Showing posts with label drabble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drabble. Show all posts

Friday, 18 July 2014

Drabble: No Ordinary Woman

The competition was fierce, but Cindy knew she would win with her smoky looks and witty personality. She felt confident, but she couldn’t stop all six of her legs from shaking.
She heard her rival’s song end and mentally prepared herself, “…So don’t you bring me down today.”  
Cake’s song played next and Cindy spun violet strands of silk about her like feather boas. The crowd made entranced sounds whilst she stomped her black stilettos across the stage. She toyed with her jacket’s lapels and let the air dance under her short skirt. She would show them true monstrous beauty.
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Side note: Working on the title, but just wanted to share with you some thoughts. I didn’t realize just how many songs make women sound like they’ve got a secret monstrous side. Just go and have a listen at Billy Joel’s ‘Just Another Woman’ which I literally stumbled onto today.


*Drabble: A story of exactly 100 words.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Drabble: Something Funny Walks This Way

Sherbet the burlesque clown ran for his life, chased by two blurry figures cackling in the night. There was little hope for escape, as his opaque makeup streamed down his face onto the pavement leaving a steady white trail behind him.


Suddenly the shadows become solid and gore down on his throat and wrists. One of them stops and furiously spits out Sherbet's hot blood. "Adrian, don't ingest its blood!" but it was too late for his friend. His nose blooms red and spherical, his hair frizzes bright orange whilst his feet rupture his leather shoes. He had become...a Were-Clown.

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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Drabble: Elf Checkout


‘Every little helps’, Taffy beams her elfish smile to her last customer, whilst she massages the back of her short aching legs. Her shift was almost over and the night was starting to creep in.

 A middle aged pot bellied man lurches up her lane with aged booze in tow and slams it down on the counter. The glass bottles quake and jingle as the man lets out a toxic belch. Taffy wrinkles her nose in utter disgust. "Well pardon me. Sorry for wantin' a bit of 'Elf Help," the man chuckles heartily. "Actually Sir, I'm a Munchkin.," Taffy growls. 
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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.



Friday, 13 December 2013

Drabble: Complicated Vehicle Love

“He just never listens to me anymore, why can’t men take simple directions? Even when I ask nicely, “Please turn left….in….500….yards. He never takes the hint and tells me to ‘Shut the BEEP up!’ Mercedes’ eyes glower hotly towards her man who struts away.


“You think you got problems?” growls Harley. “I’ve seen my man try on another woman right in front of me! She may be a younger model, but at least I’ve got class, reliability and experience…” Harley winks at Mercedes.

Mercedes sighs loudly,“Uh...Men! why do they like to drive us crazy?!”

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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Drabble - 'Under The Bed'

While some children hug teddies, Tommy prefers a spiked baseball bat. As he reaches for it under his bed, a five fingered fleshy pink hand reaches out towards him. It paws the carpet in search of something. Tommy screams and The Hand quickly retreats back to the bed’s shadows. He curls into a ball repeatedly muttering, “Humans do not exist, humans, do, NOT exist.”

On the other side of the multi-dimensional bed, the monstrous ‘Human’ only heard a gargled growling squeak. Whatever her imagination had told her it was; it was not having the spiked baseball bat back anytime soon.