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Friday Night Drabble Party
Okay, okay, I know I missed last week. But, y’all, I was at the lake! THE LAKE! Lake time rules.
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Now, on with the drabble!
The Legend stood in the middle of the street, pistol drawn, dust blowing everywhere.
“This is my town, Gil,” the Legend stated. “I ain’t gonna–.”
The gunshot rang out and the Legend fell to his knees. He stared down at the blooming red that soaked his vest just under his star.
“You were sayin’?” Gil sighed as he holstered his pistol. “I ain’t gonna…what?”
The Legend sputtered, coughed, fell on his face, died.
The townsfolk gasped.
“Guess I’m the new sheriff in town,” Gil said, grinning at the townsfolk. “Bet you sorry sacks didn’t see that comin’, did ya?”
Disclaimer: Shoot first.
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Now, on with the Drabble!
“Punch the fuck outta him! Punch his goddamn face in!”
The adults’ conversation came to a halt. They turned to regard the foul-mouthed toddler that was busy staring at the fence.
“You call that a punch? That’s a slap from a three year old boy!”
“Missy?” the child’s mother said as she walked quickly over to her daughter. “Missy?”
“Ghost fight, bitch. Don’t interrupt.”
The mother’s left eye twitched. She returned to the patio.
“Girls will be girls,” she said when the guests looked for an explanation.
They nodded in agreement and went back to their boring adult chat.
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On to the Drabble!
Press The Button
“Press the button, love.”
“Do not hesitate, my dear. Press the button.”
“It will end everything. Everything, sweetheart. Are we sure this is what we want?”
“Have we ever been less sure of anything before? There’s nothing left. Press the button and we close the book on this world and this life. All things must come to an end. Now is our time.”
“I suppose so. It is rather dreary out there. Not a soul left alive anyway.”
“Except the rats.”
“Yes. The rats. Do you think some of them will survive?”
They pressed the button.
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Now, on to the Drabble!
Dead Or Dormant
“Is it… Is it a…god?” Teller asked, one gloved hand to his chest, the other on the butt of his pistol.
“No, Teller, it’s not a god,” Basko replied as he checked the readings on his handheld scanner. “It doesn’t even register. The thing is dead or dormant.”
The two crewman stared at the behemoth that was collapsed across the hillside. Above them red clouds swirled endlessly, creating a vertiginous feeling that threatened to send both of them to their knees. Finally, they turned and hiked back to the shuttle.
A massive eye opened, filled with relief. Close one.
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Now, on to the Drabble!
The engine sputtered and died.
Tanya glared at the gas gauge, the red arrow lying its ass off as it pointed to half a tank. She pounded the steering wheel with white hot rage until the heels of her hands were tenderized into bruised lumps of pain.
She grabbed the blood-coated backpack and shotgun from Delia’s lap and shoved the driver’s side door open. Delia wasn’t going to need them; she’d died a good fifty miles back.
Tanya didn’t waste a second. She sprinted into the shadowed woods that bordered the road. Cross country was the new plan.
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