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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#76 Sacrifice

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

We observed the proceedings from the tree line. Our equipment was having no trouble recording the activity of the indigenous lifeform of planet K1260. While I am not an anthropologist, I was finding the ceremony quite fascinating.

“You don’t think they’re too fancy, Spock?” McCoy asked, nothing the costumes the shaman were wearing.

“Not especially, Doctor. Vulcans also wear elaborate costumes for.” I stopped speaking as a bladed weapon, a poll axe, was used to chop off the head of who we had assumed was the high priest. “Although such sacrifices have not been made since the time of Surak.”

#77 Sibling Rivalry

[nathan4congress.livejournal.com]

A furious ball of fists failing and shouting rolled past my office. “It’s mine!” “Let me go!” “I’m telling!” Echoed down the hall while I tried to finish a phone interview. I had to call it short when I heard my mother’s voice join in the cacophony.

“Boys, upstairs now.”

“He started it!” Simon and Monty said together. There was a hint of blood coming from Simon’s nose.

“I don’t care.” I looked at my mother. “I thought it would be easier with them closer in age.”

“It doesn’t matter how old they are or the years between brothers, Nathan.”

#78 Clandestine

[sylar.livejournal.com]

The window popped open with a bit of telekinesis, and I slithered into the office without a sound. My eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light from the few glowing bulbs in the ceiling. It could hear the click of someone typing away at a keyboard, but they were too far away to notice me.

Security wouldn’t be here for another 15 minutes. I had plenty of time. Using my super hearing and more telekinesis, I unlocked the safe like a pro. Inside I found stacks of cash and the folder I was looking for. I took all of it.

#79 Lyrical

[firsts-chosen-1.livejournal.com]

Her voice was unearthly beautiful. Somewhere in heaven the angels were weeping at the sound of it. I watched as she left choir practice, following at a leisurely pace, my bible in my hand.

“Hello Camille.”

“Father Caleb.” She gave me a dazzling smile, tucking some of her honey blond hair behind her ear. Then her fingers trailed from the cross around her neck to the buttons of her blouse.

“Shame on you, never took you for a dirty girl.” My hand clamped over her mouth, and I dragged her into the woods. The angels would be weeping blood now.

#80 Shiny

[cptmalreynolds.livejournal.com]

Couldn’t make a sound as I stood at the doorway to Inara’s shuttle. She was running a sponge over her shoulders. I didn’t have no right to be mooning after her like some idiot, but I couldn’t move.

“Get out.” Her eyes met mine in the polished surface of her mirror, and I felt my face flush with heat. She pursed her lips and stood, turning to give me the full view of her glory. “I’m taking this off my rent next month, Mal.”

“How much do y’all charge for a look, darlin’?” The sponge caught me in the face.

#81 Baseball

[callmedean.livejournal.com]

“This is so fucked up, Dean.” Sam held up his shot gun, flanking me as our way through the locker room. Cob webs hung from the ceiling, catching the light coming through the dirty windows.

“Yeah I know. Who the fuck raises a baseball team from the dead?” I turned and shot, catching one of the zombies in the head, sending more blood and brains to splatter on the rust covered lockers. “How many’s that, Sammy?”

“Four, Dean.” Sam’s gun snapped up. “Left!” I dodged. “No the other left!” Sam fired.

“Make that five. Not bad for the first inning.”

#82 UCLA

[manipulatesall.livejournal.com]

“This isn’t the way we normally handle scholarships, Mrs. Petrelli.” The Dean of admissions met my eyes. “Gabriel Gray’s grades are exceptional as are his SAT scores, but if you want to pay his tuition, why not give him a grant through your foundation?”

“Gabriel’s family is proud. A grant would be seen as a handout, but who can say no to a full scholarship to UCLA?” I handed him the check. It would cover Gabriel Gray’s expenses for four years. I needed him out of New York and away from my family. Before the future I saw comes true.

#83 Diamond Necklace

[huntressogotham.livejournal.com]

“Oh it’s gorgeous,” I whispered, knowing that Oracle would hear. “Mom would have loved it.”

“No shopping, Huntress.” I could hear the laughter in Barbara’s voice as she typed in some commands on her computer. “I’ve shut down the motion detectors. You should have no trouble now.”

“You do realize the irony of shutting down museum security me to catch a jewel thief, right?” I asked as I dropped through the skylight thirty feet to the floor, landing on my feet. My eyes shifted to allow me to see in the dark.

“Trust me, I do.”

