100 Drabbles of Summer Table

[watchmakersylar]

1.	2.	3.	4.
Vacation	Fireworks	Camp	Bug
5.	6.	7.	8.
Wrath	Pride	Sloth	Greed
9.	10.	11.	12.
Lust	Envy	Gluttony	Chastity
13.	14.	15.	16.
Temperance	Charity	Diligence	Patience
17.	18.	19.	20.
Kindness	Humility	Twilight	Dawn
21.	22.	23.	24.
The first thing you broke	Storm	Dog Days	Shore
25.	26.	27.	28.
The Last Time You Loved	Heat	Significant	Insignificant
29.	30.	31.	32.
The Kindness of Strangers	Stitches	Summer Cold	Road Trip
33.	34.	35.	36.
The Last Thing You Lost	Tune	Burn	Ring
37.	38.	39.	40.
A Strange Sound	Sticky	Superstition	Breakdown
41.	42.	43.	44.
Run-in with Neighbors	Travel Troubles	Pitching a tent	Baggage
45.	46.	47.	48.
The Last Time You Were Late	Endings	Summer Sport	Revelation
49.	50.	51.	52.
Accidental Discovery	Treasure	Done	Done
53.	54.	55.	56.
Done	Done	Done	Done
57.	58.	59.	60.
Done	Done	Done	Done
61.	62.	63.	64.
Done	Done	Done	Done
65.	66.	67.	68.
Done	Done	Done	Done
69.	70.	71.	72.
Done	Done	Done	Done
73.	74.	75.	76.
Done	Done	Done	Sacrifice
77.	78.	79.	80.
Sibling Rivalry	Clandestine	Lyrical	Shiny
81.	82.	83.	84.
Baseball	UCLA	Diamond Necklace	Confession
85.	86.	87.	88.
Dragon	Solace	Forbidden	Fear
89.	90.	91.	92.
Apple	Blockbuster Movie	Flat Tire	Blind Date
93.	94.	95.	96.
Las Vegas	Shark	Shooting Star	Stupid People
97.	98.	99.	100.
Cake	Whiskey	Library	Puppy

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#51 Ants

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

Trails thick with hundreds, thousands, of insects traipsing across the floor from the door to the spot where Brian had fallen. I’d torn up the carpet, tossed it out far, far away. I’d bleached the hardwood until it was clean enough to eat on, but the ants found something they wanted there.

I dropped to my hands and knees, face pressed to the floor, trying to see what they were after. That’s when I saw it, a small splinter of bone under the display case. Using one of my tools, I pried it free, then stomped the ants into mush.

#52 BBQ

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“Pretend you’re having a good time, Nathan.” He frowned at me from behind the barbeque, then smiled as a reporter pointed a camera at him. “Nathan Petrelli makes better hamburgers. Vote for him because he believes in family values.”

“Do I detect sarcasm, Pete?” The fake smile flashed again as he dropped a charred burger on a bun.

“I don’t know, Nathan. Were my lips moving?”

“I’m just trying to get elected. I don’t need you to be my moral compass.”

I let out snort and stared at him over my sunglasses. “God knows someone needs to fill that void.”

#53 - Old Photos

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

“Thank you for offering to help, Gabriel,” Sister Pauline said. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying, and I had to look away before she made me start to cry too. “Father Thomas was very fond of you.”

“I wanted to help,” I said, as I started to carefully take down the framed photos from the shelf behind the Father’s big cherry wood desk. There were so many pictures of the kids he’d helped at the church and school. I was in one of them, smiling with my friends. “He was very good to me when my father left us.”

#54 Broken Clock

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Shadows shifted across the living room floor. I could hear the sound of snoring echoing loudly from the bedrooms upstairs. Chandra’s list was neatly folded in my back pocket. Saliva pooled as I thought about the power that would be mine very, very soon. It’d been weeks since Brian, and I wanted more.

I was three steps up when it got my attention, the carriage clock ticking in a broken rhythm on the mantel, calling out for me to find out what was wrong with it. “I’ll be back for you on my way out. I’ll take you with me.”

#55 Chinese Lantern

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

“We have no call to assist these heathens,” the missionary said with a snort, glaring at the huddled masses of the homeless, trying to find shelter from the monsoon. He kicked at a sodden Chinese paper lantern that had fallen into the mud.

“But they are all God’s children. Are we not here to spread his word?” his assistant asked.

“They have no interest in our teachings.”

“But sir, please!”

Castiel watched from the branches of a tree, wearing the shape of a crow, his black feathers puffed out to keep him warm. He was sorely disappointed in his charge.

#56 Crossroads

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

My desk was covered in applications to universities with good pre-law programs. Of course dad said I needn’t bother with any of that. I could go to school where he did, and where Nathan did. Then I could join the firm, and become a productive member of the Petrelli family.

“I don’t want this.” I put my head on my desk in the middle of the application I’d half filled out and let out a deep breath.

