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Before we jump into the mighty, mighty micro-fiction, hows about I announce a new audiobook? Yeah? Yeah!
In Perpetuity is now available in earhole format! Word of warning, though. There are lots and lots of naughty words in this audiobook. If you have tender ears, then it may not be the audiobook for you. But, if you dig space marines, intrigue, brutal violence, AND lots and lots of naughty words then this is ALL FOR YOU!
IN PERPETUITY WE LIVE!
IN PERPETUITY WE FIGHT!
IN PERPETUITY WE DIE!!
For two thousand years, Earth and her many colonies across the galaxy have fought against the Estelian menace. Having faced overwhelming losses, the CSC has instituted the largest military draft ever, conscripting millions into the battle against the aliens. Major Bartram North, Chief Training Officer on the CSC Training Station Perpetuity, has been tasked with the unenviable task of coordinating the military education of hundreds of thousands of recruits and turning them into troops ready to fight and die for the cause.
As Major North struggles to maintain a training pace that the CSC insists upon, he realizes something isn’t right on the Perpetuity. But before he can investigate, the station dissolves into madness brought on by the physical booster known as pharma. Unfortunately for Major North, that is not the only nightmare he faces- an armada of Estelian warships is on the edge of the solar system and headed right for Earth!
Major North has one chance to find out the truth, rescue the Perpetuity from its madness, and defend the Earth from attack, or all of humanity could be lost forever!
Now, on with the drabble!
The thing about deadlines is they are technically a line in the sand of work. You can put your toe right on that line, but once you go over you’re screwed. That can probably be said about any job in any profession in any business across the country. Hell, across the globe.
Except, in my job, there is an emphasis on the first part of the word. The “dead” part of deadline.
Which is why I’m where I am. Neck deep in cement while my bosses discuss my fate.
I think my performance review is about to include baseball bats.
Disclaimer: Batter up!
That’s right, y’all, Team Grendel returns in another high seas adventure!
But, this time, things ain’t going so great for Grendel and the crew of the Beowulf III. Nope. Not good at all.
Mega 5: Murder Island is ready now for your eager eyeholes!
Team Grendel is out of options.
With a mysterious enemy destroying their refuges, the crew of the Beowulf III is forced to seek sanctuary on an island that wants nothing more than to kill them all, an island that is pure death and evil.
While Ballantine struggles to find them a less deadly option, Team Grendel must risk their lives to help a teammate. Something is wrong with Darby and an answer must be found before it is too late. But finding that answer may mean not all of them will make it out.
Fear! Death! Terror! BLOOD!
Nothing is right, nor will it ever be again, when Grendel and the crew land on Murder Island!
It’s Friday! Do you know where your Drabble is?
It’s right here!
Hey, but before we get into 100 words of beautiful, magical, chocolate-flavored fiction, how about I mention that Writing In Suburbia is back from its summer break? Yeah? Okay, I will!
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Okay, on to the drabble!
Late Night Crowd
“That’s $7.50,” the clerk said, her hip cocked to the side, bored eyes watching the man across from her. “Hello?”
Trench coat. Hat pulled down shadowing his face. Leather gloves. Two colas and a bag of pork rinds on the counter.
“$7.50?” the man asked, his voice thin, reedy.
“Yeah,” the clerk said. She leaned forward and repeated, very slowly, “Seven. Fifty.”
“Oh,” the man said. “Sorry.”
He turned and shuffled away without his snacks.
“Weirdos,” the clerk said then the smell hit her and she leaned over the counter. “Great. Another slime trail. I hate the late night crowd.”
Disclaimer: Can I have the key to the bathroom?
I’m finishing edits on Mega 5, but I still have time to get y’all your weekly fix of micro-fiction!
YOU! ARE! WELCOME!
And, since I’m never one to stand between a person and his or her fix, how’s about we get this show started?
Crushed beneath ten tons of cement, Horace was seriously rethinking his career choice.
“Golem needed,” the ad had read. “Exciting work environment. Pay DOE.”
Horace hadn’t ever been a golem. He was a rock troll by birth, a creature of the dirt and mud by nature, and an opportunistic worker by personality, so the gig intrigued him. But he wasn’t jewish.
“No problem,” the manager said. “We’re open-minded.”
He wondered if “open-minded” was actually code for “goes through a lot of golems”.
As Horace lay there under ten tons of heavy cement, he thought he knew the answer.
Disclaimer: Read the contract!
Happy Friday, y’all!
If it is Friday then it must be Drabble time! Yep, I have 100 words of goodness waiting for you.
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Now, on to the drabble!
Only Two Names
Three names. Always three names. First, middle, last. That was how history remembered the killers.
Tony didn’t have three names. His parents were hippie dippy types, forever going against societal convention.
“Tony is the only name you need,” his mother had said. Not even Anthony or Antonio, but just Tony.
“More than you need,” his father had added. “The Universe knows us by our souls, man, not by our names.”
“So true,” his mother had agreed.
Tony sat there, the rifle across his legs, weeping. When it was all done he’d be laughed at, he knew it.
Only two names.
Disclaimer: What is in a name?