Drabble Thursdays #5

Only six drabbles this week--I had a lazy day Wednesday.

DISCLAIMER: Drabbles may suck.

01/10/2013

What kinds of classes are “Metalworking” and “Eyes and Vision?”

Samuel scratched his head as he walked around the university, staring at his schedule. He didn't even know how he got these classes.

Somehow, though, he found “Eyes and Vision” in a huge room full of chairs. Each student was waiting for the instructor to appraise him or her.

A girl with long, messy red hair walked by, and glanced at Samuel. Something about her eyes was not right.

She opened her mouth, revealing gigantic sharp teeth, and hissed at him.

“Ziziere!” called the instructor. “Don't interfere with the students!”

01/11/2013

The skyscrapers of the future are ridiculous.

They operate on some kind of machine that keeps raising them up higher and higher, meaning that the workers are always constructing the bottom floor.

And while you're marveling at the power of robots, let me just inform you that they built the top floor in the shape of a hand.

Yup. It's a giant robotic arm reaching up into space. And people live and work in it. Insane, isn't it?

Well, all I can say is, wait until I tell you about the vehicles. Now those are a real piece of work...

01/12/2013

The old, long-bearded man placed the gear back into the machine, then walked back behind it. With a grunt, he took the key and began to wind it, and wind it, and wind it, setting the clockwork in motion.

At first, only a handful of stuttering notes came out, but as he continued, the sounds of a variety of instruments began to play, all by themselves. Saxophones, xylophones, sousaphones, homophones, telephones...

The sounds came out through the opening in front, all focused on a collection of pots on the table.

Hopefully, this treatment would help the man grow healthy eggplants.

01/13/2013

I was tired of the war. I was past the phase of being disillusioned with it. Now I just wanted something to happen again.

We were just... sailing. Apparently a satellite found an island that nobody noticed before, so all factions were scrambling to get there first, including us.

I was so glad to get on land, as small an area as it was.

But the second we got there we knew something was wrong. Bursts of fire streaked out from among the trees. There was even a flash of lightning—across the ground, not from the sky.

We'd discovered... Pokemon.

01/14/2013

Gabe was paranoid. His friends thought he was joking around, but he meant the things he said. He really thought the cook at the local restaurant was killing and cooking human flesh, the typical story. He wouldn't go to the zoo, either, because he suspected the zookeeper of communing with the animals in some strange ritual. And he was sure all the cops were just monsters in disguise.

It took the others a long time to see he was serious, but when they did, they had to lock him up.

But that was the thing about Gabe: he was right.

01/15/2013

The young man laughed maniacally as his fingers flew over the keyboard, although he wasn't actually pressing any keys—he just did this for effect, because in the movies, that's what expert hackers do when they're hacking things.

This was huge. He suddenly had all of the power at his fingertips, quite literally! And what a find it was. He'd managed to find a secret cache of nuclear weapons that just happened to be controlled by a computer: it was time to destroy the world!

He laughed louder as he typed in the cracked password, clicked Confirm, and...

Connection lost.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!”