Reaching into my bottom drawer I pulled out the completed nursing school application, and put a stamp on it. “It’s my life, sorry.”

#57 Dandelion

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

Nyota holds the dandelion to her lips and uses her breath to perpetuate the species. “My father hated when I did that. He thought they were damn weeds.”

If only it were so easy to rebuild my own endangered species. It is a thing of great beauty and complexity. Each seed pod designed to ride the winds to spread genetic material far and wide. According to Sir Edward Salisbury's classic book Weeds and Aliens: Common Dandelion produces fruit-heads that contain up to 400 or more fruits, but the average is 180. (In one season it is) .. usually about 2000.

#58 Ferris Wheel

[sylar.livejournal.com]

She laced our fingers together, and I had a hard time paying attention to the view or the clicking of the Ferris Wheel’s gears because of the ink flowing over Lydia’s skin. We moved higher, and her grip tightened.

“Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not.” I thought I would be. I’d been afraid to get on the ride, but instead the height made me feel better. I was safe up here above the lights and the tents. “It feels like I’m flying.”

Lydia pressed her lips over mine in a long kiss. “I promise to make you like solid ground too.”

#59 Fishing

[nathan4congress.livejournal.com]

“Do you like fishing, Nathan?” I looked over at Heidi’s father and pasted on a pleasant smile. The water was smooth as glass, and I could see Heidi’s eyes widen. I didn’t see that it mattered whether I liked fishing or not. Our parents wanted us to get married. I felt like the two of us had slipped into the Dark Ages, where our fathers had plotted out our destinies.

“Not particularly, sir,” I told him with a shrug, seeing no reason to lie to the man. “But I do think the water brings out the blue of Heidi’s eyes.”

#60 Toad

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

“Toads!!” Dean slammed on the brakes of the Impala, and I hit the back of the bench seat with a thud. “It’s a god damn rain of toads!”

Sam yelped when a bloated toad hit the windshield spidering the glass and leaving a smear of blood and toad guts. Another hit the hood, and I knew Dean was terrified that there might be a scratch in the car’s pristine black paint.

“I would suggest finding cover, Dead.” The sky was a churning mass of dark clouds, while the ground was covered in squirming masses of dead, dying and hopping amphibians.

#61 Berries

[sylar.livejournal.com]

The colors and texture reminded me of the mixed berry pie I had a few weeks ago at the diner. It was warm and stuck to my fingers. It didn’t smell as good of course. It smelled of copper and death, but I did like the taste of the blood it on my fingers when I brought my thumbnail to my mouth to worry at it.

“I’m afraid I can’t fix you, Brian, but I think I’ve figured out how to fix me.” I pushed my fingers back into his brain, and smiled when I found what made him special.

#62 Hermit Crab

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I looked in the mirror, being extra careful to get my hair to lay just right. Mom would see the difference in me if I wasn’t careful, and I needed her to see Gabriel. I felt like a hermit crab, trading one shell for the next as I pulled on Gabe’s brown cord jacket instead of my black pea coat.

That’s when I heard them in the studio. The sound of two hearts beating, but when I looked they were gone. It’s not paranoia if they are out to get you. There were lots of people out to get me.

#72 Sea Shell

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

“You can hear the ocean, Spock,” My mother said, holding a pink tinged object she found in the wet sand.

“What is it?” I already awestruck by the unfathomable amount of water lapping at the beach. “Is it an animal carcass?”

“Yes,” my father said with a frown that only my mother or I could see. “It is the shell of a large invertebrate sea snail. It collects ambient noise within its chambers.”

“So it is in fact carrying the sound of the ocean since we are at the ocean?” I stated logically. My mother smiled. My father did not.

#64 Iced Tea

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“I don’t feel good, Nathan,” I said, holding my stomach before puking into the petunias near the patio. “I’m all wobbly, and my head is spinning.”

Nathan wrinkled his nose, looking at what had come out of me. “Pete, what have you been drinking?”

“I had some of grandma’s ice tea when she was talking to mom. It’s hot, and I was thirsty. It tasted funny, but it was cold.”

“Little brother.” He reached over and rubbed the space between my shoulder blades. “Lesson number 24, never drink from a Petrelli woman’s glass. It’s not what you think it is.”

#65 Lifesaver

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

The boat was rocking too much, and I felt my stomach lurch. This was not the graduation party I expected at all, and I was wishing to hell that I hadn’t agreed to it. Big boats were supposed to be better, but I could barely let go of the rail to look at my date.

She rubbed the space between my shoulder blades as I puked one more time. I turned and sank down onto the deck, leaning my head against the lifesaver like it was a pillow.

“I’m sorry. Hell of a way to ruin a romantic night, huh?”

#66 Red Balloon

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

“Red balloon.” Mommy carefully tied the string around my wrist. She smelled so pretty, like flowers and sunshine, and she kissed my forehead and patted my hair. The sun was shining behind her, so I couldn’t see her face.

