Another week is here and gone. That means it is time for a FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARTY!
Before we get to the micro-fiction of greatness (GREATNESS!), I’m a gonna pimp a book. Because that’s what I do. I pimp my books. It helps pay the bills.
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“Do you want the position or not?” Mr. Clarence asked Robert. “Because we’re only looking for team players here, Bobby.”
“Rob,” Robert whispered as he tried to keep his hand steady. “I go by-.”
“Don’t care,” Mr. Clarence said. “You’re now Bobby. A team player gets that. Are you a team player?”
“Yes, sir,” Robert replied. His palm was slick with sweat and he felt like he would pass out at any second. “But why do I have to kill him?”
“Easier for HR or something,” Mr. Clarence said. “Now pull the trigger and his job is yours, team player.”
Disclaimer: The corporate life is the life for me!
This week on Writing In Suburbia I fight Mexican drug cartels while my sidekick, Johnny Guns, woos the local madame to get information on the deadly Russian plot to take over Murica!
Or I talk about networking and the importance of friendships and professional connections in the industry. In essence: why writers drink so much.
It all happens at the bar!
Plus I decide it’s a good day to wash sheets.
Well, it may be a wet and rainy Friday here in good ol’ Western North Carolina, but that won’t stop the Party!
Of course, as it sometimes happens, I have some pimpin’ to do before we get to the 100 words of goodness.
Reign Of Four: I is on sale for $.99! This is only for a week, so hurry your ass up and get the first novel in the series that has been compared to George R.R. Martin’s Game Of Thrones, but in space! SPACE! After the deal is over this puppy goes back up to $5.99. Do the math, people. (I’ll do it for you) You save $5 if you buy it right now! RIGHT NOW! So, hurry and get the low, low price of $.99 for a novel that is perfect for lovers of space opera, historical fiction, and regal fantasy! ACT NOW!
Okay, enough shilling, time to get to the drabble!
The cup of coffee had long since gone cold by the time Malcolm was able to tear his eyes away from it and look at the gun that lay upon the kitchen table.
He studied the curves, the blued steel, the way the thing looked heavy even though it was only his .22 target pistol.
His eyes went from the gun to the strawberry jelly that covered the table around it. The dark red and hunks of fruit.
“Not jelly,” he whispered to himself.
He picked up his phone and dialed 911, ready to report what his wife had done.
Disclaimer: Hug the ones you love.
Welcome to another episode of Writing In Suburbia!
This week I get real about how income can flip on a dime (no pun intended). I also talk a little about getting back to my roots of being a pulp fiction writer. Okay, I talk a lot about getting back to my roots of being a pulp fiction writer.
And there might be some thoughts on soup and working food service.
Folks, it is that time of the week again! RITUAL HUMAN SACRIFICE TIME!
What? That’s Wednesdays? And we aren’t supposed to talk about it? Not to anyone? Ever?
Well, that’s a bummer. What’s the point of sacrificing one’s enemies if you can’t brag about it on one’s blog and/or social media? Sometimes I question the morals of this country.
Hey! Speaking of morals! Did you know Z-Burbia is only $.99 right now? AND, if you buy it you can add on the audiobook for only $1.99 more? Hot damn!
Now, on to tonight’s drabble! HUZZAH!
The Loop Never Stops
Trapped. The current data is processed at two gigabytes per second. The loop never stops.
Cassie stared at the words on her screen. She glanced over her left shoulder. No one was watching her. She glanced over her right shoulder. Herb was watching, but that perv was always watching.
Trapped. Enter protocol for return. The current data is processed at three gigabytes per second. Exponential growth. Cannot maintain position. The loop never stops.
Cassie was about to reply when Herb cried out then vanished into his monitor. Into it. Then gone.
Cassie decided it was time to go to lunch.
Disclaimer: Then…I got in.