Okay, really, I have no clue what a drabble is. Please, do me a favor and tell me.
Every day I think up little stories in math class, and write them down. These are those stories. A majority will be angst and romance, mostly because other genres I am using in other stories. A summary will be at the start, at the end of most will be a song lyric or other quote. I strive to make them exactly one page long each, although a few are off.
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-In The Blink of an Eye-
-Romance/Angst-
-Danny's POV-
-In Danny's final moments, his thoughts run astray to events in his life-
Time is such a fickle thing. When you need to get something done, it slips right through your fingers. When you have nothing to do, it stands stock still.
In this moment, my last moment, time is racing beneath my fingers. I know it coming, the great force to end it all. What's worse, I am powerless to stop it. I lay here, watching the sun go by as I have a million times, and now, for the last time. The last time I will see those beautiful rays, dancing along the dull gray I'm surrounded in.
It is not until now I fully realize what they mean when they say be thankful for what you have. There are so many things we have in life we take for granted. The song of a bird, the color of a flower-simple things you never think of in a day. The things that make life worth living.
Now I wish I had taken the time to think of of them. There are so many beautiful things I've seen and done I never took the time to remember... Especially her, my dear Sam.
I wish with all my heart that I could tell her that I do love her. I denied it for years, but now I know and I can't help but think of all the things we missed out on. The things we could have done, the time we wasted. All lost to the sands of time, my luck finally run out on me. My thoughts wander to my other loved ones, my family and Tuck.
I think of them, ignorant of what is to come. They believe I am having a vacation. The bitter irony. They will never know that their end is fast approaching, and that is good, they should be able to end their lives with a happy note. Ignorance is truly bliss. Going through their day, like the billions of others, myself the sole witness of the destruction just outside my grasp.
I look through the window at the bleak white expanse of the clouds around the bomber. I twist and fight against the glowing bonds holding me prisoner, to look at the device next to me, ticking with a wicked rhythm. I observe the blinking red light on the side, counting down slowly to the demise of everything and everything I hold dear, to their deaths.
Four minutes and thirty four seconds until the bomb.
How can the light that burns so brightly suddenly burn so pale, Bright Eyes...
(Bright Eyes)
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-Fly in the Freedom-
-General-
-Danny's POV-
-Danny flies and thinks about his life before being able to, and what it means to him-
I'm flying, flying, flying away. Through the sky I twirl. My fingers graze the tips of clouds, little ice crystals fringing on my silver glove. I smile, flicking off the miniature ice sickles with a twist of my wrist, back into the white mist.
I drop down, and see Amity Park once again become visible. The people I protect every day, the people who finally recognized me for the good I strive to achieve. I lower until I can make out the tiny figures walking along the streets, several seeing me and waving.
I wave back happily, slowing down so they can recognize the gesture before speeding back up and zooming through the airways, the wind whipping at my snowy white locks.
I turn invisible and fly through the streets, hugging corners and doing as many close calls as I can. If there's one thing I can't live with out now, it's flying. It is the very essence of freedom, to be unbound by gravity. I just peels off all my worries and doubts like nothing else can. It's just so... liberating. No thoughts, no worries, just the sensation of open air.
The air licks at my arms, pushing on me from all sides and urging me forward, into the wild yonder and the azure afternoon sky that welcomes me to become part of it.
I loop in the air, feeling the adrenaline pump through my veins. Not being able to fly is a distant memory now, I can barely recall being Earth bound. I think that, if everyone could fly, there would be a lot less evil in the world. It's just so calming, it's almost addictive.
I guess, in a way, I am addicted to it. I fly to relieve my worry, I fly to exorcise my anger, I fly simply for the sake of flying. Hardly a day goes by I haven't been airborne at some point or another, and really, I'm fine with that. Most of the time I fly to avoid a ghost, but I still enjoy it to the fullest. There's nothing quite like it, like swimming without water.
I look down and see my own house making itself known on the horizon, a behemoth if there ever was one. I turn intangible and fly into my room, transforming back into my human self, my hair now black as night and eyes the same azure as the world I just left.
I look at the table accursedly, I guess I'd better start that homework. Flying is great, but it makes a lousy excuse.
I want to fly High, so I can reach the highest of all the heavens...
(Believe in Myself)
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-Cherry Blossoms-
-Romance (fluff)-
-Danny's POV-
It's another Spring Day. The birds are chirping, the wind is whispering, flowers are blooming. Another beautiful Spring day.
I am sitting on a the branch of a Cherry tree, the thousands of miniature beauties decorating it's twisting branches hiding me from the world, invisible to the world.
I gaze longingly at the figure below me, my dear, dear Sam. I'll admit it, everybody's right- I love Sam and know it. I'm just scared that she doesn't love me back. It would hurt worse than any battle wound. I don't think I could ever be recover, ever be happy again.
