Another Friday is here so that means it’s time for more Drabble greatness! Huzzah!
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Now, on with the drabble!
“Of all the specimens I’ve collected, this one is my favorite,” Mr. Rege stated as he gestured towards the display case. “As you can see, it is perfectly preserved. Until this find, only partial examples were ever found.”
Morgan stared at the multi-limbed…thing. It was suspended in the display case by thick wires, its impossible body hung for all to see.
Then it twitched.
“Uh…Mr. Rege?” Morgan said, tapping him on the shoulder as the man continued to address the other guests. “It moved.”
“Nonsense,” Mr. Rege said as the display case shattered into a thousand pieces.
Disclaimer: Don’t tap on the glass!
Welcome back, y’all!
How do these Fridays keep happening? Where do they all come from? It’s like every week there’s another Friday. Crazy.
HEY! Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, but HEY!
Okay, maybe not that last one…
Anyhoo, reviews are how authors stay alive these days. If you forget to review your favorite author then they shrivel up like shrinky dinks and become husks of their former selves. And as much fun as that would be to watch, just like watching shrinky dinks in the oven, most authors don’t enjoy shriveling. Something to do with the thymus gland or whatever.
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Now, on with the drabble!
“Can we cry alone and be our better selves?” Missy asked, her eyes locked onto the image before her. “Can we be solitary creatures and improve upon our basic beings?”
“Uh…” Craig mumbled, unsure of where she was going with all that.
“I mean, look at this,” Missy continued, nodding at the image. “It’s excruciating. The inner turmoil I feel demands that I be alone.”
“I’m not seeing…” Craig began, but gave up. The image wouldn’t let him finish.
“Maybe we should break up?” Missy suggested.
“I can’t… I won’t…” Craig stuttered.
The image watched them, mocked them, ruled them.
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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.
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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…
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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!
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