So I thought I'd try my hand at drabbles, seeing as how I've never done them before and they seem like an interesting way to tell a story. Plus, I managed to use seven of my words in one chapter, so its like hitting seven birds with one stone. I wonder how you'd do that though, I don't think rocks bounce off birds particularly well. Anyway, I'm new at this form of writing, so these won't be very good, but I hope you don't find them too bad.
Drabbles
Angel
Puck knew something was different when the priest cried out "it's an angel!" and instead of feeling a rush of anger he felt something approaching satisfaction, accomplishment even. That was the moment when he knew he was doing the right thing, when all the nerves and fears were lifted, momentarily, from his mind. This was supposed to happen, he realised, this girl he was fighting for was the girl for him. She changed him, after all. And so, as the glass streamed in pieces around him, his stomach unknotted, his breath began to come easier. He grinned, widely, and spoke.
Accent
When Puck and Jake first came back from their several-year-long trip to Italy, there was nothing vastly different about them, nothing that would cause a big shock. And then Puck opened his mouth to insult Sabrina, and she started laughing. He had an Italian accent! A real Italian accent! She couldn't stop laughing, and the more she laughed the more he got angry, and the more he got angry the more he shouted, and well... you get the idea. Eventually he charged at her and she bolted up the stairs giggling while he yells obscenities at her. It's her revenge.
Coffee
It was actually an accident this time, when he spilled his iced coffee all over her nice blouse, but she still gets annoyed at him because she has a date that night and he's going to come pick her up in, like, two seconds. At that exact moment the doorbell rings, and she opens the door and she's already begun to apologise when Bradley cuts her off "You look beautiful" even though her white shirt has this big brown stain down the front. She smiles, and Puck grinds his teeth, holding the empty (now crumpled) coffee cup in his hands.
Dagger
Puck picks up his butter knife, brandishing it like some tiny sword, or dagger maybe, and stands up, planting one foot on his chair. "Fight me coward," he grins at his girlfriend sitting nearby "if you dare." She just shakes her head, refusing to get involved in his ridiculous antics, but then he topples her glass of milk all over her painstakingly prepared french toast, and she gets annoyed. Picking up her own butter knife she twirls it expertly in her fingers, and they clash. Soon her scowls turn to laughs, she smiles, and she realises that she's having fun.
Endeavour
An endeavour is an attempt to achieve a goal. She often views their relationship as an endeavour, some long and arduous journey with no clear finish line. It's like they're on some grand galleon, in blue-black (often stormy) seas, foam-capped waves crashing around them. They try their best to stay afloat, but it's like wherever they go something is just lying there, waiting. Sometimes they survive, make up, they forgive and they forget (in a way). But sometimes they can't do that, it's not enough, and finally she decides enough is enough. She picks up the axe, crying, and scuttles.
Heat
Red is commonly fire, passion, while blue is commonly water, calmness. With Red and Little Boy Blue, nothing is more wrong. Red may no longer be timid, but she's certainly not impulsive, she thinks then moves. But Blue, he leaps to his feet without a second thought, he acts. He's fire, she's water, he's passionate, she's calm. But right now, when there's this incredible heat coming off her, a cremation they called it, he wants nothing more than to be what his colour dictates, to throw himself on her and quench the flames. Because he can't lose her. He can't.
Date
"Hey, Grimm."
"Yeah Puck?"
"Do you like raisins?"
"What?"
"Do you," he repeated, enunciating each word "like raisins?"
"Uh... I suppose so."
He took a deep breath. "How about a date?"
"..."
"..."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh don't make me say it again."
"Say it."
He winced. "How about a date?"
"You're kidding."
"I really wish I was right now."
"Is this actually how you're going to ask me out?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "Yes." He replied sheepishly.
She sighed. "Well I can't say I expected anything more. Sure."
"Really?"
"Yeah why not?"
"Oh. Great. Leave at seven?"
"Alright."
"Alright."
So these are my drabbles, I did have quite a bit of fun writing them so I may write some more in the future. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading these, I know they're not very good but hopefully they weren't too bad. I think my favourite one might be 'Date', but probably just because it has a bad pickup line more than anything else. So thanks for reading, and please review.