I have good reason to fear, as I know just how twisted I can become. I never want to become that, so, I hide my feelings until I get a sign. If that sign never comes, I'll wait still. Sam is the only one I've ever truly loved. Sure I had little crushes on Paulina and Valerie, but they weren't as... real. Not as full and expansive, like shadows of what I feel for Sam. She's my lifeline, my light in the dark, my blanket in the cold, my everything.
She is sitting there silently, the only movement the wind gently brushing her cheek or the occasional turning of a page in the book she is reading. A silent angel is all I see when I watch her down there, unaware of the spell she casts on my longing heart.
I'm content to watch her for the rest of eternity, loving her from afar. Time seems to stand still as we sit there, unaware of the rest of the world. Sam enveloped in the worlds of her books, and myself captured by her aura.
I smile as the wind tussles her hair, whipping it astray. She looks adorable like that, so wild and free, and yet beautiful and elegant. Like the crane not yet preened after experiencing the joy of flight, or the wolf atop a mountain, crying into to night.
She stands to leave the bench, lifting her backpack gingerly and filling it with assorted this and that. She steps with an aura of mystery, one that make her so easy to love. Unpredictable in every sense of the word, and yet, with a certain rhythm to her life.
I shake my head and transform into my ghost form before flying away, the cherry blossoms twirling along with me. As I leave, one delicately lands on her head. She inspects it and looks up, seeing me zip off into the horizon. She smiles, placing it behind her ear and continuing home, her prayers answered by the small treasure from above.
Every time I see your Face, it reminds me of the places we used to go...
(Photograph)
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-Of Souls-
-romance/angst/tragedy/poetry-
-DANNY'S POV-
-Some thoughts of Danny in his immortality-
I wish to move on. As Angel or devil, never to be known, but still, I wish. The lost soul.
Everyone else has passed on to realms beyond, to the father's hands. The saved souls.
Killed by him, the heartless destroyer, the one who claimed their lives. The mirrored soul.
He was supposed to be stopped by the all knowing and all seeing one, The wisest soul.
Yet he fled and ended everything in the world, destroying them all. The innocent souls.
He left me here to rot in memory, in the way he killed her, my Sam. The cherished soul.
Bloodcurdling acts, acts beyond the realm of what even Vlad would do. The jealous soul.
His darkness took over, and killed all that was left of Danny Fenton. The emotional soul.
I never knew what fate befell him. Vlad's good never told me of it. The enlightened soul.
Second chances-gifts, but none to me. I wish to ask my sister of them. The helpful soul.
She protected me, aided me, and held my secrets from my dear parents. The caring souls.
They may have tried to kill me, but out of love, unlike other ghosts. The captured souls.
After centuries of fighting they have left me here, alone. I never saw her, the created soul.
A clone of myself. I wonder of her often. She is probably gone, like Val, the tricked soul.
I never told. If I did, maybe things would be different for her, for them. The wanted souls.
Never will their faces tarnish, I also gained perfect memory from him. The grand soul.
The one who made all this happen, in vain of the efforts of his son. The sacrificed soul.
They are gone to oblivion, like the millions of others who have died. The many souls.
How I wish to join them. Alas, I am what I am, forever. The Lost Soul. Danny Phantom.
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-Faults-
-Drama/Angst-
-Danny's POV-
-Danny discovers who's really at fault for his evil future.-
As I sit in my chair, looking at the medallion Clockwork entrusted to me, I can't help but wonder of just why I have it.
It came from stopping Dan, my evil self. His tale is one of sorrow, crushed by his own emotions into something barely recognizable as a creature that was, at some point, human. He was caused by the explosion, the explosion that killed them all.
The explosion was caused by my own foolishness. I exploded a small packet of condiments while fighting a ghost, which heated up the cookers to which my family would be glued when the explosion come. The ghost- her name was Box Lunch- came to me to distract me from the test, in an effort to stop my broken self, when she was truly the cause of it all. It's her fault all of it happened, her fault for bringing me to the stupid Nasty Burger. Box Lunch was insane, Box Lunch was annoying, Box Lunch was-
Box lunch was... sent by Clockwork. How did I miss that, she was sent by Clockwork. Clockwork sent her, who then attacked me, which heated the Nasty Burger, which exploded, which killed everybody, which destroyed my will to live, which spawned him. It was all because of... Clockwork.
He was the one who made it all happen. The one who made me evil. The one who... who saved me in the end. My savior was my destroyer, how fitting for my story. Parents trying to protect me from myself, crushing on the girl who wants my head on a silver platter, that's life. My life, anyway. I remember, Sam said that. Think of it later, Clockwork first.
