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Kath
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Jul 16, 2013 05:43AM
We should all have an illustrator like Vicky. Mind you, we don't all have a character like the Imp!
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I'm trying to convince here we should do a comic series - she's not going for it though :-(
I'd buy an Imp comic book!Mind you, I'm weird. Allegedly.
todays was great too.not one of our authors i think?
we gotta get him in here if he's not
I've seen his name ... er... elsewhere. I've not read his work though. Nice one, wasn't it? One that makes you smile!
doing by his drabble, he's certainly one of us!i needed that smile after spending time at thread war museum today
Here's a freebie - it's not one I intend to send to IBB. It's more personal than that. As you know, I was out for lunch today with The Gang.Lunch with the Girls
White, silver, grey, dappled and chemically enhanced heads nodded and moved as the gang of village ladies caught up with the local gossip. They ranged from the recently retired to the frankly rather doddery. Out for lunch, they evidently enjoyed one another’s company as crows’ feet and laughter lines crinkled anew.
“Any teas and coffees, girls?” the waitress asked and I smiled to hear them, us, so named. Then I paused and visualised those same faces, free of the lines and cares of a lifetime’s concerns, those heads adorned with pigtails, as they played outdoors. The girl inside still lives!
There's a poetic feel to that one, if you were so inclined.
magic, Ignite. you've just reminded me of the last time my sis and i were together. we both complained of having grey in our hair yet neither of us noticed each others. :-)
Liked todays drabble and Kath your Lunch with the girls was great .
This morning's IBB Drabble is one of mine -Charity Box
It had been a heavy night. Steve was tanked up, and of course, he absolutely, desperately, needed a kebab. Then the heavens opened and the rain lashed down like someone upstairs was emptying a bucket. He'd missed the last bus, drunk his taxi money and he was three miles from home.
Then he noticed the church with its invitingly unlocked door. Inside, out of the lashing elements, Steve was moved to make a contribution to the charity box set into the back pew. Instead, he threw up all over it. Then he saw the sign. It said, "For the sick."
Love this one, Kath. Great ending! :)
Todays from Ignite is another good one.
Like all good drabbles it's the twist in the tale that get's you.
Thanks folks. I'll copy it over here when I'm back on the laptop.
Here 'tis.My Granddaughter
My granddaughter's a successful indie author. I help her. I give her ideas for her stories, whisper in her ear ways she can develop her characters. I find that if I speak to her when she is asleep, she never realises that the ideas are not her own. She wakes early, full of inspiration for the next chapter. That flimsy plan is suddenly fleshed out with lively dialogue, gripping action and cunningly woven plot lines. She thinks she gets her inspiration from a refreshing night's sleep but in truth, I'm her ghost writer. I have been ever since I died.
Darren's is in today. It's the one from post 69 on here.
A wonderfully topical drabble here from our lad Jonathan! A Right Royal Drabble by Jonathan Hill
Angela's face shone with sweat. Her hair was wild where she had grabbed clumps of it while pushing. Through the window, she could see the headlines scrolling along the television screen, announcing the royal baby's arrival ad nauseam.
Angela looked at the clock and pushed harder still, screaming between breaths, "Get out, get out, get out!"
The midwife tried to reason with her. "It's no good pushing all the time. You have to push when you're ready."
"It's ten to midnight," Angela yelled. "I want this bloody baby out of me so I can get my Royal Mint silver penny!"
Today's drabble - from Yours Truly - Marsha
Marsha was a real sun worshipper. She spent her well-earned holidays in exotic locations and even her lunch breaks at work were spent outside, soaking up the rays. She despised those pallid colleagues who stayed indoors, and holidayed in the British rain. She was very proud of her tan, in spite of her mother's frequent warnings about the dangers of too much sun. It wasn't the sun that killed her though. She'd never achieved the shade of oaken gold that her murderer had when he immersed her flayed skin in the vat of bark solution. Now she was truly tanned.
I'm not a sweet little old lady you know!I'm not at all little :-)
Madame Macabre! I thought this one was very dark! Right up my street!
Ignite wrote: "I'm not a sweet little old lady you know!I'm not at all little :-)"
You're so dreamy :-)
Whoo. Put it on here when it's published, won't you?
wow Ignite. nice dark side!
Oh, I'm horrid. I hide it well though, don't I?What? I don't? Bum.
It's hard to know where Kath's drabbles end and Kath starts! ;)Lovely and dark one today!
Andrew, will this be your first?
Ignite, I certainly will, over my lunch hour :)Jonathan, my first on IBB - I spent a large part of the late 1990s churning out Doctor Who fanfiction drabbles ;)
Ah, so it's not your first. We don't have to be gentle with you! ;)It's fantastic!
Stranger Dangerby Andrew K. Lawston
When he'd recovered his breath, Oliver pushed his glasses up his nose, where they fogged over. “So? Are you magic?” Soulful dark eyes gazed back, unblinking, from the thicket.
Why had he chased it anyway? Was it wishes you got with unicorns? Or a bag of gold?
“Listen lad, you know why only virgins can catch a unicorn?” Its voice was silky, and slightly posh.
“Er, no,” Oliver said as manfully as possible, while blushing the colour of Superman's best pants.
“We like playing hard to get. But what we really like, is a little grooming...”
Thanks Ignite! :) I hope you like tomorrow's as well...
My Nexus makes three possible 'next word' suggestions when in predictive mode. Yesterday, after stating sentences with a word of my own, I just followed its suggestion. This is the drabble 'we' produced together.A Predictive Tale
This is written using predictive text. Usually the first time to the intended recipient you are not sure if you know what you are. However, it's not the first time and I am looking forward to the sender immediately by the first thing that I have to do. Going well and then you know how much more information contained in the first thing that you have any other use of this message. Because of this email and the sender and then you know what you have to do. Should have a great weekend but the first thing is not sure.
Great idea! I shall have to try that.
Here's my 2nd and favourite of the two drabbles I submitted so far:Bank Holiday
by Andrew K. Lawston
Rain lashes the flimsy marquee, already patched with shiny tape. A sudden gust bursts through the entrance, sending a flurry of lush green leaves tumbling into a dozen stubborn drinkers' pints as they cower under impotent patio heaters from the deafening cosy terror of a family friendly pub.
Enraged by flapping tent fabric, a damp Alsatian howls over the pub garden wall. Behind the edifice an infant wails in shrill response.
One by one the drinkers leave, many heading to the burger bar over the road.
This is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a Wimpy.
I've been in that pub!Nice one Andrew :-)
Both drabbles were of course written in the pub... The Bridge in Barnes, to be precise :)Really glad you liked it :)
Ah well then, I haven't been in that pub. But I've been in a clone!
The latest Tales of the Imp drabble has been posted, you can read it below and it has also been featured in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter. Tanks as always to Vivki for the excellent artwork.
Tales of the Imp - Dead Man's Shoes
Okay, I’ll admit that the new job hasn’t turned out so bad. I soon fell into the new routine and having the Imp on hand made the whole experience a lot easier. For starters I didn’t have to do any real work, he’d climb into one of their facial orifices and mess with their brains and then they did my work for me.
‘You can’t get better than that,’ I thought.
The Imp had other ideas, he had ambitions for me. He wants me to become the Manager.
“How do I do that?” I asked.
“Dead man’s shoes,” he replied.
There's got to be more. This Imp's got an agenda!
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