Nepenthe
Written on March 2nd, 2007 by Dim AldebaranStory Details
- Category: Other
- Author: Dim Aldebaran
- Word Count: 135
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(4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)
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The Moulin Rouge, and its ruddy shadows; its dream of Lilith; its chalice of Death’s own wine—
Too long a time apart, too short—? She knew not, only that the parting had been jade despair.
The first sip, she had killed a man, and had wished to die for a time.
Then, the desk job, for death was sweeter when graced by the green god.
And now, she had killed again. It had been different, somehow, perhaps it had been those cool blue eyes, so different from this peridot fever.
Staring into the Byzantine shadows, she sipped her nepenthe.
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Drabble, precisely 100 words, for the af100 & drabbles100 prompt of ‘green’. Also posted to fanfiction.net. Inspired by an (obscure) Toulouse-Lautrec painting, The Absinthe Drinker.
March 2nd, 2007 at 10:18 pm
Great job! Very detailed and excellent vocabulary. High five for you!
March 3rd, 2007 at 7:07 am
I didn’t really get it but i still thought it was a good choice of words
March 11th, 2007 at 5:42 pm
SAY WHAT???
June 4th, 2007 at 10:51 am
i dont speak any of those words but i thought it was still awsome.
note to self: learn to speak that freaky yet awsome langue. (notices that i have just typed this down) heehee