I know everyone and their mother writes short stories, and my friends tell my I'm pretty good, but they're my friends, they have to.  So I'm definitely looking for constructive criticism.  I'll post some drabbles I did for a challenge one time.

Just a little explanation, they have to be around 100 words each and be based on a single word.  I'd be willing to critique them if anyone wanted to give them a try, they're quite fun.

Beginning.
In the beginning the days seemed short and our lives were fueled by happiness and laughter.  We met at a bus stop, she was drinking coffee so I offered some sugar, we ended up kissing so passionately that we missed the bus.  We both skipped work that day and ended up having a night of passionate talking ending in some pretty intense hand holding. Several days passed, and many more late nights and work skipping ensued.  My boss called one day, he’d caught on, I was fired. In the beginning the days seemed short and our lives were fueled by happiness and laughter.

Restless.
The gentle rocking was maddening.  What had it been? At least three days, but the lack of clean water was making his vision blur and he was never sure how long he’d slept the few times he’d managed to.  “Sure hope they realize that I’m not in that meeting,” he said aloud to his lack of companions. “I’m starting to wish I hadn’t survived the crash.”  The pilot had suffered a stroke over the Atlantic, his thrashing hit all sorts of buttons and knobs, of course no one even realized until it was to late. “I think I’ll go for a swim.”

Snowflake.
She was unlike anything he’d ever seen, yet never gave him the time of day. It didn’t matter, he had to protect her, she was to beautiful, to unique.  She was perfection incarnate.  It was obvious to him that some jealous hag may try to harm her.  So he sat, and waited and watched every night as she slept.  As the seasons changed his vigilant guard became more rigorous.  Finally one frigid night he sat on her stoop, vision blurring, limbs numb for hours.  He leaned back and stared at the sky, a single snowflake fell on his coat. That was it, she was his snowflake.

Haze.
I wrote this really drunk, just so everyone knows.
The foreign substance rushing through his veins changed him.  He’d led a normal life up until his first time.  His girlfriend at the time had introduced him to the horrible stuff.  When it coursed through him he just didn’t care. Normally having another man ravage him would be a problem but ever since his new owner bought him anything went so long as it meant getting more. The needle owned him, it was his leash, his collar, that which bound him to his master. He may have been more addicted to the needle than the actual drug. His old life was over, he’d submitted to a lifetime devotion to sex with the highest bid.

Flame.
I am the culmination of all of your nightmares, I exist only to end you.  I have no name, no appearance, I simply am when and where I need to be.  You all carry a flame, it burns far to bright for my liking, however if it ever wavers, ever falters even for an instant I’ll be there to snuff it.  My only goal is darkness, and all of you stand in my way.  I fight this losing battle because it’s in my nature, it’s who I am. You’ve branded me the grim reaper, the harvester of souls.  I am death.

Companion.
We’d met when we were seven years old.  The world was simple then, our time was spent playing pretend and building Lego structures that we felt put Picasso to shame.  We grew up reluctantly till eventually we realized we were adults.  We still fought for childhood but knew that the bills had to be payed and we both got jobs.  It was strange the first night it happened.  We got drunk to forget all the responsibility if only for a couple of hours.  The kiss was unforgettable and the ring inevitable. Everything was great again, well except adulthood.

Move.
The sudden impact threw me from my seat forcing me through the glass windshield, luckily I landed on a particularly soft rock and only fractured my leg and a couple of ribs.  I glanced down at the bone protruding from my leg and blacked out.  I’m not sure how long it was before her screams woke me up.  With some effort I sat up to see the little girl from the other car screaming for help from her harness.  I dragged myself toward my phone a few feet away praying the pain would subdue me again. Help was on its way.

Silver.
“What happened to you,” She said to herself in the mirror. “You used to be gorgeous, blond hair, perfect hourglass figure.  Now look at you, you’re old, hideous even.”  She traced the wrinkles on her face with a finger and stared in disgust.  She’d been in a car accident fifty three years ago.  Massive head trauma landed her in an ICU for the duration of her coma.  The doctors told her to be glad she was awake, she’d almost set the record for longest coma in the hospitals history.  She didn’t feel lucky, she was pretty when she went to sleep, now her face was outlined by wispy silver hair.

Prepared.
I’d always said that it was best to be ready for anything, no matter how impossible it may seem.  I was right.  I never believed in a god, I couldn’t believe in a higher power dictating the way things went in the world.  Boy was I wrong,  either that or aliens had abducted every god loving Christian in existence over night.  Well at least I was more prepared than all the other non-believers. As I entered the code into the electronic keypad I heard it starting.  I heard the sounds of destruction outside, hidden behind which an unearthly cackling that sent chills up my spine.