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Kath
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Jul 28, 2013 11:51AM
Oooh, I'm all of a tremble!
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He's waiting paitently in the queue.I've had a new idea for a series of drabbles that will become a book :-)
Oh that's great Michael. I'm a real convert to these (written two this morning.) Is it an Imp book, or another series altogether?
Another series completly, it's called Murder Drabbles and will be a seriel killer who uses drabbles as his kill trophies. What I'll do is post the drabbles as normal, but then wrap them in a meta story probably next year.The Imp might become a collection as well, although I'd still love to make him a web comic.
Oh cripes Michael! That sounds wonderful!
I'm looking forward to this. I love it when authors tell us what they're planning. Anticipation's half the fun!
And the fact that the drabbles are released before the book is part of the story :-)
It's really a great concept Michael. You're clever.
I look forward to watching it pan out. It's an interesting idea
Well the first one has been submitted.
It's getting to be a popular genre. I think the IBB queue is rather long!
Indeed. I know somebody setting up a drabble website, when it's done I'll post the details.
Very interesting idea, Michael! I look forward to the project.A drabble website? Wow, they're taking over the world! Gotta love them!
One of mine on IBB today -Music by Kath Middleton
I ran my fingers over the keys. Their music was so very important to me. It had lodged itself firmly in the very deepest part of my soul and taken up residence there.
What else was there of beauty in my life? I lived, or rather, existed, virtually alone in this forlorn place, except for those wretches who did not possess my gift of music. My music, my consolation, was the very thing that cut me off from others. My fingers caressed the keys once more as I jangled them loudly.
"Slopping out time, then everyone back in your cells!"
You calling me twisted? Ok - fair cop! ;)
Another from me today - Fruit Picking Season
All the fruits were ripening. The warm sun made the scent from their flesh rise in the air and the couple's mouths began to water. First came succulent strawberries, bursting with flavour, then the slightly sharper raspberries reddened on their canes. They shared them happily. Gooseberries came next, flavoursome when softened by the sun's ripening rays. Plums and gages sent streams of sticky juice down their chins and even the hard pears softened in due course. All this was theirs for the taking, as much as they could eat. Why wasn't it enough? Why did Eve give him the Apple?
Thank you. There was almost an Imp in it...
I was knee-deep in my old books yesterday, and I came across this one...Azazel
He must have time travelled into the future, read your Imp stories and copied the idea, just changing it a little...
Gingerlily (I'm perfectly sane, honest!)) wrote: "I was knee-deep in my old books yesterday, and I came across this one...Azazel
He must have time travelled into the future, read your Imp stories and copied the idea, just changing it a little..."
Now there's a book I've never heard of or come across!
Jim, I'll send you my spreadsheet when I've finished. Might be one or two more...
Only 1135 on it at the moment...
Nice one from Jonathan today - hope he copies it over.
Thanks, Kath.Here's my drabble, titled 'A Shock After Work'
She closed the front door and paused. The house was eerily quiet. No TV. No radio.
She walked through to the next room and let out a piercing scream at the scene before her. Her keys and phone slipped out of her hands unnoticed and hit the floor.
A viscous red liquid dripped down the walls, and knives with reddened blades lay abandoned about the place. The floor shimmered with broken glass. Then her husband stepped out, his face seemingly bloodied.
She looked at the jar in his hand and snapped: “This is the last time you make strawberry jam!”
Whoop! The Imp again today, corrupting Michael's soul!
Indeed, here it is and for fans of drabbles I have some exciting news coming later today :-)Tales of the Imp - Second Thoughts
by Michael Brookes
“Dead man’s shoes,” he told me.
Unfortunately the Imp refused to do the deed for me. I dithered for days while he whispered what the promotion would mean. More money and my own office, with everyone doing my work for me I’d have even more time to write - great!
But still...
How to do it? Here he was full of advice, but it had to look natural. The thought of murder made me queasy. The Imp soothed my fears, said he’d talk me through it; I only had to perform the act.
The question remained, could I do it?
Regular readers of mine will know that I love drabbles. I love writing them and I enjoy reading them as well. For those of you that don't know a drabble is a story that is exactly 100 words long (not including the title). For a writer they're a fun challenge trying to tell a story in so few words.Mike Cook has setup a website where people can discover new drabbles to read, it's also a place where writers can submit drabbles (although that is by invitation only to start with). You can see my profile on the site at:
http://drablr.com/mbrookes
Feel free to visit, vote on your favourite drabbles and leave a comment.
The site is in it's early stages, so there's still development to be done, but it's always great to get in first while something is new.
I hope to see you there!
If anyone wants an author invite then let me know, you must have posted a drabble in this thread to qualify!
Interesting Michael. They are an up and coming form of fiction, evidently.
Cool, let me know if you want an author invite :-)
I'll have a sort through what I've written first. There are some I've got earmarked but they keep popping up!
No problem, I have an extensive catalogue I'm raiding. I still plan on putting mine through IBB first. Although I might start a new series exclusive to this site if it takes off.
Another from today's Indie Book Bargain's newsletter.Heatwave
It was the longest spell of hot weather that the villagers could remember. The verges were crisp and dry, the grass yellow and sere and the dogs limp and gasping. Home Farm's slurry pit was smelling worse than ever. The wise ones diagnosed a temperature inversion causing the rank smell to return to the land rather than rise to the skies.
When the farmer looked more closely he saw something nasty in there. The remains of a leg, clad in denim stuck through the dreadful crust. There were seven bodies in total. No-one, it seems, ever really leaves this village.
I'm going to get awfully techie at this point, apologies in advance.The smell of death is very different to the smell of slurry.
Also the crust would tend to float over everything, (I've helped recover the body of a cow that went into someone's slurry pit) for the bodies to stick through they'd been added after the crust had formed and some clown hasn't pushed them under.
It's amazing what a good seal/insulator a slurry crust is. I once used an iron scaffolding pole to break through the crust to get a vacuum pipe in. It was August, and a foot down there were still ice crystals in the crust where the previous winter's snow had been buried by slurry scraped onto the top of the crust.
Sorry, I'll get my coat :-(
This was due to evaporation because of the heatwave.And they say you should never let the truth spoil a good story!
It's habit, I tend to go over the top is checking details to make sure things are correct :-(I suppose it's this feeling that because it's fantasy I really ought to do as much as possible to stop inadvertently breaking the suspending of disbelief
And today's -Sunsets
Ewan loved sunsets. They were particularly stunning when there was an ocean to reflect and increase the light. He watched as the sun's disc slipped towards the horizon, the intensity of its fire deepening as it crept towards its rippled, golden reflection on the ocean's surface. Ragged tatters of wispy cloud stole the hot, furnace hues of the declining orb as he watched it gradually fall from sight. Ewan held his breath for just a second. The sun set. A few minutes later, he swallowed the lump in his throat as the second sun set. Hell, he still missed Earth!
Nice, it fits in nicely with my day job :-)
Now there's an intriguing comment. Do you often go to places with 2 suns? :)
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