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Once again, the week ends and another Friday night is upon us! Let the games begin!
Okay, there aren’t any games. There are 100 words of awesome, though. You take what you can get in life, am I right?
Let’s get to those words now, shall we?
“Is it breathing?”
“How should I know? You ever seen anything like it before? I haven’t. Maybe it doesn’t breathe.”
“Everything breathes, man.”
“That so? It could be an alien. Aliens might not breathe. You don’t know shit about aliens.”
“I think it’s a dog.”
“Not a dog, dude.”
“Could be an alien dog.”
“Then it’s still not a dog, it’s just an alien.”
“An alien dog.”
“Not an alien dog!”
“Should I poke it? Maybe if I poke it, it’ll start breathing.”
“Or maybe it’ll bite your face off.”
“Aliens really need to start leashing their dogs.”
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Hey, will ya look at that! Another free Drabble to be shoved through your eyeholes directly into your brainpan!
It must be Friday!
I hope you dig tonight’s micro-fiction. If you do then perhaps share with others. Nothing like free fiction on a Friday to kick the weekend off. Don’t be stingy! Let the glory of the Drabble Party be for all! Huzzah!
Anyhoo, I’ll let you get to the 100 words of awesome. If you feel like checking out any of my other works out then scroll to the bottom and give those pics a click. I’d appreciate it.
Three Were Left
Three were left. They stood in a row, their bodies battered, their minds numb, their souls lost. Three were left.
One looked down at her right hand, barely seeing the bloody blade.
Two stared straight ahead, the memories of murder fading fast from her mind.
Three closed his eyes and hoped he’d be the last one. His lips moved in silent prayer.
Three were left.
They moved like lightning and struck twice as hard.
One’s blade bit. Two’s memories helped her none. Three’s prayers were almost answered.
The hands struck, the body crumpled.
Two were left.
But not for long.
Disclaimer: Free is good, but it don’t pay the bills.
This week’s (month’s?) episode is all about how aspiring (hate that word) writers make excuses not to do the work. Which is total BS. I talk about how you have complete power and control over where, when, and how you write, so shut up with the excuses!
I also talk about my pending gallbladder surgery. Fun!
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
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.