A 100 words drabble series. The prompts aren't mine; I found them on the Internet.

A mix of Animal Parade and Tree of Tranquility, because I forgot the differences between the two. And uncannon timelines because I cheated.

(To old readers:

Surprise! I finally decided to finish this, woo-hoo!

Also, I edited certain prompts and tried to get rid of some mistakes. At the same time I deleted some arcs that were referenced to but never approached again later on. If you spot an error, please point it out!

Moreover, I chose to slightly change the format of this fic: every chapter will contain 5 prompts instead of only one, which means at the end this will have 20 chapters instead of 100. Less loading to do for everyone!)

Silhouettes

Spring (Prompt 1-5)

Prompt: shackles

Smiling, she took in a deep breath.

The world was painted blue; up and down, left and right, blue overwhelmed.

There was only this small boat, a splatter of white and brown in the middle of a millenniums old sea.

It smells like sun and freedom. It smells like perfection, she wanted to tell the captain when he asked her if she was enjoying the sail. She didn't say it out loud. He would have laughed.

For the whole duration of this boat trip, Molly hadn't dared glance back even once.

Finally, she felt like breaking out of her chains.

Prompt: odds and ends

The mayor was quite the character, Molly told Finn that night. It was the only way she thought of wording how much she despised him for conning her. The farm wasn't what was announced at all!

(She was pushing the fault onto him even though she knew it was all hers. Old habits die hard, she reflected wryly.)

Hamilton sent her touring the island on her own within seconds, and she couldn't decide whether that was positive or negative.

(And as she went around and shook hands, she wondered how her different ways of living were meant to fit here.)

Prompt: broken

Apparently, the Garmon Mine District was a lovely place to visit.

Apparently, because there was currently no way to reach this part of Castanet.

"What is wrong with this damned island?" our farmer muttered to herself.

Finn took this as a cue to interject. "Mollyyyy! You know that! You even know how to fix it! Just‒"

"I know, Finn, I know." She rubbed at her forehead, sensing an incoming headache. "It was a rhetorical question. Now, please keep quiet."

"Okay!"

It took the sprite three minutes into her conversation with Bo to pipe up with, "But what's a rhetorical question?"

Prompt: Crash

It was a peaceful day for Toby.

The sky was an intense shade of blue taken right out of a painting, the wind blew softly, caressing his locks like a mother to a child, and fish bit rarely enough so he could now enjoy a short nap...

It was a peaceful day, until an unknown voice, visibly winded, called out to him. When he glanced back, he caught sight of a young woman jogging toward him.

His "Careful!" came too late.

Her feet caught on a forgotten pole, sending her to crash into him, hurling them both into the river.

Prompt: Dim

The light had gone from very bright and warm to pale and icy, mused Molly. What did she do in order to earn such contrast? Or rather: what did she do again to end up into an assuredly messy and confusing situation?

I'm...drowning?

Two hands reached out for her, and she let them latch onto her arm, observant but inert. They pulled her upward, where sunlight shone through the water.

Hmm, once I'm out, I'll have to firstly thank my savior.

But be composed, Molly. First impressions hit the fullest. This is enough embarrassment for the day, I believe.