Tuesday, April 25, 2017

U is for Ubiquitous


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Ubiquitous

“Ugh, that song,” Joel grumbled.  “I hear it everywhere I go!”
Cindy nodded, sipping her soda.  The radio was barely audible over the clattering plates and chattering customers, but it was enough.  “I know what you mean.  It’s as ubiquitous as people who can’t parallel park.”
Joel raised an eyebrow.  “You can’t parallel park.”
“See what I mean?  That illustrates my point.”
He honestly didn’t know what the point of the conversation was anymore.  The badly auto-tuned vocals and uninspired lyrics were melting his brain.  He covered his ears, but the song played on in his mind, mocking him.

Monday, April 24, 2017

T is for Traitor



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Traitor

“You traitorous swine!” Jonah cried, holding the sword aloft.  “How dare you betray us this way?  How has it come to this?”
Emilio lay on the floor, his hands held up in surrender.  “I’m sorry!  Take anything from me!  Just spare my life and I will go!”
Jonah shook his head.  “Nothing but your spilled blood will appease me.”
“What in the world is going on here?  You’re supposed to be cleaning your room.”
Jonah and Emilio turned to see their mother standing in the doorway.  Jonah let the foam sword fall to his feet.  “Our plans have been foiled.”

Saturday, April 22, 2017

S is for Shadow


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Shadow

“No one said causing the apocalypse would be easy,” The Shadow whispered.
Scarlett shook her head.  The Shadow had been visiting her entire life, delivering messages into her impressionable ear.  “If this is what I was born to do, why should it be hard?”
“Fulfilling your destiny is never easy,” The Shadow replied.  “If you never struggle, you can never take pride in your work.”
She sighed.  Empathy certainly made her hesitant to bring about the end of the world.  The idea of failure also kept her from refusing to do so altogether.  What was a teenage girl to do?

Friday, April 21, 2017

R is for Restraint, Where Words Fail Music Speaks Release, and Celebrate the Small Things-April 21, 2017

I have a lot of stuff for you today, so I hope you stick with me! Let's start with today's A to Z piece!



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Restraint

Don’t do it.  No matter how much you want to strangle him, it isn’t worth it.  Just walk away.  You can do it.
“It’s easy,” he continued with a wave of his hand.  “Anyone can write a book.  You shouldn’t complain.”
I trembled, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.  I’d never exercised such restraint before.  Part of me didn’t know why I was even holding back.
He’s not worth getting in trouble over, I reminded myself.
“I could write a book if I wanted to,” he said.  “I just don’t have the time for that sort of thing.”


I hope you enjoyed that!  Now let's move on to the next tidbit I have for you today!

I'm excited to be taking part in the release blitz for the Where Words Fail, Music Speaks Anthology, which is out now!  (I'm currently in the process of reading an ARC of this, and I'll have a review for you soon!)


Where Words Fail, Music Speaks is a collection of short stories and poetry by writers from all walks of life.

Each story is based on the titles of 90s Britpop songs, including Come Back To What You Know, Bittersweet Symphony, Animal Nitrate, Disco 2000, and more.

Our list of authors is: Kyra Lennon, Clare Dugmore, Annalisa Crawford, Ker Dukey, Wesley Copeland, Robb Turburville, D H Sidebottom, Audrina Lane, M.B. Feeney, Karen Frances, S.J Warner, Scout Dawson, Kimberly Morgan, Maddie Wade, Rebeccalou Heronpontin, Andrea Coventry

All proceeds from the sales of this anthology will go to Clusterbusters.





Okay!  Let's take a deep breath and move on to the final part of this post!



And last but not least in this monster post, it's Friday!  Let's Celebrate the Small Things with Lexa Cain!  Tonja Drecker and I are her co-hosts.

It's been a challenging week, so I'm mostly grateful that it's Friday.  We had a major car issue this week, in that our Taurus has had a catastrophic issue.  It's never a good sign when you're driving with your children and you hear a terrible cracking sound, after which the car starts making terrible thumping noises and shaking.  Oh dear.  We haven't finished assessing the damage yet, but it isn't good.  I'm just glad this happened close to home and at a low speed.  It could have been far worse.

