drabble: is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length,not including the purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

I thought it would be a good idea to define the concept of a drabble since many seem to overlook this detail. These drabbles are all 100 words in length. I will give fair warning now that some of these do contain slash.

Drabble number 1: Phantom of The Opera, Categories = Angst, Drama

Darkness, that was all that was left to me now. Life held no joy, no tiny shred of hope of which to cling to. That one ray of happiness that lit my world was taken, never to be seen or heard again. In this dark abyss where I live my lonely life I have nothing. These caverns were once lit with heavenly tunes flowing from organ and voice alike. Since that fateful day not even music relieves the black. The mob raided my home taking all of my possessions. The music of the night faded with you, my beautiful Christine.

Drabble number 2: Phantom of The Opera (angst)

That insolent boy! He was going to ruin everything I had worked for, everything I needed. All I ever asked for was someone to love me, to understand me and accept me. Now he threatened to take away the very creature I thought capable of fulfilling that fantasy. My dark thoughts driving me to the brink of the rage tainted with insanity as I glided through black corridors. I needed to see the sky however brief that moment would be. The rooftop, the one place I could go. Yet even here the darkness surrounds me. I will kill that boy.

Drabble number 3: Phantom of The Opera (pre-slash)

"The ignorant fop has returned to mock me further?" I said blandly and with no emotion at all as I swept up behind the boy. Here he stood in my tunnels after the fire had burned the theater. I did not understand the reasons for this 'visit' after all I could and have every reason to kill the boy. He had taken everything from me, yet somehow I knew I wouldn't, couldn't, harm him. I felt him stiffen and shiver when he heard my harsh voice. Clearly he still fears the phantom yet his only words are, "I love you."

Drabble number 4: Phantom of The Opera (slash)

In a place where no light can reach and the world is made of heightened sensations, two bodies entwine. Moans fill the still air as the infamous dance of partners occurs. Even in this endless night love can be found between two. A love that would not be accepted elsewhere is of no consequence here. The guttural sounds increase in frequency and tension fills the air. A loud strangled cry signals the completion of the coupling. The panting figures still entwined speak quietly in the night.

"I love you my Erik."

"You, Raoul, are my everything and I love you."

Drabble number 5: Phantom of The Opera (Slash)

Here we stand, facing off once again. The argument the same as ever, who truly holds Christine's heart? That question created our history as enemies, our hatred for the other. Now I stand in front of you in all your raging glory once again. Like hunter and prey we continuously chase the other. Now here we stand singing, the only language you understand, what our competition is to be. I am once again doubting myself and my position. As we reach the end of the duet, we are to close. Then, those lips crash against mine. Devil take the hindmost.