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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It’s another Friday which means another Drabble!
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On with the show!
Hug Me And Hold Me
The house creaked something fierce. That is the biggest memory I have of it. The never ending creaking.
So when a storm kicked up, well, hoowee, the symphony would begin.
And the voices.
“What are they sayin’?”
“Oh, Lizzy, don’t ya worry none about them. The voices cain’t harm ya.”
“Are ya sure, Papa?”
“Yep… Sure as sugar.”
That always made me giggle. Sure as sugar. I never knew what it meant. Papa had so many sayings.
“Come here, littlun’.”
He’d hug me and hold until the voices stopped or I fell asleep.
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It’s March and time for another episode of Writing In Suburbia!
In this episode I talk about transitions. Whether transitioning to a new genre, new readership, or a whole new format, transition happens, y’all.
Hello, Friday, my old friend…
100 words of awesome is waiting for y’all. Just hangin’ out below, all lined up and ready for reading.
How about you check out Stone Cold Bastards first?
Okay, I’ll let you get on with the drabble goodness. The free drabble goodness. Free. No charge. Just like clicking that pic above. No charge at all. Totally free. From me to you.
Not A Good First Day
Elijah stepped into the room, ready for his first day of work.
No one there.
He heard some screams then a loud crash from down in the street. Elijah furrowed his brow and went to look. Unfortunately, the only window on the floor was in his new boss’s office. After some hesitancy, he sucked it up and went in.
The scene below was not so good. People running and crying. Things chasing them, catching them, killing them, eating them.
Not a good first day.
“Huh… I better start coffee. Wonder where the break room is?”
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Oh, it is on like Donkey Kong! Welcome back to another Friday Night Drabble Party!
Can I get a woo to the hoo, y’all?
Okay, as y’all know, I have a lot going on. A lot going on. A lot. Going on. So here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m posting pics below and maybe one will catch your eye. New novel (Outpost Hell). New novel available for pre-order (Stone Cold Bastards) with a fine t-shirt giveaway. New audiobook out (Drop Team Zero). A novel that has killed it in the SciFi charts and continues to get great reviews and is available in audiobook (Roak). So much going on. Click a pic and be transported to what suits yer fancy.
Now, how about we get to those 100 words of awesome?
A Small Woman
Tera sprinted across the grass, her feet slipping in the damp dew of the early morning. Her lungs burned and her calves had begun to cramp, but she didn’t dare slow.
Her only thoughts were to get to her daughter before that hatch closed. As if she could do anything against the machine that had come for the children. As if a small woman, petite since birth, could fight off the empire and take back the thing most precious to her in the world.
Tera screamed as the armored truck pulled away, spitting gravel in her face.
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