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!
Another Friday! Another Drabble! Another Party!
It’s gonna get crazy in here!
Well, maybe not crazy, but cooky. Okay, okay, maybe not cooky, but a little whacky. Alright, not so much whacky as I need a nap.
But seriously not serious, welcome back to the Drabble Party. Let’s just dive right into the drabble, shall we? And afterwards, while you smoke your post-literary coital cigarette, maybe browse the website a bit. Check out the novels, the short stuffs, the whatevers. Feel free to kick back and hang.
“You think threatening me with violence will work?” Mr. Mason asked.
“I’m not threatening you with violence,” I said. “I’m threatening to destroy your life. I will insinuate myself in ever single detail of your existence and piss all over it. By the time I am done with you, you’ll willing place a gun in your own mouth and pull the trigger.”
“Do you have any idea the resources I command?” Mr. Mason asked.
“I do,” I said. “And I don’t care. Fourteen hours to make things right.”
“How?” he shouted.
I just shrugged and walked out of the room.
Disclaimer: I be chillin’, yo.
Yep, I am writing this on Thursday. Why? Because I am Odin’s Son, Thor, the God of Thunder!
No, actually it’s because I am heading to World Horror Con 2015 down in Atlanta. I say “down” because I live in Asheville, NC. Atlanta is below me!
While you read this, I’ll be at the author mass signing at the convention. Sitting there with amazing authors, all lined up and signing our books together. I am going to sign all of mine using the name Shecky Dark. It’s funny AND scary!
But, just because I am hobnobbing with the horror elite doesn’t mean y’all don’t get a drabble! Huzzah!
“Finally, we meet,” the Shadow Master said.
“Yes, we finally do,” Lord Malk stated, his confidence at an all time high due to his ingestion of the Herb of Wuppass. “Come at me, Shadow.”
“I think not!” the Shadow Master laughed. “You come at me!”
“Uh, no, you’re supposed to come at me,” Lord Malk replied. “Seriously. Come at me.”
“Not sure where you’re getting that,” the Shadow Master said. “Why do I have to start the fight? Because I’m evil? As if.”
The two opponents, destined to stand and face each other, continued that way for eternity.
Disclaimer: It’s just an honor to be nominated!
Who’s ready to get their Drabble on?
So, while you are busy reading this, if you are reading it on Friday, which I know you are because you are a faithful, loyal reader that has sprung for the implant… Forget what I just said about the implant. There is no implant. Implants don’t exist. They never have.
Sooooo, how are you?
Okay, I’ve just given up on being subtle.
What was I talking about? Oh, right, what I’m doing while you are reading this. I’ll be at a cabaret fundraiser for Asheville High School’s drama program so a bunch of kids can afford to go to the National Thespian Festival this summer.
SUPPORT THE ARTS, MOTHERFUCKERS!
The NEA should hire me. I’d be very effective.
Anyhoo, if you want to go then just head to AHS by 7pm tonight or Saturday night. Tickets are $20 for adults, $10 for students. There will be desserts and beverages provided. Plus JAZZ HANDS! You should really go.
Now, how about a drabble?
“Come one, come all! See the amazing acts of strength and daring! The world’s most amazing, the world’s greatest, the world’s… Ah, screw it,” Miguel said as he looked out at the empty boardwalk.
The shop next to his Amazing Carnival of Freaks attraction stood empty, Ms. Bessie having packed up and left months ago. No point in sticking around when there weren’t any customers.
Miguel sighed and sat his ass down on the rickety stool by the mirrored entrance to his attraction. He frowned at his reflection, noting the radiation sores that had started to bloom on his skin.
Disclaimer: SUPPORT THE ARTS, MOTHERFUCKERS!
Well, hello there! Y’all just swinging by to shoot the shit? Oh, what’s that? You want a drabble? A FREE drabble?
Well, hot damn, are you in the right place!
Not gonna do any shilling tonight (BUY IN PERPETUITY!) and just gonna get right to the mighty micro-fiction that has you all hot and bothered.
The cocktails were served, the conversation was lively, the atmosphere of the evening was friendly.
Except for the matter of the corpse in the corner.
Folks tried to ignore it, to turn their heads and pretend that they had more relevant things to discuss. But, there it sat, refusing to leave.
“Didn’t even wear cocktail attire,” one woman scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“I know,” another replied, disgusted. “The nerve.”
There was a sigh of relief when a server finally hefted it over his shoulder and took it from the room.
More cocktails were served. It turned into a lovely evening.
Disclaimer: It’s okay to get hot and bothered by 100 words. It’s a perfectly normal part of life.