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Nov 01, 2013 05:44AM
That's where the patchwork quilts come from Jim!
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Michael wrote: "I approve of this drabble :-)"You have written about the fates yourself recently of course! :)
Now up your game, you're risked offending the fates, now how about 'The Kindly Ones' ? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furies
Have a dribble. Let me rephrase that!Coming of Age by Kath Middleton
The world’s population grew alarmingly in the twenty-first and twenty-second centuries and now we are hard pressed to feed ourselves. There’s not enough land to produce the food. Only the elite, the ruling classes, are allowed meat. Meat production takes up more land than cereal growing so the vast majority of people are forced to eat a vegetarian diet. It’s still not really sustainable. The children need protein to grow strong. They are society’s priority. I come of age tomorrow on my thirtieth birthday and I’m afraid. To feed the little ones, those of us who reach thirty are killed.
What the flip is Logan's Run? You're the third person who thinks I've nicked it off something I've never hear of! ;)
Ignite wrote: "What the flip is Logan's Run? You're the third person who thinks I've nicked it off something I've never hear of! ;)"Don't worry it happens with me all the time. I'm running role playing sessions and players will say 'It reminds me of a film' then they'll bicker about which film, but I've never even heard of the films they mention :-(
Logan's Run was a 1970s book / film (starring Michael York & Jenny Gugtter) / TV series, where everyone lived an idyllic life until the age of 30, when they were all killed.
That's old bats like me out the window then!
Ignite wrote: "That's old bats like me out the window then!"Ah, so it was you squeaking past me yesterday when I went out to the bin.
I thought it was just another escapee from my belfry.
Ah... Jenny Agutter.
The latest in my Murder Drabbles series has been posted in today's Indie Book Bargains newsletter (http://www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk/) - thanks Rosen!For a daily dose of drabbles sign up for the newsletter, you can also visit the drabbles page on Facebook:
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Men Can't Help Acting on Impulse
I didn’t plan my second kill. How I didn’t get caught in those early days I’ll never know, my actions were clearly blessed.
I caught a beguiling scent as I walked home. I’d passed through the park, alone and enjoying the concealing darkness so late at night.
I wasn’t alone, ahead of me I heard the stuttering clack of heels, and she sounded unsteady on her feet. Her scent bewitched my sense and raised a passion within me, something precious that I only I could feel.
I discovered that there is more to passion than rage and quickened my pace.
Inspired (cajolled more like) by Ignite, below is my first Drabble. Nervously hitting the 'post' button, I had a few magazine articles published many years ago but never put any fiction into the big wide world before.
BEING OLD SUCKS
Don't know how long I've been here, seems like a long time.
I have a bed, food, exercise.
The jailers speak kindly, tell me not to worry, that “it will all be alright”.
I can see in their eyes they are lying. I will die here and they know it too.
I haven't the stamina of a youngster, my joints creak and my eyes are cloudy. I still have so much love to give but no-one wants it.
Sometimes people visit, breaks the monotony but doesn't change a thing.
They come, they go, they always take the bloody puppy.
BEING OLD SUCKS
Don't know how long I've been here, seems like a long time.
I have a bed, food, exercise.
The jailers speak kindly, tell me not to worry, that “it will all be alright”.
I can see in their eyes they are lying. I will die here and they know it too.
I haven't the stamina of a youngster, my joints creak and my eyes are cloudy. I still have so much love to give but no-one wants it.
Sometimes people visit, breaks the monotony but doesn't change a thing.
They come, they go, they always take the bloody puppy.
Whoooo! Jayne! Join the Drabble club! That's excellent! :)
Strewth Missus, didn't take you long to spot that :} Bit different from the last version you saw, hope you think I improved it.
Thanks Michael, guess that's a good thing {chortle?}
You might not say that if you'd met... The Imp!
Am I going to have to Google that or are you going to explain?
Good going Jayne. 200 word comp is the next challenge :~)
Michael has written a series of drabbles about The Imp. He'll maybe put a link on for you - they are on his website.
David, 200 words? Ignite will tell you, rarely short of words, never shut up :}
Michael, thank you. I like a good Imp, will toddle over later and have a look :}
Michael, thank you. I like a good Imp, will toddle over later and have a look :}
Look on Writing Competitions Jayne. We're on number 19.
Welcome, Jayne! Great drabble there - twist nicely done! :)
Jonathan wrote: "Welcome, Jayne! Great drabble there - twist nicely done! :)"
From one JH to another, many thanks :}
From one JH to another, many thanks :}
Jayne wrote: "Jonathan wrote: "Welcome, Jayne! Great drabble there - twist nicely done! :)"From one JH to another, many thanks :}"
:) You're welcome. Are you going to consider writing another? Be careful though. After you're hooked, there's no turning back!
Jonathan wrote: You're welcome. Are you going to consider writing another? "
Ignite had already warned me the cute, innocent-looking little b*ggers are addictive.
There's another floating around somewhere which she and I co-wrote a couple of weeks ago, not sure if it has been published yet, plus an unspecified number either written or under construction on my PC. Slippery slope anyone?
Ignite had already warned me the cute, innocent-looking little b*ggers are addictive.
