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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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.
Here we are!
Yep…here we are. Where are we exactly?
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Not A Thing
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to do this.”
“What? Dude! You can’t change your mind now! It’s too late!”
“It’s never too late.”
“Um, yeah, it is. You chopped his head off!”
“Then I call do-over.”
“I call do-over. We’ll just turn back time and I’ll not chop off his head.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Sure it is. We use a watch or hourglass or wibbly-wobbly phone booth.”
“Those don’t exist!”
“Those don’t exist. Time travel isn’t real.”
“Huh… You sure?”
“Shit. Okay. Well, guess we better bury the body then.”
Disclaimer: NO DO-OVERS!
Another episode of Writing In Suburbia is here!
And, well, it basically dovetails directly off the subject of the last episode. I don’t think what I’ll be talking about is going to go in the direction you think. Seriously. I wouldn’t have thought I’d be talking about this when I recorded last week’s episode. Obviously.
Well, you’ll see.
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Behold! The weekend is here! Let us celebrate with 100 words of free micro-fiction! The gods must be appeased by drabbles or lo unto all!
I have no idea what lo unto all means. It sounds scary, though.
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That’s how many shots it took to bring Clarence down. The man just wouldn’t fall. I emptied my revolver into him, reloaded, and nearly emptied it again before he collapsed to the steaming pavement.
“You shouldn’t have come here, man,” I said as I replaced the four spent cartridges. “You were warned.”
“What we gonna do with him?” Morgie asked.
“Leave him,” I said. “Gators will get him.”
“There’s gators?” Morgie asked.
I stared at the imbecile then shook my head.
“It’s Florida,” I replied.
Morgie nodded, not understanding.
Eleven shots to put him down.
Disclaimer: It dies at eleven.
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!