Friday Night Drabble Party!
Time to get your Drabble on, Drabble on, Drabble on! Time to get your Drabble on, because it’s Friday Night!
Yes, those words above should be sung to the tune of Polly Put The Kettle On. You are welcome for that earworm.
What’s up, home chickens?
You digging this fine November evening? I sure as shit hope so!
Now, of course, before we get to the 100 words of awesome, I should mention a couple of things.
- Mega 4: Behemoth Island– buy it or review it if you have already bought it. I thank you kindly for either or both. Much obliged.
- If you are interested in writing then there are a couple of things I am doing that should interest you. First is Writing In Suburbia, my podcast where I talk about life as a pro writer. The other is the Asheville/WNC Writers Coffeehouse. If you live in WNC then this is a great way to meet other area writers and share notes, experience, learn, and laugh. THERE WILL BE LAUGHTER!
Other than that, I think we’re good to go. On to the drabble!
Not My Oak
The tree refused to move. No matter how much Scotty screamed at it, waved his arms over his head at it, punched it, kicked it, called it names. Nope. It refused to move.
“It’s an oak,” Mr. Hansenfurth said as he peered over the privacy fence that separated their yards. So much for privacy. “Oaks are stubborn. You gotta bribe it.”
“Bribe it?” Scotty asked. “With what?”
“The blood of the innocent,” Mr. Hansenfurth said. “Oaks do love innocent blood.”
“Where do I get innocent blood in this town?” Scotty asked.
Mr. Hansenfurth shrugged. “Not my oak, not my problem.”
Posted on November 6, 2015, in Friday Night Drabble Party and tagged drabble, fiction, genre, horror, Jake Bible, micro-fiction, science fiction, scifi, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.