I need to talk with him over this, he was the one who set all of this in motion, the one who created that devastating broken image of my future. He must know all of this would happen, all of it. He chose to put me through this, to clean up his mistake. Here I thought of him as a mentor. I should tell my friends of this, after confronting the Time Master who damned me to this fear of my shadow.
I barge in, eyes ignited in rage, as I silently search the home of my once thought savior and now known destroyer. I fly through the many gears, before gazing upon the mirror that had once revealed what he had spawned of my life. He'd better have a damn good excuse for this. I snarl as the figure becomes known, energy pooling in my hands."Oh Clockwork, we have some business to attend to..."
What you see, you can not Believe, but when we rise you'll know...
(Almost Dead)
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-her daughter, his daughter, my daughter-
-angst-
-3rd Person's POV-
-a dark secret is revealed about Sam's and Danny's lineage-
"We should tell her, it's a wonder she hasn't found out yet..." a middle aged red haired woman trailed off, looking to her spouse, a blond man with a rather angular face.
"I know dear, but it's for her own good. We can't let her now, those Fentons would take her away the minute they found out. I still don't know why we chose them, of all people..." the man continued, looking at a picture of his daughter sadly.
"We did it because they were bright. They may be morons now, but they used to be brilliant, and we wanted her to have the absolute best chances. I just wish she'd turned out better, they're why she's so... freakish... Those damn genetics..." the woman continued.
"She may be a Manson according to all of the medical records, but she can't escape her fate. No matter what we do she just won't bend, it's like some part of her knows we're not her real parents. I don't know how or why, but she always hangs around with those Fentons. You don't suppose she knows...?" he asked, face holding surprise at the revelation.
"I don't think so, otherwise she'd have told us by now. I just hate how it's only a simple DNA test away the she isn't a Manson, she's a Fenton. They have more than the equipment, it's only a matter of time before the secret spills." she answered.
"Dear, do you remember what we did to that poor woman and her children? I can barely recall the reasoning behind such sin any more. It's all for naught, and we'd better hope to high heck she never hears us taking about it, otherwise she'd hightail it to their place before the day was out." he asked, eyes crossed in concentration.
"I remember. We caught wind Maddie was pregnant and hired a hit man to have her to be knocked and kidnapped. She was having twins, and we took one for me. You must remember I'm barren, George, and we need somebody to carry on our legacy. I can only cringe at what's going on between her and that boy though, if they ever find out they'll, they might do something drastic. I can't have their blood on my hands..." she paused, looking downward in shame.
"If they ever fall in love and so much as attempt anything serious then we'll just have to separate them. No child of mine, even one who isn't my own flesh and blood, will commit such sin. We must never let her know. Sam Manson will never know she is Danny Fenton's twin, never. It's for her own good."
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-The reaper-
-horror/angst-
-Danny's POV-
-Danny's halfa soul gives him a rather unwelcome job come the death of his human half-
This is my life. Well, ex-life. I just had to be the smart one and get myself killed by Val. Now that my human half bit it, I'm still half ghost. Except now the second half is... whatever comes next. Of course, at fate would have it, this gives me a rather strange job.
I never wanted this immortal fate, trapped in the coils of the time line, watching people live out their lives, only to be snatched away by my own hands. Why did they have to assign halfas the duty of reaper? If I was half demon I would have been a gremlin. If I were half vampire I'd be somebody's conscious. No, I get to be the reaper and kill people.
Isn't that just a kicker? Danny Phantom, savior of the world several times over, turns out to be the grim reaper. All the people I spent years saving I am now forced to snuff out with one strike of my scythe. Sure I get all sorts of inter-dimensional goodies, but that doesn't really make up for the fact I swipe people's heads off for work. At least I still look like Danny Phantom, not like that last guy. You know, the one with the black robe? The guys upstairs didn't exactly want a hippy grim ripper, it sort of lost the mystique.
I feel a sting and look at my arm, a white skull showing. Show time. I thrust my scythe out, ripping reality a new one. I jump through to the home of whomever I'm knocking off today. Pretty normal. Pictures of kids on the walls, little doilies... Typical grandma place.
I feel an insistent tug toward a hall to the left, and follow it to the room of the dieing person. It's an elderly woman, dark and wrinkled like a prune. However, she has the energy to look up and see me smirking down at her. She gasps, mouthing 'you, phantom!'
My eyes blink, realization dawning. Well, if this isn't the greatest plot twist to end her life. It somehow seemed so fitting, a final chapter to our dismal tale of woe. "Ah, you remember me? And here you thought I was gone. If this isn't karma I'll eat my scythe. You see, when you killed me, I turned into the grim reaper. Now I kill you. Irony."
