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Friday Night Drabble Party
It’s time for a Party!
I know y’all missed the Drabble last week. Sorry, but things got all kinds of crazy as I was going over the final edits on Z-Burbia 6: Rocky Mountain Die. Stay tuned for the release announcement on that one.
But, since we are on the subject of missed Drabble Parties, I want to make sure y’all know that it is summer time which means there is usually a hiatus for the FNDP. While I won’t officially be pausing the drabbles this summer, just know that there could easily be gaps. Especially during July whilst I am on vacation for two weeks.
Just a little heads up, yo!
Now, how’s about some sweet, sweet, sweet micro-fiction?
He Never Had
He downshifted into second, but took the corner too fast. The tail end of the Mustang whipped out, a horn blared, he didn’t give a shit. He never had.
His foot slammed down on the accelerator as his right hand shifted back up into third. His left foot depressed the clutch then let it out again. Every movement of the dance happened in a breath’s time, simultaneous.
He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the car behind him made the corner easily, barely a wobble or skid.
They said he couldn’t race Death, but fuck if he didn’t try.
Disclaimer: Aim for the apex when you take a curve!
Tonight’s drabble party is postponed. There are several reasons.
I need to work my ass off on Z-Burbia 6: Rocky Mountain Die.
Also, tonight is the kick off for the Asheville 48 Hour Film Project. I’ve participated with Team Long Shot three years running and we’ve won the Audience Award for our group three years running. You can read the screenplays and watch the short films here. I’m trying to get myself mentally prepped for this.
But my last reason there’s no drabble tonight is that one hundred words can’t express what I’m feeling right now as I watch yet another act of extreme racist violence get turned into an “isolated” incident. There aren’t enough words and at the same time I don’t even have the words to say what needs to be said. Better people are expressing it out there. So I will let them.
But I will say it’s time for everyone to do what is right. No matter the cost. Do what is right. And if you don’t know what that is then make the effort to find out. This isn’t about sides or opinions. It’s about right and wrong and what happened was wrong. That is a truth. That is an absolute. You can’t spin this anymore, America. You just can’t.
[Edit: Apparently the funding site Tamiko used does not allow legal defense funds. I am waiting to hear what the new site will be. I’ll keep y’all posted and change the links as soon as I know.]
Okay, so before I dive into the free drabble, which there will be one, I need everyone to take a look at something. I’m serious. This is no BS, people. Each week I give you free fiction, asking nothing in return, all for the enjoyment of you, my readers.
Now I’m asking for something back.
This is real world shit. I’m not asking you to buy my books or asking you to do anything for me. I’m asking you to give a little to help fight a severe injustice that has occurred.
Please read this and then give what you can. I have known Tamiko for years and she is one of the kindest, most generous people in Asheville. She has helped this community so much that to even think of anyone treating her with anything other than complete respect is just mind boggling. This is another example of law enforcement in our country believing they can get away with anything they want. This can’t stand.
Now, on to the free fiction.
All At Fault
“What am I accused of?” the young man asked, but the guards refused to respond.
They dragged him down the dark corridor, his feet skidding and scuffing as he tried to fight them; their steel-toed boots clomping and echoing as they continued their progress, unfazed by his weak protestations.
“What am I accused of?” the young man yelled as he was thrown into the room. The door slammed without an answer. “I’m innocent!”
“There are no innocent,” a voice said from the far corner. The room smelled of feces and piss. “We are all at fault. All of us.”
Disclaimer: Help Tamiko!
Friday! Night! Drabble! Party!
Once again, I present you with some most excellent micro-fiction!
But, before you have a read, maybe you’d like to check out the post I dropped yesterday about all my recent, current, and upcoming releases? Mmmmm? You would? Excellent!
Now, enjoy the drabble!
A kick to the nuts and Walker is down, his hands instinctively going for his crotch, wanting to comfort and protect the already swelling testicles. But the second kick, the one to his ribs, stops everything.
Except for the vomiting. No way for that to stop. Nothing on God’s green earth could stop that. Vomit gonna happen.
When he’s done expelling his sick across the concrete, his body shuddering from the last convulsion before curling into a fetal position, that’s when Monica kneels down and grabs him by the hair.
“Should have run, little rabbit,” she sneers. “Should have run.”
Disclaimer: VOMIT GONNA HAPPEN!
And how are you? Good? Excellent!
So, before we get to the Party and tonight’s Drabble, I want to do a little selling.
I have a novel out called In Perpetuity. It’s a military scifi space opera. Here’s the description as it appears on Amazon:
“IN PERPETUITY WE LIVE!
IN PERPETUITY WE FIGHT!
IN PERPETUITY WE DIE!!
For two thousand years, Earth and her many colonies across the galaxy have fought against the Estelian menace. Having faced overwhelming losses, the CSC has instituted the largest military draft ever, conscripting millions into the battle against the aliens. Major Bartram North, Chief Training Officer on the CSC Training Station Perpetuity, has been tasked with the unenviable task of coordinating the military education of hundreds of thousands of recruits and turning them into troops ready to fight and die for the cause.
As Major North struggles to maintain a training pace that the CSC insists upon, he realizes something isn’t right on the Perpetuity. But before he can investigate, the station dissolves into madness brought on by the physical booster known as pharma. Unfortunately for Major North, that is not the only nightmare he faces- an armada of Estelian warships is on the edge of the solar system and headed right for Earth!
Major North has one chance to find out the truth, rescue the Perpetuity from its madness, and defend the Earth from attack, or all of humanity could be lost forever!
* In Perpetuity contains strong language”
Notice that statement after the asterisk? Yeah, that. This novel does contain strong language. Very strong language. The first scene is brutal. The language is disgusting and cruel. On purpose. You should check this novel out and see if you can guess why. It’s not a hard stretch to figure it out.
Click this awesome cover to get your copy of In Perpetuity now!
The Sea of Blood lapped at the shore, its crimson waves staining further the rocks that stretched up and down the coast.
Hailiene collapsed to the ground, her knees colliding with the blood crusted rocks, her body so battered that she gave no notice. She glanced at the sword in one hand and the axe in the other.
“Mother,” she whispered. “I am ready. I have done as you asked.”
A wave grew until it towered above her. When it had crashed upon the shore and gone back out to sea, Hailiene was taken with it, her reward finally given.
Disclaimer: Poop fart turdy bird nipples!