Friday is here and we shall celebrate with 100 words of fantastical awesomeness!
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Now, on with the Drabble!
The body was just too darn big to fit inside the box.
Jasper went to find the old axe he’d been meaning to sharpen for ages. Ages. He stared at the dull and rusted blade, sighed, then got to work.
Two hours. It took two hours for Jasper to get the body down to a manageable size so he could shut the box’s lid. He made sure the latch closed properly and affixed a nice, solid padlock.
Jasper was about to return the axe when the knocking from inside the box began.
It was going to be a long night.
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Now, on with the 100 words of fantastical abandonment!
They leapt into the air, kicking their back legs out as they curled their fore legs in, their hairy chins pointed down then up, down then up.
The creatures hopped from rock to rock, never slowing, never looking like they even knew what hesitation was. Their exuberance for life was evident by their loud bleats and constant movement.
The day wore on and their energy finally began to flag. They nodded to each other and headed for home, ready for a hearty dinner and nighttime nuzzles. It had been a glorious time.
Jut another day in the lives of weregoats.
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Happy Friday, y’all!
I did not post a drabble last week due to some intense editing on my novel, Black Box, Inc. Y’all are gonna love this one when it comes out. Urban fantasy with a Jake Bible spin. But, I’ll be announcing that later down the line. Stay tuned!
For tonight, though, I give you a bit of horror. I haven’t been in the horror mood much lately. Concentrating on scifi and fantasy and whatnot. So, it was fun to delve into the darker corners and see what bloody morsel I could pull out of my head.
Lucy scrolled through the pictures on her phone again and again, growing more nauseous with each viewing of the despicable acts she saw, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away.
All that blood. So much blood.
The bodies were mutilated beyond recognition. Skin flayed open and spread out. Limbs nearly hacked off. The brutality was almost more than she could comprehend.
But, obviously, not more than she could perpetrate. Because in each picture, with a selfie smile plastered to her face, there she was. Face coated in gore, machete prominently displayed.
“How drunk did I get last night?” she muttered.
Disclaimer: Say cheese!
Another Friday is upon us and what a Friday it is!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
On with the Drabble!
A thrust of the blade and the craggy troll fell. It clutched at its belly, its knees sinking a foot deep in the muck and mire that made up the long neglected lane.
“Why ya done that to me, pally?” the troll asked. “I weren’t gonna harm ya.”
The boy stood there, troll blood dripping from the blade in huge, chunky globs. He didn’t reply. He didn’t move. Only stood there and waited.
The troll nodded. “Tis my lane to protect, but ya had all rights to pass. I stopped ya. My death is on me.”
The boy nodded. “Aye.”
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