A drabble is a piece of fiction that contains only 100 words, excluding the title. (I think.)
Talking of drabbles, here's a drabble I wrote while thinking about cats and cats killing things.
Just go with it.
(I'm weird, I know...)
Cat
Wild eyes.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
Claws like swathes of moonlight, eyes like jagged sunbeams.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
The world slows and reality is left behind in haste, only to
be met with bloodlust.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
Slowly now, drawing ever closer.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
The night is stiff with anticipation, the faint breeze
daring to move only slightly.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
It sits not far away, lost it its sublime subconscious,
unaware that the world continues – that nature has resumed its absolute order.
Pacing, pacing, pacing.
The night air rushes past seamlessly, the body limp,
nestling against soft, seething claws.
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