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Friday Night Drabble Party
Yo! It’s Friday! Time for another bit ‘o the micro-fiction!
No big revelation this week. Last week’s announcement about being plagiarized is enough drama for the month, don’t you think?
So, this Friday, we’re getting right to the fiction.
But, if 100 words of awesome aren’t enough Jake for ya then feel free to click any of the links below and above. Explore the website and see what you might be missing! Over fifty novels published, people. I bet there’s something here you haven’t checked out yet. Get to it!
Now, on with the Drabble!
The sludge continued to get deeper and deeper. Haley screamed when it came up to her neck.
As with the last dozen times she’d screamed, there was no response.
The sludge continued to rise. Brown with a pinkish tint, the sludge was like nothing Haley had ever experienced. It wasn’t gelatinous; it wasn’t aqueous; it wasn’t coarse like quicksand.
The sludge was the sludge.
Then it crested her chin and reached her lips. She tried to keep it out, but there was no stopping the sludge. It entered her mouth, her nose, her eyes.
And Haley finally understood.
Disclaimer: I’ve been slimed.
What a year so far. Guess what I’ve been dealing with? Plagiarism!
First, I have to say that the hardest part about dealing with plagiarism is learning how to spell it. Who the hell put the “i” in there? English is one crazy language, y’all.
Anyway, for those that haven’t been following the saga on my social media feeds, an astute reader alerted me to the issue that an author named Balogun Ojetade decided he’d change character names and the setting of my Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter novel, but pretty much keep all the other prose and pass it off as his own. What a dick! The guy basically perpetrated a word for word ripoff of my novel. And thought he could get away with it!
The problem is in the Kindle Age, that fans and readers of specific genres can search Amazon for books by using specific keywords. Such as “bounty hunter”. That’s a pretty niche sub-genre. It was only a matter of time before the guy would have been found out. Lucky for me, the stolen novel was only up on Amazon for two days before I was alerted to the issue. Phew!
Anyhoo, don’t take my word for it. I happen to have a lovely visual aid! Check out the pic below and see for yourself how much of a ripoff this thing was. Jeez…
Ok, ok, enough about this crap. How about we get to the– WAIT!
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Alright, now, on with the drabble!
“Activation complete, sir. Shall I bring the subject fully online?”
“Please do, Mr. Balston.”
The click of keys echoed in the laboratory as the body lying supine upon the exam table stared blankly up at the ceiling. Another thirty seconds of key clicking by Mr. Balston passed before the body blinked twice then turned his gaze upon Dr. Sherman.
“Good evening, Lawrence,” the body said.
“Good evening, Channing,” Dr. Sherman replied. “How are you feeling this fine evening?”
“Like a new man, Lawrence,” Channing, the body, replied. He lifted a hand and stared at it. “Literally, I see. Well done.”
Disclaimer: Plagiarism is bad!
Hello, party people!
Another year is almost upon us! Good riddance to 2017! Seriously…
Click the pic and get to listening, yo!
The trail continued to wind down the mountain, a cascade of shadows hiding the bend far ahead of the hikers.
“I thought sundown wasn’t until six?” Max said. “Oh, God…”
“Chill. We just follow the trail,” Bill replied.
“Is this the right trail?” Marilynn asked.
“What?” Max exclaimed.
“I mean,” Marilynn said in a slow voice. “Shouldn’t the setting sun be in front of us?”
The howl filled the twilight. The hikers froze.
“We’re all gonna die!” Max screamed as he began running blindly down the trail.
“We’ll have to carry him, won’t we?” Bill asked.
Marilynn nodded and sighed.
Cheers! And HAPPY NEW YEAR, y’all!
Disclaimer: One is never truly lost…
Tis the season for a party! A DRABBLE PARTY!
Once more, 100 words have sprung from my mind and onto the page. Or screen. Wherever semi-sentient, semi-autonomous words spring to. Whatevs.
Hey, before we dive into merry making of tonight’s drabble, how about taking a look at For A Few Credits More. Great anthology and not just because I’m in it! If you dig scifi, especially military scifi, then these are the short stories for you! And for those that want more than space explosions and lots of pew pew pew, there are some amazing character-driven stories in here too (perhaps one written by yours truly). Have a look.
Now, on with the drabble!
“Six elves left.”
“You sure? We leave one elf and that little bastard will rip us apart.”
“I know my job, Prancer.”
“Jesus, Rudolph, can’t you tell us apart?”
“You’re just a bunch of dicks to me, man.”
“Sure. Born with a special nose and you think you’re above everyone.”
“Really? Are we going to do this right now? Are we? We have an elf problem here, Prancer!”
“See previous dick comment!”
“Where are you going? Prancer! Donner! Whatever your name is! Stand and fight, you wimp! STAND AND––! AAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Disclaimer: Happy Holidays!
Another Friday is upon us!
Hey, before we get into the 100 words of awesome sauce that is tonight’s drabble, how about I share a link to one sweet new release. And it’s not mine!
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Now, on with tonight’s drabble! Oh, and don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list. You get the Friday Night Drabble Party delivered to your inbox every week before everyone else gets to read it! Tell your friends! Huzzah!
The tires crunched gravel, making Wendell cringe with obvious discomfort.
“What’s your problem?” Horace asked.
“Hate that sound,” Wendell replied. “Like breaking styrofoam or fingers on a chalkboard.”
“What sound?” Horace asked after a couple seconds pause.
“Yeah, the gravel.”
“It’s just gravel, dude,” Horace scoffed. “It’s not even close to fingernails on a chalkboard.”
Horace shook his head and frowned.
“How do you get anywhere? All these roads are gravel.”
“Different when I’m driving,” Wendell said and glared hard at Horace.
“Whatever, dude,” Horace said. “Just load the guns and forget about the damn gravel.”
Disclaimer: Titan’s Wrath!