There's another floating around somewhere which she and I co-wrote a couple of weeks ago, not sure if it has been published yet, plus an unspecified number either written or under construction on my PC. Slippery slope anyone?
We're all ears! Plus, have you read Ignite's? They ain't cute! ;)
I haven't published our joint effort yet Jayne. I will dredge it out from the bowels of my hard drive!
Ignite wrote: "I haven't published our joint effort yet Jayne. I will dredge it out from the bowels of my hard drive!"I can't imagine it will be cute and innocent-looking after that! ;)
Jonathan wrote: I can't imagine it will be cute and innocent-looking after that! ;)"
You won't think it's cute once you've read it :] :] :]
You won't think it's cute once you've read it :] :] :]
And here it is - last couple of lines by Jayne, beginning by me.The Hatbox
Emily boarded the train, lifting the hem of her long starched skirt as she stepped from the platform. Her luggage, one pretty hatbox, was clutched tightly in her hand, a precious thing. She placed it carefully in the overhead luggage compartment and sat down.
The journey was largely uneventful except for the moment when the train braked sharply and passengers lurched forward on their seats. Emily glanced sharply upwards, a look of concern on her face.
When her turn came to alight, she lifted the lid of the hatbox and peeped inside. To her relief, the head was still there.
One from our Tim today on IBB :)On the Radio by Tim Arnot
Paul was certain he couldn’t be seen from outside his little shed. He’d found the thing weeks ago, and had tinkered with it every night after his wife had gone to bed, trying to make it work. It was electric, he was sure, and over many nights he’d constructed a makeshift battery from bits of lead and acid from the apothecary. Now he just needed to connect the wires.
There was a spark and a crackle from the front of the box.
“Paul Eastly?” How did the box know…?
Splinters erupted as black uniforms crashed through the door. “You’re nicked!”
The latest Tales of the Imp drabble has been posted ( thanks Rosen! http://www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk/), I've posted it again below.If you haven't read the Tales of the Imp series, or want ti refresh your memory then you can read them here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
The Imp Rocks Out
Heavy bass shook the house; you could say that it literally rocked the house. The little yellow demon bounced off the furniture while banging his head to rhythm of the pounding drums. I was surprised that the neighbours weren’t complaining.
Scratch that, no I wasn’t, the Imp had tamed them. I don’t know how, but he had them eating out of the palm of his chubby little hand. They even knew that he existed, his dominion was expanding.
And then oh my God, he started to sing.
“Like an Imp out of Hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes...”
He's starting to make me nervous now! :)
Mr Loaf is ratcheting up the royalties again, I see ;)
I've posted an article on my blog with some hints and tips for writing drabbles:http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/201...
Back to the Fairy Tales for me today - Three Into One by Kath Middleton
Three billy goats wanted to cross the bridge to get to a meadow full of sweet grass. Under the bridge lived a huge and nasty troll who had got fed up of writing stinky replies to people on internet forums. He'd decided he could be even more objectionable eating innocent goats.
The little goat, then the middle goat were rapidly munched. Eventually our massive goat (OMG!) trip-trapped over the bridge and the troll emerged.
"I'll eat you for supper!"
"WTF” asked the massive goat.
"You're not supposed to answer a troll!"
"Want to fight?” said Goat, but Troll had scarpered.
I remember reading the Kiwi version of that story, but it went a little differently... (something to do with different meanings of the word "F"!)
I rear my ugly head again with another twisted foray into Fairytale Land.Sweat Shop by Kath Middleton
Every night it's the same. Our work is left out for us and we have to get it finished by morning. No excuses. Don't get me wrong. I've always been good with a needle and thread and I enjoy sewing. I wouldn't have got into this line of work if I didn't. It's just that sometimes a little gratitude wouldn't hurt. Decent wages would improve matters too. These little home-made outfits are supposed to make everything OK are they? Honestly! We don't all dress in red and green all the time you know. That shoemaker's wife needs to get real!
The latest in the murder drabbles series has been posted in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter (thanks Rosen), you can also recive a daily does of delicious drabbles via the Facebook group:https://www.facebook.com/#!/drabbles
If you haven't read the rest of the Murder Drabbles series yet then you can do so here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/m...
And now for the drabble...
Oops I did it Again
I need to control this impulse for murder, for the second time I have killed without forethought. Even amidst the rush a voice deep inside admonishes me that I will be caught if I am not more careful.
That sensible part is correct, but the feeling at the moment of death is beyond anything in human experience. It is rapture, kissing that last breath brings me an understanding of every truth.
A truth that the world exists only for me.
The nagging voice doesn’t silence though and now what am I to do with the body in this public place?
My latest drabble has been posted in the Indie Book Bargains newsletter (a great place for a daily drabble fix and to find Kindle bargains! http://www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk/), I've copied it in full below.You can also check out some of my other drabbles here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/1...
A Man and his Shed
I like it here in my shed. There are cobwebs in the roof and it’s chilly in winter, but it’s all mine. I can make a brew, read the paper and even have a smoke if I want to. There’s an old comfy chair that I relax in and listen to the sports news on the radio.
I hear horrific screams from outside, people shouting and even loud bangs like gunshots. It sounds like the end of the world has arrived.
I’m safe here in my shed, but I snap the padlock shut on the door just to be sure.
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