Friday Night Drabble Party!

Yes, yes, I know. It’s been a couple of weeks. I’ve been busy, okay? Sheesh! 😉

But, seriously, I have been busy. Health stuff (gallbladder will be going bye bye), work stuff (finishing a novel), life stuff (uh, life stuff, stop being nosy). It’s been a crazy few weeks.

But now I’m back!

Before we get to the 100 words, please take a moment to either buy tickets or donate to the Asheville High School Theatre Troop 2237! They were chosen as the best in the State of North Carolina for their one-act play, Spoon River. Now they get to go to Nationals! But, as many of you know, there is no money for the Arts in this country. And that was true before the Cheeto-In-Charge took over. So, if you can spare a few bucks, please donate! Every dollar helps them get to Lincoln, Nebraska in June!

Now, on to the Drabble!



One Hundred Feet
Jake Bible

The excavator tore into the hillside, ripping up trees, bushes, flower beds. It shredded what had once been considered the most beautiful landscaping in the neighborhood.

“Load it all up and head down to the gate,” Willis said. “Come back for as much as you can get.”

“You think this’ll hold ’em?” Bollen asked. “I don’t know if we can pile it high enough.”

“Not much choice,” Willis said. “You got this?”


“Good. I have to check on the watchtowers.”

Willis walked off, knowing that even a hundred feet of dirt and rock wouldn’t keep them back.

Nothing could.



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Posted on April 14, 2017, in Friday Night Drabble Party and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Stupid dog. “Butch, here boy!”
    Good one! Just whipped this up based on last night’s vacation “adventure.” Happier ending in real life.

    Who just goes off into the woods at night? Now I’m stuck traipsing through the dark. When I find him I’m gonna kill’im!

    “Butch. Buuuu-utch! Come ‘eer!”

    ‘We should get a dog,’ she says. ‘Daddy can we get a dog,’ they ask. ‘We PROMISE to take care of it.’ Yeah, that’s why I’m the only one out here looking for the stupid mutt.


    Nothing. No barks, no whines, just leaves and twigs crunching as I walk. Just wonderful.

    “Hey stranger. You looking for this here dog? I killed ‘im. Wanna see how?”

    Fucking dog…

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