Another Friday is upon us! LET THERE BE DRABBLE!
Sooooooo, how’s your week been? Mmm-hmm… Right… Really? With Kevin? You don’t say… Oh, now that’s just lazy.
Anyhoo, my week has been good. I’ve been writing the hell out of Reign of Four: III. That medieval space fiction is some fun stuff! Y’all are gonna dig it when it comes out next year!
Know what else you’re gonna dig? A drabble!
Let’s get to it!
Not In A Row
“I just sign?” Victor asked.
“On the dotted line, baby,” Mr. Hob grinned. “Then you get to live a million days.”
“No tricks, right?” Victor frowned.
Mr. Hob snapped his fingers. “Nope.”
Victor hesitated then pierced his fingertip and signed.
“There,” Victor smiled. “Done!”
He stood there for a second then grabbed his chest and collapsed.
“What…?” Victor gasped.
“Right,” Mr. Hob smiled. “I never said the days would be in a row. Hopefully you wake up before they bury you.”
Mr. Hob walked off, a skip in his step, a whistle on his lips, another soul in his pocket.
Disclaimer: Don’t go down to the crossroads and try to flag a ride.
Welcome back! Come in, come in. Make yourselves comfortable while I inflict upon you another Halloween themed Drabble!
But, before I do, I want to weigh in on the Permuted Press hijinks going on: don’t believe the rumors and BS being spread. Just don’t. I’ll have a full blog post addressing this issue on Monday, so stay tuned.
Now, on to tonight’s drabble!
Then Please Stay
“The pumpkins screamed, man!” Horace shouted as he backed away from the front porch. “The damn things screamed when I tried to pick them up!”
“Dude, that’s the sound effects from across the street,” Bart frowned.
“You kids! Get away from my pumpkins!” the old woman screeched as she pushed open the screen door. “Go!”
“Help us!” three of the carved pumpkins screamed. “Help us!”
“Unless you want to join them,” the old woman sneered at the teenagers. “Then please stay.”
“Dude!” Bart said as he grabbed Horace’s arm. “We’re gone!”
“Told ya!” Horace cried as they turned and ran.
Disclaimer: Quit while you’re ahead, kids. Sometimes being too old to trick or treat is a good thing.
Another Friday means another Drabble Party!
And, as promised, all the October drabbles will be Halloween themed!
Speaking of Halloween, I know you’ll be busy on the 31st, but for those of you that don’t have plans on the 30th, you should come to Malaprop’s Bookstore here in Asheville, NC and see me read and sign Little Dead Man! There’ll be candy! And raffles for a chance to win the Ultimate Halloween Basket and a chance at Jake Bible novels for life! Gonna be a blast!
Would love to see ya there!
Now, on to the drabble!
More Than Apples
The apples floated in the tub, their skins striated with streaks of red and pink and yellow.
The apples bobbed up and down, up and down, as the tub was jostled this way and that.
The apples slammed to the bottom of the tub as the head was dunked.
The apples rolled about the head and came back up, ready to bob, bob, bob some more.
The apples were lost in the tub once the blood began to pour, lost in a small pool of deep crimson.
The apples were no longer all that floated and bobbed in the tub.
Disclaimer: Bobbing for apples is gross, people. Just gross. Don’t do it.
October is here!
That means it’s Halloween themed drabbles for the rest of the month! Some may be scary, some may be funny, some may be just, well…weird. Yay for Halloween!
And speaking of Halloween, I have a reading/signing at Malaprop’s Bookstore the night before Halloween! Here’s the flyer!
If you are in town that night then you should swing on by so you can have a chance to win FREE JAKE BIBLE NOVELS FOR LIFE! Just click on the poster and RSVP at the event page on Facebook. RSVPing helps me and helps Malaprop’s know how many people will be there.
Now, on to the drabble!
The room was filled with wood shavings as Biggs frantically carved stake after stake. There was no time to slow down, his only chance at survival was to be prepared for the worst.
A knock at the door puzzled him; they had never been so forward before. He stood, reached out, turned the knob, and yanked the door open while he held a stake above his head, ready.
“Trick or- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”
“DIE, EVIL!” Biggs bellowed as the children ran screaming. “What the…?”
He looked at his phone and saw 31 on the screen.
“Well, this makes things tricky,” he sighed.
Disclaimer: You’ll poke your eye out!
Oh, yeah, it’s Party time!
But, I don’t have much time because I gots to be writing/editing my middle grade scifi/horror series! Yes, folks, you heard that right, I’m writing for the kiddies!
I WILL WARP THE MINDS OF EVERY GENERATION!
I think your kids will dig the new series. It’s Goosebumps meets the Scooby Gang set in deep space! Huzzah!
Now, on to the drabble!
Beware The Moors!
“BEWARE THE MOORS!” the old man cried.
“Does he mean the swamps?” I asked my companion.
“The swamps?” my companion replied.
“Well, yes, swamps. Are not moors a type of swamp?”
“BEWARE THE MOORS!” the old man cried again before pissing himself.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” my companion said. “Shall we go?”
“But what about the moors? Are they swamps or not?”
“They can be made of wetlands, but are primarily grasslands like highland savannas.”
“BEWARE THE MOORS!”
The ghostly apparitions rode towards us with their scimitars swinging in the foggy night.
“Oh, those Moors.”
Disclaimer: BEWARE THE MOORS!