Poor Zoe also has an eye infection, although it doesn't seem to be bothering her that much.  She still seems like a happy baby, so I'm glad about that.

At least my writing is still going well.  I'll celebrate that.

What would you like to celebrate?


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Q is for Quantum



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Quantum

“I’m going mad,” Ruby said, glaring at the open science textbook in front of her.  “I don’t think anyone can study quantum physics without losing their minds.”
No one could hear her, of course.  There was no one else in this desolate section of the library.  Not this late at night.
She tried to picture what the pieces of paper and the wood of the table looked like at the quantum level.  Then she stopped.  She didn’t want her brain to implode.
Shaking her head, she returned to her reading.  Mad or not, she had an assignment to finish.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

P is for Peace and Write, Edit, Publish



Today is a slightly different day.  Every other day throughout the A to Z Challenge, I've written a drabble based on a word I got using a random word generator.  Today, I'm writing a poem based on the word PEACE.  This is, of course, due to my participation in Write, Edit, Publish.  Thank you to Yolanda Renee and Denise Covey for hosting this event.

Since I've been doing drabbles, which are pieces of fiction of exactly 100 words, I set myself the additional challenge of making my poem also be 100 words in length.  Poetry isn't my strongest area, so this was tough, but I hope it works!

Peace

Joy may grow in darkened spaces
And comfort found in unlikely places
Discord and strife will persist
Yet hopelessness we shall resist
Kindness is the seed we sow
With the wish that it should grow
On and on the torch is passed
Flames of love shall always last
Through times of trouble, dark and cold
The flame is sheltered by the bold
Strength of character and conviction
Carry us on despite affliction
Hold fast to that which fosters good
As children are taught they should
Be a force for joy, never cease
For that is how we create the peace.


Word Count: 100
FCA

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

O is for Oblivious and Maski Release Day!


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Oblivious

“I get the feeling I’m missing something important,” Sarah said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Ian nodded.  “I’m not surprised.”
“It’s weird, because I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” she continued distractedly.
“We have.  Once a year, in fact.”
She sighed.  “For the life of me, I can’t think of what it is.”  She approached the refrigerator to retrieve a cold can of Coca Cola, passing the calendar on the wall as she did.
That day’s date was circled in red marker and clearly labeled ANNIVERSARY.  Ian smiled.  Oblivious as Sarah was about such things, he still adored her.


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However, is all as it appears? After two bizarre days, the intruder mysteriously disappears but continues to play mind games with her. Taught by her mother to distrust the mainstream-based power structures, and with her stalker possibly linked to a high level of government, Brendell conceals the incident from the police. But will her silence keep her safe?

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Monday, April 17, 2017

N is for Numbers


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Numbers

My life can be broken down by numbers.
For example, it’s been 472 days since I left my house.  Delivery services and working from home have made this possible.
It’s been 38 days since I last considered going outside.  I only thought about it seriously for 1 hour and 23 minutes.
It’s been 12 days since my last shower.
It’s been 492 days since your car crashed.
It’s been 478 days since the doctors said there was no hope.
478 days since I even wanted to look at another person.
I can’t go even 1 minute without thinking of you.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

M is for Mishap



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Mishap

It began with a harvest of grapes.
Those grapes were transformed into a delicious wine.
That wine was consumed at a wedding.
Some wedding guests consumed more wine than others. 
The best man consumed more than was advisable in a short amount of time.  That best man decided to stand on a table to give his speech.
The table in question also held the wedding cake.
The best man concluded the speech lying atop the flattened cake.  All who saw it were horrified at the mishap.
At least there was a fondue table.  The guests enjoyed chocolate covered grapes instead.

Friday, April 14, 2017

L is for Literal and Celebrate the Small Things-April 14, 2017



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!


