Time again for 100 words of pure AWESOME!
But, before we dive into the micro-fiction, I need a little help.
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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.
Disclaimer: Mmmm, crab puffs.
Well, will you look at this! I managed to get one more episode in before 2016 calls it quits.
In this episode I chat about so much stuff. All the stuff. There’s a lot of stuff. I also unlock a secret to quickly writing a pilot script for TV. You know, in case you needed something more specific than just stuff.
Welcome back to another Friday Night Drabble Party!
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Now, on to the 100 words of super groovy, super grooviness!
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…