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Here we are again. Time marches on and we find ourselves wrapped in the warm embrace of yet another Friday. Feel the hug. FEEL IT!
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Now, on with tonight’s 100 words of HUNGRY!
Ran No More
Tony ran as fast as he could. Which wasn’t very damn fast since he was missing a good twenty percent of his right thigh. A whole chunk. Gone. Bitten right out by what looked like a fifth grader.
But, Tony still ran. He hobbled his scrawny ass across the street, well aware of the monsters only half a block back that were hot on that ass.
“Let me in!” he shouted as he slammed his shoulder into the apartment building’s door. “Let me in!”
No one replied. No one came to see. No one opened up.
Tony ran no more.
Disclaimer: Aim for the head!
Another week has come to an end. And as your reward for not going ten kinds of insane and rampaging through the streets with a burning zucchini in both hands, you get free micro-fiction!
Let the Friday Night Drabble Party begin!
I have been very busy writing the third Roak novel this week. Should have it done by mid-August. So be on the lookout for the pre-order! In the meantime, if you’re not sure what Roak is, check him out below. The first two books are available now!
Now, on with the Drabble!
Her boots were slick with their blood.
The intricate stitching, which once had been ivory white, was stained a deep pink. Dee stared down at the boots, new by only a couple of days, and frowned. That shit didn’t come out.
Too late to do anything. The stitching would stay that color, maybe fade a little over time, but for the foreseeable future, she’d have pink stitching in her black boots.
Dee holstered her pistol and lit a cigar, puffing hard to get it glowing, then tapped ash on her main target’s slack face.
“Vaya con Dios, bitch,” she said.
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.
Tonight is my wedding anniversary! Huzzah to 19 years of awesome!
So, that means you have to buy me a present. THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS!
Nah, I’m kidding. But, hey, you can buy yourself a present in the form of the Mech Corps audiobook!
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.