Literal

The cast itched so much it was going to drive Lloyd mad.  He glared at the blue plaster, fury bubbling inside him.  His leg was propped on a footrest, placed so half the TV screen was obscured.  This left him with little to do other than stew in his own misery.
His friend Danny shuffled into the room.  “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” Lloyd grumbled.  “One performance and I’m out of the play.  I can’t believe I fell off the stage.”
Danny grinned.  “When I told you to break a leg, I didn’t think you’d take me literally.”





It's Friday!  Let's Celebrate the Small Things with Lexa Cain!  Tonja Drecker and I are her co-hosts.

The whole family took turns being sick over the past week. I'm still nursing a cold, but that's far better than I had earlier in the week.  Even Zoe has a cough, but it doesn't seem to be too bad.  She's still sleeping well at night, so I'm grateful for that.

I'm looking forward to Easter.  As long as the weather holds out and everyone is healthy enough, I plan to take the kids to a local Easter egg hunt.  Last year they won a free book, which was cool.  We'll also be having a family dinner.  That's always an enjoyable experience.

I'm also celebrating new episodes of MST3K on Netflix!  Yay!



What would you like to celebrate?


Thursday, April 13, 2017

K is for Kite



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Kite

The reds, yellows, and blues of the kite glow as it sails in front of the sun. 
Poor Icarus and his melted wings, I think.  What must it have felt like to soar through the sky only to have the experience cut brutally short?
I close my eyes, feeling the subtle tugs of the string in my hands as the wind pulls the little kite to and fro.  
What if it could lift me from the ground?  What if I could grow wings and fly?
With my upturned face warmed by sunlight, I imagine being swept up in the wind.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

J is for Jigsaw



For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Jigsaw

The tears come in a flood, one after the other tracing out a path down my reddened cheeks.  I stare forlornly down at the broken vase, the shards scattered across the hardwood floor like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
I’m ashamed.  I shouldn’t be crying over a broken $5 vase from the bargain store down the street.  But I’m not actually crying over that, am I?  That was just the final straw.  I lost my job.  I have no money.  My fiancé broke things off last week.  I’m lost.
The vase is mocking me.  Its shattered state reflects my life.


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

I is for Ivy


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Ivy

“How was your camping trip?” Toby asked, his voice sounding somewhat distant over the phone.
“Okay, you know I love ivy, right?”  How could I not?  My name is Ivy.  I have ivy tattooed on my arm.  Anyone looking at me for the first time could guess my feelings on the subject of ivy.
“Yes?” Toby asked, his words tinged with confusion and curiosity.
“I might have to reevaluate that opinion,” I said bitterly as I scratched at the itchy, blistered skin on my arm.
“No.”
“Oh, yes.  Poison ivy has betrayed my love.  No part of me escaped unscathed.”

Monday, April 10, 2017

H is for Hole


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.

Enjoy!

Hole

I see you’re stuck in a sinkhole.  Fortunately, I have some tips to help you get yourself out of this mess.
#1: Don’t panic.
#2: Don’t waste valuable time yelling at me about telling you not to panic.  I get it.  It’s hard not to panic.
#3: Seriously, stop yelling at me.  I’m trying to help.
#4: Call for assistance.
#5: Don’t demand that other people call for assistance on your behalf.  You can’t rely on others to be around.
#6: Okay.  That abusive language was unnecessary.  I’m leaving.  That’s what I get for trying to do the right thing.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

G is for Guideline


For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator.  A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.


Enjoy!

Guideline

“This is against the rules,” Regina whispered.  Her blue eyes were wide as she glanced around to make sure the coast was clear.
Nigel waved his hand dismissively.  “Rules are guidelines.  Entrepreneurs always break the rules.”
Regina shook her head as Nigel mounted the bicycle.  “This isn’t the same as starting a business or inventing something,” she warned.
“It’ll be fine,” he insisted.
It turned out that some rules existed for a reason.  Regina went to visit Nigel after he got home from the hospital, a newspaper in hand.  The headline read “Local Teen Shatters Femur Jumping Chasm on Bicycle.”