my drabble entry (three stories) by Elia Cisneros (the alpha prince and his bride full story free .txt) 📕

The doorbell dinged as I saw the man nestled between walls of watches ticking to the rhythm of my racing heart, except for one in my hand. The worn one with a cool buckle I clasped between my fingers for comfort. The kids said he was a warlock. I inched my feet towards a wrinkled, stooped man. I loosened my clasp on the cool buckle and presented it to him. "Can you fix it?" He lifted his plateau of wrinkles, and smiled.
“ Of course. don't be afraid."
My body stopped shaking, I lifted my hand, and slowly, I smiled.

A lion raced the sun in a speedy chase for the gazelle, which, laughing in the face of such a petty display of effort, continued on her daily route home. Unperturbed by the possible death sentence behind her, she retreated to a nearby bush to rest, as her predator scoured the trees in vain for his clever prey. refreshed, the gazelle reared a proud head from her place of rest, gave a cry, and the chase continued, past buffaloes and the strange sun, too close to be gracious, and on to the night skies. Two hunters, chasing death’s tight grasp.

I sorted through a multitude of varied faces, all walking in their own direction to the beat of melodic tunes tunes emitting from a train pulling in. It was an old train station, one which had been there since seemingly the dawn of time. naively, I chose people who seemed generally good and those which seemed generally bad. It was my job, and it with pride and a serious tone. I was the station master, and no one passed the station without my inspection. exactly 42 “goods” and 84 “bads” had passed by my one person bench by one P.M.

Editing: Chrisc
Publication Date: 03-31-2012

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