Here we are again. You. Me. A Drabble between us. It’s like it’s fate.
Welcome back to the party, y’all. THE party. No other party going on tonight. Nope. Plenty of drinking and crying, but not much partying.
I hope you enjoy tonight’s 100 words. Maybe they’ll inspire you. Give you a feeling of wonder. You remember that feeling, right? It’s that feeling I try to capture every time I write. But, it should be a feeling we all bring to the world every single day no matter the job.
Bring wonder, y’all.
Pretend For Real
“Captain! The engines are overheating!”
“Divert power to shields!”
It had come out of nowhere. The system they were exploring should have been empty, but there it was, guns blazing and on a collision course with them.
“Fire torpedoes! Blow it out of the sky!”
“Space. Not sky.”
“Why do you have to be such a bummer, Nick?”
The kid, Nick, about eight, turned around, the cardboard taped to his chair falling off as a bit of tape came loose.
“If we’re going to pretend then we need to pretend for real, Paul. Jeez.”
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Time again for 100 words of pure AWESOME!
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Now, on with the Drabble!
All In The Hopes
The swing arm creaked, its hinges not having been used in close to a decade, as Lester pulled the mic close to his lips.
“This is Lester Gomez,” he said, his voice shaky and unsure. “I’m hoping someone, anyone is out there to hear me. It’s been fifteen years since the event. Fifteen years. I finally got this transmitter station up and going. I’m using solar, wind, even a pedal bike, to power it. All in the hopes…”
He trailed off, his voice choked with emotion.
“All in the hopes I’m not the last person left alive on this planet.”
Here we are again. It’s Friday. Apparently we’re getting some snow tonight.
I’ll believe it when I see it. Part of moving to the mountains was because of snowy winters. Global warming took care of that! Thanks, Obama! It snowed!
Anyhoo, it’s time to get toasty and kick back for some 100 word goodness.
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And now, on with the Drabble!
The thumb drive sat on my desk for six days before I had the courage to plug it into the USB port on my computer. I should have waited six hundred days.
The files were filled with horrors. Horrors that I couldn’t imagine.
Documents, photographs, maps, sound recordings.
All of it was there on my Mac’s desktop. Just sitting there, the evidence that countless generations had hungered for. I had it.
But, for how long?
The following day the black sedans began to trail me. The men with earpieces on the street corners came next.
I haven’t stopped running.
It’s the last Drabble of 2016, y’all!
LET THIS YEAR DIE BY FIRE!
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His disguise had been too perfect.
He’d slid in through the back to steal leftovers from the kitchen before the head chef threw them into the incinerator. A month’s worth of food, destined to be burnt to dust at the end of the night.
When his chance came, he took it.
Then it all fell apart.
Trays of illicit hors d’oeuvres in hand, he was suddenly shoved into the ballroom, an angry red face yelling for him to stop standing there and get back to work. He’d been mistaken for a server because of his disguise.
His damned, perfect disguise.
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Now, on with the Drabble Party!
It was a number she lived by.
A number she worked by.
A number one day she expected to die by.
Nine in the magazine, one in the chamber.
Problem was, she needed eleven. Twelve, if she wanted to leave the slimmest margins for error. There was always error.
She’d been told six men would accompany Gordon. Six, not eleven. Six would leave four for error. A wide margin.
No margin left with eleven.
Oh, well. That’s why God gave her two hands with ten fingers.
They’d have to make up the difference.
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