M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 118

No Special Occasion

Mark and Rob have an evening together with nothing to enjoy other than each other…

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This was no special occasion. Not an anniversary, or an oops, I’ve pissed you off, let me make it up to you. Or even an I’ve had a bad day, I need to feel you close to me. Just an intimate kind of evening with nothing to concentrate on but themselves.

Mark returned...

Tumble

It’s late Autumn now and the wind stirs the scattering of brown, red, orange and yellow crunchy leaves, as well as his long, grey fur. It rouses excitement in his young chest and his tail swishes, awaiting adventure as always.

Beneath his paws, growing bigger by the day, he can feel the gravelly dirt against his pads. His claws, long, yet gently worn owing to hours of tumble and play, flex in this dirt as he poises himself to move.

It’s getting late in the evening and the sky above is a canop...

Monsters In The Dark

It’s cold in here.

What used to be walls and represent safety is now a grey mass of rubble that allows multiple shards of moonlight through to cast shadows on the dusty floor, offering no protection at all against the chill of the evening air, or whatever the night terrors will bring.

He squats in a curled position rocking slowly back and forth on his heels, the thumb of his left hand shriveling away in the depths of his mouth as his right hand draws the same mindless patterns over and over i...

Diary Drabble: Wasteland

The city was a wasteland. A crumbled facade of happier times, broken down into little but rubble and dirt. Lived had been lived here. Hearts mended and broken. Families raised only to be torn apart. The air still held the echo of gunfire and bombs falling, shrieks of fear captured even though they could no longer be heard.

Beneath that rubble, that stillness, came the gentle thudding of a still-beating heart. Concrete clacked and clinked as an arm pushed through, reaching out to unfurl finge...

Diary Drabble: Update

Vin swore for the error message coming up when he tried to open the image, cursing the computer for its latest update. He’d sat for almost an hour watching the percentage creeping up, only for it to stick indefinitely on 97 percent. He’d looked over his shoulder to make sure Oliver wasn’t looking, then turned the whole thing off. God knew Oliver would yell at him if he knew about it, and would also be obnoxious if he knew the trouble he was having now.

His finger twitched over the button to r...

Diary Drabble: Afterthought

The safety measures were an afterthought. the product of someone with an overactive imagination and not a lot of sense. Except for this, apparently. Because when the temperature reached critical, the sensors shorted out; this back up switch indicating no readings were being taken, really, truly saved lives.

Of course, all credit went to the engineers, not the random observation by the company’s graphic designer. He went back to his cubicle after the simulation clutching his cup of tepid coffe...

Diary Drabble: Feel

“How do you feel?”

Jack checked his limbs, cataloguing their movement as he checked for aches and pains, wincing when rolling his neck.

“Your knee looks bad,” Garrison added, drawing Jack’s attention to the stinging, pulsing redness of his knee.

“Did I hit my head?”

“You did.”

“I feel… zombified,” Jack said, clutching tight to Garrison’s fingers as he helped him jup, then gripping on tighter for the headrush that followed. Jack dug his fingers into Garrison’s arms until his dizziness passed,...

Diary Drabble: Rain

Every step produced a thick, wet, sucking sound for trying to pull his boot from the mud. The rain crept down the back of his neck beneath his not-waterproof jacket, and every item of clothing, every inch of skin was cold, clammy, and wet.

He’d done this to prove a point to those people, those who put foreigners above their own home. He though of dryer times, wished for crowds to amass on London, bemoaning what his beautiful country had become.

He’d lost friends, family, saw prices increase,...

Diary Drabble: Investigation

The atmosphere in the shopping centre since the announcement of an investigation was bemused. Curiosity laced through every conversation, attention turned to every familiar face in the mall.

The oil on canvas painting always appeared out of nowhere, on the same back wall on a spot obscured by CCTV. Though how remained a total mystery; staff could see people walking around that floor section all day long without the footage even jumping.

Today’s was one of a lake house, three members of the b...

Diary Drabble: Solve

They always say the best way to solve conflict should not involve violence. Though what if it’s the only way to shut someone up? Darren glared across the table in warning as his sister Annabelle keeps taunting Darren with all her little comments to Joshua.

So far, Joshua seems blissfully ignorant, but how many more hints can he be unaware of before the penny drops? But then Joshua blushes, drops his head into his hands and slumps over the table.

“Annabelle. Would you stop?”

“You don’t think h...