“Gabriel?” I looked up from where I’d fallen asleep in front of the TV, and found my mother standing over me. Her hair wasn’t the right color, and she didn’t smell like the sun. She smelled like bleach.

“Mommy?”

“It’s dinner time. Go wash up,” she said, as offered me her hand. “Did you finish your homework?”

“I think so, yes.”

#67 Palm Tree

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I tried to convince myself the jungle had been worse with the humidity, the buzzing mosquitoes, the spiders that were bigger than my hand, but at least there, there had been shade.

The desert was an endless gravel pit of beige sand. Not oasis filled with palm trees and cool water was waiting for me. No genie’s lamp was waiting for me to polish. There were no wishes for Sylar.

When my bare feet cut and burning from the heat hit the asphalt I thought I’d found heaven, I was on a road. A road meant civilization. It meant hope.

#68 Jumping of the docks

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

They were kissing. The sun was shimmering on the lake, and Nathan was kissing Kelly again. I was so bored. He was supposed to go swimming with me, but oh no he had to suck face with his stupid girlfriend.

When they sat down on the end of the dock, I got so mad. Mom and dad told him I couldn’t go in the water unless he was watching, and sticking his tongue in her mouth was not watching.

“Nathan!!!!”

I ran down the dock, fast as I could, and barreled into him. We hit the water with a splash.

#69 Return to Sender

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

“What’s that, Gabe?” I looked up from the mail to see mom watching me. She was having a good day; there was color in her cheeks.

“It’s nothing.” I said, trying to stuff the envelope into the trash.

“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be trying to hide it would you?” She snatched the letter with the bright red ink marking it as undeliverable. “You wrote your father. Why would you do that?”

“Because I wanted him to know I was going to college.”

“He won’t care about that. He has never cared about you!”

“I know, mom. I’m sorry.”

#70 Sailboat at Sunset

[sawyer-island.livejournal.com]

They were arguing. Michael was stomping about on the raft like he was the King of the World. Jin kept pointing at the water, rattling off something in Korean that I didn’t have no clue about. Didn’t care much neither.

I leaned back, shading my eyes to watch for the green flash at sunset. Didn’t have no clue how far we were from the Island, but any distance was fine with me. There was a chance we’d find help out here. Thank the good lord for that, because I was running out of books on the Island of Lost Luggage.

#71 Sandcastles

[sawyer-island.livejournal.com]

“What’s this, James? Are we having a picnic?” I hunkered down in the sand next to Juliet, handing her a Dharma Initiative tote bag. She smiled at me, brushing her hair away from her face.

“We are, but the cooler’s up there in the shade. This is for our entertainment.” I pulled out a few different size plastic glasses and a big spoon from our kitchen. “We’re goin’ to pretend we’re kids and build us a sand castle.” I gazed down the endless stretch of white sand. “Hell with all this real estate, we can build us a whole kingdom.”

#62 Ice Cream on the Sand

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

I leaned close, brushing my lips against hers. She smelled like suntan lotion, coconut and bananas all wrapped up in bubblegum and cotton candy. I could taste a hint of strawberry ice cream when we kissed, and I knew I’d love her forever.

“I love you, Beth.”

“I love you, Peter.”

There was a plop and something cold hit my foot. Breaking the kiss, I looked down to see my mint chocolate chip ice cream on the sand. If I was six instead of twenty-six, it would have made me cry, but more kisses from Bethany took care of that.

#73 Comet

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

“As you can see, Halley’s Comet has quite a large tail.” I hit the button advancing the slide for Mr. Randolf. He trailed his finger along the comet’s tail, and I cringed when someone threw a balled up piece of paper. Luckily they missed. I loved school, but astronomy was my favorite subject. I wanted to be a scientist or an engineer so badly.

“Can anyone tell me what the difference is between a comet and an asteroid?” I didn’t raise my hand although I knew the answer. Mr. Randolf knew I knew. Let some loser answer for a change.

#74 girls in bikinis

[nathan4congress.livejournal.com]

“This is a nice place. We should come more often.” I sipped my beer, and gave Heidi a warm smile.

“Is that because of the food, Nathan?” She asked, reaching across the table to pop a cherry tomato into my mouth.

“The food is good.”

“But the view is better.” She gave me that little smirk that told me she was reading my mind. “Your sunglasses aren’t as dark as you think they are, sweetheart.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah right, I’ve got a nice view over your shoulder. There are pretty men on the sand too.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

#75 snorkeling

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

I had the shell in my hand. The tide was choppy, and I had to kick really hard to get back to the reef. I was getting tired. But I wanted to give mom the sea urchin shell she’d love it.

I looked into the rocks and saw the eel. It was huge, and it was looking right at me. I sucked in my breath, drawing salty water into my lungs. Choking and sputtering I tried to swim, but I couldn’t move.

Next thing I knew I was coughing up water on the beach, and Nathan was leaning over me.