So, we meet again. I always knew it would come to this. Me here. You there. A Drabble between us. So it has been foretold, so it has been written!
Written in 100 words exactly, that is! BAM!
Welcome back to the Friday Night Drabble Party! It’s the time of the week where you can let all your inhibitions go and just be free! FREE!
Of course, that depends on what your inhibitions are. If something inside your head is keeping you from putting your private bits in the mayonnaise then maybe keep that inhibition. That wouldn’t be so bad. Think of the children.
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Now, on to the 100 words!
Half An Inch
The doorknob was half an inch from Louise’s fingertips. Only half an inch. All she had to do was grab it, turn it, and she’d be free.
Terry screamed again. From far off, back inside the house Louise had fought so hard to get free from. And she was so close. Half an inch so close.
“Turn the knob. Run,” Louise told herself. Terry screamed again. Louise cringed. “Turn the knob. Run.”
“Yes. Turn the knob. Run,” It said.
Louise screamed and grabbed for that last half an inch. She never made it.
She had been so close.
This week I chat about marketing and all that crap. I talk a little about what I do, and what I don’t do, and the whys. I don’t always do what I should and there are reasons. Listen and find out those reasons! REASONS!
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Now, on to the Drabble!
“You know where the Morgan place is?” Harley asked as he leaned out the car window. “It’s not on GPS.”
The old man wiped his veiny nose. “Burnt down twenty years ago, son.”
“Right,” Harley replied. “But, I have to see the ruins. For insurance.”
The old man sighed then gave Harley elaborate directions. “Don’t stay after dark.”
It was after dark when Harley pulled into the overgrown driveway. A very large, very not burned down mansion stood ominously before him, every window lit with candles.
“Nope,” Harley said and turned the car around. “Big, huge nope.”
Disclaimer: Is that organ music?
Oh, that is right, my friends! The Party is back!
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!