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A Little Drab'll Do Ya

Just having some fun with the drabble competition prompts...

 She woke up ecstatic at the thought of the joyful preparations ahead. She really loved the holidays.Then she caught sight of a printout her husband had left on the table. The Christmas present ticked her off mightily."You got what for my mother?” "It's n...

Are We There Yet

The 'children' are fighting and we haven't even left.

"It’s not what it looks like," he said. "I’m not pushing. You’re the one pushing." "Am not." "Are too." "Leave me alone. This side is mine. Stay on your side." "I’m not on your side. Now I’m on your side. Now I’m not on your side." "Stop. I’m gonna’ tell....

Unwanted Gift

My holiday drabble.

The Christmas present ticked me off! After twenty years of friendship, he knew how I felt about presents and Christmas. The wondrous ideal of love, family and religious worship, that Christmas is, was disappearing; being bastardized by the rapacious celeb...

“Not guilty, Your Honor.” “Tell the court what happened.” “Your Honor, I needed a gift for my wife. We married on New Year’s Eve last year; today’s our anniversary. The store was closing, and the clerk didn't want to accept my payment. I left my credit ca...

The high-pitched shriek woke her from the deep slumber. Her heart was pounding as she searched for the light switch with cold, trembling fingers. The familiar chill of fear coursed through her body as the room flooded with muted light from the single bulb...

She closed her eyes and absorbed the distinctive smell drifting through the air. Every nerve ending in her aching body started waking up. She couldn’t explain it, but it was like an inner pull deep inside of her that made her come alive. The sun was trick...

Pity the Living, Indeed

Just a tiny piece I wrote when I realised something at a funeral

The thing about funerals is that it's not only the poor bastard on the casket who looks dead. As you reach out to grab the crying son's shoulder or the wailing husband's hand, you see the hollows in their cheeks and their ashen faces and feel skin unnervi...

Cold Memories

Seasons Spent Pondering, part 1: Winter

As the snow falls silently outside my window, I sit here dreaming of you. I miss the way you smiled at me when I would run off on a tangent, then forget what I was talking about. I miss how you would sit at my desk working intently as I lie on the bed and...

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Muddled

He didn't remember seeing Chris at the party, but it's obvious now that he was there.

What the hell did Idrink last night? I thought, head spinning as I came into consciousness. Trying to think past the crippling post-alcohol agony I focused on the details that led to there being a crippling post-alcohol agony in the first place.Okay, best...