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"The moon's looking lovely tonight." They stood by the water's edge and watched the moon and its reflection.
"Don't you think the moon looks brighter than usual?" He stood at the door, looking out over the fields.
"Why is the moon bigger than normal?" She began to worry. This wasn't just a bumper harvest moon.
"You don't think the moon's getting closer, do you?" he asked his dad. "The government; they'd tell us, right?"
"This is a public safety announcement. Do not panic. Stay in your homes. It is almost certain that most people will survive the impact. Stay tuned."

"Their songs are on the whole very simple and mostly follow the familiar theme of boy-being meets girl-being under a silvery moon which then explodes for no adequately explored reason."


" I'm the guy who's telling you to beat it before you get it beaten for you." :-)
It worked as well :-)


Adam
They say the first man was called Adam. Now that the sun had died, was about to explode, and life on this planet had become unsustainable, there had to be a last man on earth. Strangely, coincidence and balance decreed that he too should be called Adam.
Adam, gasping and starving, remembered the philosophical question, "Does a falling tree make a sound if there is no-one to hear?" He looked past the immensity of the splitting sun, at the light of the distant stars. Would they still shine with no-one to see? No matter. For Adam, the stars went out.

A Recipe for Disaster
Take one summer holiday.
Add five consecutive days of sunshine and sprinkle with a general air of expectation.
Mix in a few sunhats, a couple of deckchairs and a portable barbecue.
Add three excitable children and agitate thoroughly.
Unlimited sugar may be added at this point.
Mix well and pour onto a windswept beach. Add a driving wind and a dash of squally showers.
Fill the chef with alcohol.
For added piquancy, ensure that the barbecue burns intermittently and the food is either charred or barely cooked.
This dish is generally served with a side order of blame and recrimination.

Skin Deep
Some people claim that beauty is only skin deep. I scoff at such a foolish notion. Is the treasured Christmas gift special because of the shiny paper? Of course not. Certainly it provides a pleasing presentation, but once you get underneath you discover the real beauty.
It isn’t easy; it takes a practised eye to appreciate the form, the shine, the texture of the muscle. Only with the proper study can you marvel at the delicate marbling of fat and meat. Enjoy the skin, peel it back carefully so that you don’t spoil the treasure.
And the taste. Oh the taste.

I love it!

How to bury a family pet by RMF Brown
In order to ensure the proper disposal of your faithful dog or cat with the minimum of fuss, make sure you have the following: a good handkerchief to dry the eyes of the wife and/or children, a properly dug pit in the back garden (cat remains are particularly good for giving your carrots a boost), a sharp spade for digging the pit (also handy for administering a swift blow to the head if pet is dying and/or in agony) and finally, a family friendly DVD such as ‘It’s a wonderful life/ The Lion King,’ in order to boost morale.

Murder Drabbles - An Accidental First by Michael Brookes
I didn’t mean to kill her, hurt her yes, but not kill her. One moment she screamed the next dead at my feet.
Shocked was the only way to describe my mental state in that instant. An accident, yet I had carried the knife, something I rarely did. It was my favourite blade as well, sharp from hours of constant attention.
If she’d kept her mouth closed then this would never have happened. Clearly her own fault rather than mine.
Yes, her fault, but now my mess to clean up. Thanks Penny, I bet that wasn’t even your real name.

Foxgloves
Little Ellie was walking round the garden hand in hand with her granddad. She loved flowers and he was telling her their names. The ones she liked best were taller than she was and had long spikes of purple flowers. He said they were foxgloves.
"See those little oval shaped blobs inside?" he asked. "Those are fairies' slippers."
"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"That's what people say, but really it's part of how the flower makes seeds."
Ellie skipped off happily. She knew something Granddad didn't. Inside one of the flowers, next to the slippers, was a little red felt hat.

Conception
Chemical
Concatenation
Cellular
Complication
Caesarian
Commencement
Cradled
Cherub
Cosseted
Childhood
Carefree
Confraternity
Cadet
Certification
Collegian
Capers
Clownish
Corybantic
Cocksure
Cronies
Credentials
Corporate
Cartesian
Clockwork
Careerist
Commuter
Competitive
Calculating
Casuistry
Clinical
Conforming
Consummate
Cornucopia
Colleen
Courtship
Coupling
Candlelit
Caress
Charm
Completion
Ceremony
Cummerbund
Consummated
Connubial
Customary
Consuetude
Cloying
Contemptuous
Chore
Caged
Champing
Compulsion
Concupiscence
Cheating
Covert
Careless
Cocaine
Cavalier
Chancre
Caught
Confrontation
Conciliatory
Castigated
Condemnatory
Culpable
Candid
Callous
Charade
Casualty
Cant
Conceited
Covetous
Cacoethes
Carnal
Corrupt
Cataclysm
Check-up
C
Corporeality
Contemplative
Conversion
Covenanted
Campaigner
Celibate
Cathartic
Charitable
Consoling
Counselling
Compassionate
Content
Cessation
Cadaver
Cerecloth
Casket
Catafalque
Crepuscular
Cold
Culmination
Cursory


Unfortunately I don't know html coding so couldn't make it big 'C' about 4/5 of the way down

Invasion
We are here among you now. Those lights you saw in the skies, months ago, were our means of travel. We needed a new place, new subservient creatures, and we have chosen you. We came peacefully but I understand you have a saying about making omelettes and cracking eggs. There can be no compromise. We needed hosts so we lay low and watched all Earth's children so we might choose. We found a hunter, a killer, a beast with basic instincts so like ours. We have taken them over and now have the power to dominate. We are your cats.

they don't have to plot anything. They are already in control

It was their newsletter that spaked my love for drabbles:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/201...


http://www.jhillwriter.com/index.html
And I'm not just posting this because he mentions me. As in, I'm not JUST posting... :)

That C thing is dead clever!"
thanks Patti

Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Penny lay before me, her blood dull in the dim light. The alley was quiet, but all too close traffic moved in the better lit street. The thrill of the murder soared through my veins; with an effort I suppressed the buzz.
This wasn’t the way I’d always dreamt it. Then it was always clean, how the world should be. I felt an unexpected shiver of fear as I carried her body, surprisingly heavy, to my car.
Thankfully I always carry bin liners, just in case of a mess. With them I wrapped up Penny’s body and her bloody dress.
You can read the first drabble in the series here: http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/m...



It strikes me that what Michael is trying to do is even harder than just doing 'one off' dabbles
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