Her mouth opened in a wordless scream, eyes bulging as my words became clear, my scythe held at the ready for what was to come. She sent me into this pathetic excuse for an existence with those damn guns, and now I'll return the favor. All her fault, hers and Vlad's, but his halves were separated and killed decades ago. Three guesses who did it.
My scythe is raised high, and my voice rolls out like thunder, ringing in a tone that somehow seems horrifically appropriate. "Hello Valerie. And Goodbye." Slash
'deep down, we all bleed red and black'
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-True Purpose-
-angst-
-Ember's POV-
-Why Ember's a ghost and what her 'unfinished business' is-
I lie alone in my bed, my blue flame flickering around my head. Things have been getting worse. That dipstick's still beating me, and I still haven't been able to get him together with that goth chick. Fate's just so damn cruel to the artists.
I still remember when I died and my unfinished business was told to me. At first, I couldn't believe it. Depending on another person was not something I'd do. Ever. and yet, there it was in scarlet ink, and here I am trying to move on and be done with it.
Why does that dipstick have to be so stubborn about it? Why won't he just admit it and let me die, let me out of this hellhole? No, I can't blame him, he doesn't know. It would just make this so much easier if I could tell. Alas, as Walker puts it, 'that's against the rules.'
I thought for sure that love song I put on those two on top of that building would have done it, but that dark girl just had to break the spell by kissing that damn jock. I swear, if they die before they make up and I end up trapped here forever, I'll kick his ass for all eternity. I hate depending on his choices and feelings. I don't rely on anyone. It's not me.
I can't rely on anyone. I learned that I can't when that jerk I called a boyfriend conveniently forgot to stamp out that cigarette that lit the stage on fire, and then found my 'lost will' that gave him all my earnings. Farewell concert got a new meaning that day.
Of course, now he's off with that kitty chick. Him and that motorcycle, how she stands it is beyond me. Maybe that's why I hate that dipstick so much. Everybody else has love issues. Him, as soon as he finally coughs up the courage to tell that goth he loves her then they'll have everything set out straight. They're destined for each other, heck, when Spectra kidnapped them into that hospital I found out their names are freakin' spelled on the other's heart, in size 12 Times New Roman font.
I sigh, I might as well at least try to make those two fess up again. It's late in their human world, maybe a midnight sonata will do something. Humans, for reasons unknown, put a a lot of faith in dreams, and a good love song can usually make their imaginations stir.
As I grab my guitar and float into the green abyss, that one line flashes before me. Those damn words still ring in my mind... Play at Danny Fenton and Sam Manson's first date.
'It's so easy to fall in love, it's so easy to fall in love. People tell me love's for fools...'
(It's So Easy to Fall in Love)
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-The Phantom IM!-
-romance-
-Danny's POV-
-Danny answers some fanmail and finds a rather odd message-
I sat down exasperatedly as I turned toward the computer, two images appearing. Ever since I put up an email for Phantom the fan mail has been awful, however, it was light today... Every day I get threats, hyper fans, and worst of all, fangirls. This first message said:
OMG! YUR SO COL! U ROQ! P ) 4EVR!
Ah yes, that little icon that popped up on a message board somewhere and has since flooded my email box. I reply a generic thank you before turning to the next one, labeled simply; To DP. I curiously open the message, which looks a lot neater and more worked on than most. At least it wasn't Paulina gushing of her love for me again, that got so damn annoying...
I remember when we first met,it was kindergarten, you helped me up when Dash hit me.
L ong gone are such carefree times, where all we had to worry about was nap time.
O ther things have taken over. Feelings I can't describe or accept. It's so hard to watch.
V alerie, Paulina, it hurts so much to see you run off with them, ignoring me.
E very time people call us lovebirds, we deny it. I just hate lying about these feelings.
Y ou may not love me, but I can't keep it quiet. I just can't keep it under wraps longer.
O h how I wish I could yell it to the heavens, but I just can't. It would make things odd.
U nderstand, please, that I want this friendship to last, even though I love you.
-Sam.
Danny did a double take, to be sure. Sam loved him? His heart skipped a beat. She loved him. She loved him! How could he have missed it, and with all the clueless comments?
He nearly yanked the mouse out of the computer as replied:
I can't believe I was such a fool not to notice the signs, it seems so obvious now.
L ost among a see of precognitive decisions, it never crossed my mind.
O ur friendship will survive through this, because the feelings are more than mutual.
V irtual euphoria is running through my veins as I type, I can barely think straight
E very day we loved each other from afar, how stupid have we been, Sam?
Y ou and me, I guess everybody's right, we belong together through and through.
O utside, inside, left, right, up, down, it all reads the same, Sammy;
U nder our denial we have yearned for each other. You love me, and I love you.
-Danny
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