep myself writing and posting and I thought it was time to start comitting to them.
While this is going to be primarily a Sam and Andy collection, you will see appearances by other characters, depending on how the word of the drabble plays out for me.
Each chapter in this collection will be a 200 word on the dot (hopefully) drabble and each will be inspired by a word. What that means is, each drabble will have a specific word incorperated into it somehow.
For example.
Drabble Word : Scared
I will be creating a list of words for me to follow as a sort of challenge.
Also, this collection will not follow the shows progression. I will be bouncing from season to season and episode to episode. Which means there will be a identifier for when the scene takes places.
Set : Late season three; inspired by the promos for the finale.
Not all drabbles will be inspired by episodes; some will simply be the results of half baked ideas finding a home.
Word Count : 200
And my disclaimer : I own the words, but not the world.
Hope everyone enjoys and please let me know what you think.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The second hand on the clock echoed with each second, the small sound amplified by the emptiness of the room.
By the emptiness of the entire 15 Division.
Andy hated the clock.
She hated the cold desk she stood before, the hard tiles beneath her boots. She hated the weight of her uniform and badge, the cold metal in her hands and the way her breath whistled between her teeth.
She stood alone in the center of her morality, hating herself.
Her shook, once, lightly, before she steeled her nerves and held the bomb still.
The bomb squad was on their way, Frank had informed her before he too had left.
Tick. Tock.
She closed her eyes, wished she was somewhere else.
To herself, she wished she was with Sam.
She nearly jumped when she heard the doors swish open, but froze, all her muscles locking as the metal ball trembled. She stared at it instead of the dark haired man making his way towards her.
"You shouldn't be here," Andy whispered.
"I know," Sam replied gently, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Sam, I'm scared."
"I know," he said again.
They stood together in silence.