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.
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.
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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.
Hello, Friday, my old friend. I’ve got 100 words again.
In sentences softly creepy, in paragraphs that are something something…
Okay, I couldn’t keep it going. It’s early when I am writing this and coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. But, for you, my brave fans of micro-fiction, it is FRIDAY NIGHT DRABBLE PARRRRRRRTY TIIIIIIIIIMMMME!
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Now, on to the drabble!
Modern City Life
The subway rattled down the tracks while Holston stared at his hands. The other passengers had gotten off at the last few stops, leaving the car empty, a decaying mausoleum of modern city life.
Holston coughed. He didn’t cover his mouth, just watched the droplets of spittle hit the deck of the subway car, adding to the years of grime and gunk.
He wiped at his mouth and the back of his hand came away bloody.
It was too late.
Holston set his hand on his jeans and closed his eyes, ready for the end of the world to begin.
Disclaimer: You can’t take it with you when you die. Whatever it is.
Well, hello there! Nice to see you have returned for more 100 word goodness!
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I didn’t think so.
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Now, onto the drabble!
It Was Not Over
The car screamed around the corner, the driver desperate to escape his pursuer. He whipped the wheel this way, that way, back and forth, dodging the other cars, his foot pressing the accelerator all the way to the floor.
The impact was sudden. The driver screamed. He became wedged against the guardrail. It was not over. Six other cars joined in. Impact after impact made the driver’s head snap back again and again.
“Ow,” Bobby said as he walked down the exit plank. “They need higher headrests in those things.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Allison laughed. “They’re just bumper cars.”
Disclaimer: Be not afraid of the carnie life, for the carnie life is a glamourous life!