Welcome back to another Friday Night Drabble Party!
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Left To Haunt
Lost in thought, Gary faced the glass doors and stared into the street beyond. Throngs of people out for the Holiday shopping season packed the sidewalks.
There was a woman outside. There were many women, but one in particular pulled him from his thoughts. Her eyes. Cold, black, empty, dead. So dead.
He shook his head and turned. His wife stood there, puzzled.
“Lost you there,” she said and smiled.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said, returning the smile.
His attention returned to the street, but the woman was gone, only the memory of her eyes left to haunt him.
Disclaimer: The weather outside is frightful…
Twas the day after thanksgiving, and all through the house, food comas continue to subdue the rabble.
Rabble rhymes with drabble!
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Gears ground as he tried to force the shifter into third. The stick kicked hard against his palm. That would leave a bruise. Bruises were the least of his worries.
The pedal thumped against the sole of his boot, the clutch refusing to engage. He snarled as he fought back, shoving his foot down, determined to leave second gear.
Screaming, the engine protested the revolutions per minute forced on it. Screaming back, he dared to glance into the rearview mirror. The black sedan was gaining.
It would be on him after the next curve.
Damn that third gear to hell.
Disclaimer: Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Welcome to this week’s Party!
I missed last week. I know. The Fam had the day off from school and I was busy editing Stone Cold Bastards. It was a busy day. Plus, I just wasn’t feeling it. I’m sure some of you understand.
But, we’re back this week!
Before we dive into the 100 words of most excellent fiction, how about you do me favor and help out some Asheville youths that are part of the Asheville Writers in the Schools program. Now more than ever we need to strengthen the next generation of artists and writers. Please pledge. If you appreciate the free fiction I give out every week, or just want to be a decent human being (yeah, I went there), then pledge a couple dollars. Those dollars could help build a new future. I think we could use a new future.
And if you are in the Asheville area on Saturday, I’ll be at Malaprop’s from 1-4pm participating in the fundraising event. Click the link below to pledge and for more info. Please.
Now, on to the free micro-fiction. Free. Free, free, free. Free.
Name One Era
“What’s that?” Lyle asked.
“Time machine,” Hopper replied.
“A time machine? Seriously?” Lyle said. “Do you know how dangerous that is? Why would you build that?”
“To go back to when this country was great,” Hopper said, powering up the machine.
“When the hell was that?” Lyle asked. “Please name one era where this country wasn’t ruled by greed and bigotry?”
“That’s easy,” Hopper replied. “It was… Well, you know…”
“You got nothing,” Lyle said. “Come on. Let’s get a beer.”
“1870’s beer?” Hopper asked, hopeful.
“Sure, an 1870’s beer,” Lyle said. “If that’ll make you feel better.”
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I am participating in the 4th annual Mountain of Words Write-A-thon to support the work of Asheville Writers in the Schools and Community. This non-profit organization changes lives with creativity and literacy by connecting teaching artists with children, youth and families through innovative programs for those too often overlooked and underserved. Funds raised will support the Family Voices program in local elementary schools, summer artist residencies in programs for children from low income communities, and the new online magazine program for teens, Word on the Street. (Find out more by visiting ashevillewritersintheschools.org)
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NOW ONTO THE DRABBLE!
More Like Impossible
The way out was blocked.
Of course it was.
Helen stared at the cave in. She stared at the stacked boulders and the small rocks that trickled down from the top of the massive pile that stood between her and freedom. She stared at the improbable –more like impossible– turn of events.
The thing howled from deep within the cave, having caught her scent once again. Helen shivered at the sound. It just never gave up.
Helen climbed the boulders and began to yank the rocks free. No way she was giving up either. That thing could kiss her ass.
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Welcome back to the Party, y’all!
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“I give you, the formula for a monster!” Chad exclaimed as he held the beaker aloft and showed it to his friends.
They were less than impressed.
“Seriously?” Michelle asked. “You think that’ll work?”
“I know it will,” Chad replied. “I have zero doubts this will transform anyone that drinks it into a monster.”
“And that’s for us?” Nick asked.
“What? No,” Chad said. He downed the liquid. After a bit of coughing he smiled at his friends. “It’s for me.”
“Then why are we here?” Janice asked.
“Every monster needs victims,” Chad said as his body began to change.
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