“What would Catwoman do?”

#84 Confession

[gbyerubytues.livejournal.com]

“It’s supposed to be good for your soul.” I snickered as he flinched, the dagger leaving a long thin line of blood along his cheek. His blackened eyes bore into mine while he sputtered. “Tell us!”

“She’ll betray you, Winchester, just like she did Lucifer.”

“Oh please, do you think he hasn’t heard that before? Every single time we take out one of you scumbags it’s the same thing. Ruby’s betrayed Him. Sam and me are tired of that story.” I drove the knife through his hand. “Tell us another.”

“Just kill him, Ruby. He’s got no information we need.”

#85 Dragon

[nevrgoodenuf.livejournal.com]

The smell was horrid, like scorched leather with a hint of burnt rubber for garnish. I could hear Gunn breathing while Angel was, as ever, nearly silent. Armed with swords, while I held the chalice with what Fred had dubbed Dragon-Be-Gone. I prayed that I would be able to clear the noxious odor from my nostrils where it threatened to thrive for eternity.

Per their usual behavior Gunn and Angel attacked the dragon, giving me the occasional shout to duck while I poured the elixir over its thrashing tail. A bright light, a pull of smoke, and it was gone.

#86 Solace

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

“Shouldn’t you be comforting him, making him feel better?” Bobby snarled at me as he took a rough blanket from the backseat of the Impala and draped it over Dean’s shoulders. Dean was staring at the spot where Lucifer and Michael had been sucked into Hell.

“Have you spent time with him?” Dean snorted, finally showing some life. “Cas isn’t know for the warm cuddlies.”

“I am sorry, Dean.” It wasn’t much, but it was all I could say. He was right. I am not good at offering solace, but I could feel his pain. I didn’t care for it.

#87 Forbidden

[dorian-grey.livejournal.com]

“I don’t know why you insist on saying ‘no’.” I touched my tongue briefly on the tips of my fingers then ran them lightly along the nape of the young priest’s neck. When he didn’t attempt to strike me or move away, I brought my lips to his ear. “It’ll be fun, an adventure, you’ll like it. I promise.”

“This is wrong, Mr. Gray. I pray you cease this behavior and ask God for forgiveness,” he managed to spit out, jerking away from me. His face was a lovely shade of scarlet.

“Your God should be asking me for mine.”

#88 Fear

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

I can do this. I had the dream. I know I can fly. I swallowed the five pound lump of fear in my throat and looked down into the alley below. It was so far beneath my feet. I pulled out my phone, calling Nathan again. He was taking too long to get here. He had to see that I could fly.

Knew he wouldn’t believe me unless I proved it to him. He wouldn’t believe me if I told him the sky was blue unless I dragged him out to see it with his own eyes. He will believe.

#89 Apple

[lindsey-esquire.livejournal.com]

“Isn’t this kind of corny?” I asked Lilah as the coven dipped the apples, one after another, into the resinous black goo. “I mean chances are they’ve all seen Snow White.”

“You can’t always turn your nose up at a classic, Lindsey,” Harlan said, smiling as the apples came out shiny, red and down right sexy. “They’re classics for a reason.”

“Right, sir.” I rocked back on my heels, going over in my head all the ways that Angel and Company would get through this little annoyance too. “Do you want me to deliver them?”

“Lilah’s delivering these,” he said.

#90 Blockbuster Movie

[captainhammer.livejournal.com]

I stood striking a heroic pose. Cameras flashed and girls giggled. I loved every moment of them loving me.

“Captain Hammer, can you please stand next to Derrick?”

I looked over at the muscle bound actor they have portraying me in the film about my life. My agent said it was better this way, like lawyers shouldn’t represent themselves. I knew when they were taking the pictures of us together, they were focused on me.

Derrick put on his cheesy not quite me smile while we shook hands. I squeezed his just enough to make him hurt for the picture.

#91 Blown Tire

[alex-drives.livejournal.com]

It blew when I topped ninety. The Challenger rocked, threatening to throw us off the road and into the canyon below. White knuckled on the steering wheel, I fought for control while Corinna held on for dear life.

“Tully! Slow down. We are going to die!”

“No we aren’t. I know how to drive with a blown tire.” Normally it wouldn’t be a problem. Normally I wasn’t racing down a steep hill either. Fuck my life. Fuck this race and the people who were running it.

Then I heard the second tire blow. “Shit. You might have been right before.”

#92 Blind Date

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

Why do they have to wear so much perfume? I paste on a smile as Mom introduces me to her friend’s daughter, Maggie. I wonder if I can make it down the fire escape in time.

“I wish I could get a picture of you two together, Gabriel.” Mom is thrilled. Right now this is her dream come true. I’m going out on a date that she set up. On the off chance Maggie and I hit it off that’ll all change. She’ll be the enemy then, another Jezebel tempting her angel.

“We have to go, Mom. Maybe next time.”

#93 Las Vegas

[nathan4congress.livejournal.com]

There are few places I hate as much as Las Vegas. I don’t like being reminded of what I did there with Niki, or when I made my deal with Linderman. Every time I see a commercial on TV or the internet I change the channel or page. I betrayed two of the most important people in the world to me in Vegas, Heidi and Peter. I’d like to think I made it up to Pete, flying him away before he blew up. But Heidi never got over the hurt once she found out. I wish she’d believed Peter’s lie.

#94 Shark

[officer-aeryn-s.livejournal.com]

”Crichton why do you keep making that noise? It is annoying the frell out of me, and if you don’t stop, I may jettison you.”

“Aeryn, you’re flying through here like a shark through a school of minnows. Daw, dump, daw, dump, da, da, da, da, da!”

“I don’t know what a shark or a minnow are, Crichton. Are they dangerous?”

“Not as dangerous as you are.”

“Good then shut up.”

#95 Shooting Star

[cptmalreynolds.livejournal.com]

“I remember when seein’ a shootin’ star didn’t make me want to run for cover,” said as I watched a burning light arch across the velvet blackness of the sky. “Six years since the gorram war, and I still get a mite jumpy.”

“I do too, sir.” Zoe handed me her flask and let out a sigh.

“Zoe it’s been six years. You ever goin’ to stop callin’ me sir?” I asked as I took a long swig after checking the quality with a sip. Still was a bit nastier than I expected.

“Probably not, sir. Drives the mister crazy.”

#96 Stupid People

[sylar.livejournal.com]

My fingers dug into his scalp as I slammed his face into the desk one more time. “Now you are going to give me the password for your laptop, or I’m going to smear your guts from one end of this apartment to the other.”

“Then you won’t get it, Mr. Sylar.” Mohinder spat blood at me. “I won’t help you kill those people.”

“Do you know what the difference is between a hero from a fantasy book with knights in shining armor, Mohinder and someone like you who thinks you can make a difference? You’re too stupid to live.”

#97 Cake

[sylar.livejournal.com]

It was moist, fluffy with strawberry filling. The only way it could have been better was if the cake had been chocolate. But then murderers can’t be choosers. The blood from my fingers did blend nicely with the filling and contrast with the white cake.

“What do you think, Sue?” I frowned she didn’t answer and shoved a bite of her birthday cake into her mouth. “There now try some.”

Her coworkers were huddled in the corner, shaking and pissing unable to move while I held them with telekinesis. “I’m afraid you can’t have any.”

Their blood was pretty too.

#98 Whiskey

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“Christ, Nathan, you’re making my eyes water. Do you think you drank enough?” His breath hit me from across the room. “You are not the only man on earth who’s been dumped.”

“I’m Nathan Petrelli. I do not get dumped. I am the dumper never the dumpee.” He groaned when I took the bottle from him and tugged him to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“You’re taking a shower, then you’re going to bed.”

“With you?” He pressed his lips against mine and tightened his grip on me.

“Yeah with me. Come on if Ma sees you, we’re dead.”

#99 Library

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

It was late when I woke up, crammed behind the tall bookshelf. I was covered so much dust, that it made me sneeze as I peered out into the darkness. The library was closed. They’d left me behind, forgotten like an old newspaper at a bus stop. My mom would be so worried. I knew she’d be looking for me even if the nuns hadn’t.

Fingering the cut on my cheek from where Steven punched me, I made my way through the building. If it wasn’t for mom, I’d stay here, hidden between the pages where I’d be safe forever.

#100 Puppy

[nathan4congress.livejournal.com]

“Can’t we keep them all, dad?” I smiled as the boys rolled around on the lawn with the entire litter of Labrador puppies. I’d rather have a Doberman, but they weren’t good for the family man image I was attempting to portray. At least collies weren’t in vogue anymore. I’d never get that hair off my suits. “A black one, Monty, you and Simon can have one of the black ones.”

“Why black Nathan?” Peter asked scooping up a blond puppy and smiling when it stuck its tongue up his nose. “So you don’t mix it up with your girlfriends?”