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Nov 21, 2013 05:36AM

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I find this a little unsettling, particularly as I am sitting in my shed.
I keep hearing strange noises outside; I think I'll hide under the desk until they go away.

Yes, I'm going to keep telling myself that.
My shed is my fortress. My shed is my fortress.
No harm can befall me as my shed is my fortress.
No one can get in, my shed is my fortress.
Unless they bring cake.

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Come on in!
I don't think the cake will fit though, just leave it outside, I'll tunnel into it later!

Now that is an excellent suggestion and it will look so pretty in the garden too!


Welcome to the first in my new series of drabbles called 'Drabble Classics', in this series I will be celebrating classic books in drabble form. The first in this series is my favourite story ever written, John Milton's 'Paradise Lost', if you'd like to know why this is my favourite story then see this old blog post of mine:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/201...
Paradise Lost
Lucifer’s pride sparked rebellion against God and by the Messiah’s might he was cast far from Heaven’s light. Renamed Satan he declared that to rule in Hell suited better than to serve in Heaven.
With envious eyes he watched creation and he beheld two beautiful creatures, clothed only in their innocence and bathed in God’s love.
In serpent form he sneaked into the garden and deceived the maiden, convincing Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. Loyal Adam’s despaired, yet still joined his wife in sin. From their fall we would wait for the Messiah’s return to restore a paradise lost.



Here is the second drabble in my new Drabble Classics series, in this series of drabbles (100 word stories) I recreate classic books in drabble form. Thanks as always goes to Rosen for posting my drabbles in her Indie Book Bargains newsletter (you can check out her site here http://www.indie-book-bargains.co.uk/).
Regular readers may have noticed that I have an interest in theological thought and metaphysics, I'm not a religious person, but I do find the topic fascinating. The Divine Comedy was written by Danta Alighieri in the early 14th century, it tells of his journey through Hell, through Purgatory and then onto Heaven.
If you haven't read it then I heartily recommend that you do, but in the meantime why not enjoy my homage to this great work below. If you missed the first in the series based on John Milton's 'Paradise Lost' you can read it here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/d...
The Divine Comedy
On Good Friday ‘s eve I am assailed by three beasts in a wood black with sin, ahead I see a mountain, haloed with promised salvation. Through inferno’s circles Virgil’s wisdom leads me through punishments artfully poetic.
Up the mountain created by Satan’s fall we climb. On this holy day of Christ’s resurrection we pass through the terraces, one for each of the sins most deadly.
Finally into paradise I rise and greeted by Beatrice, my guide through the spheres of the cosmos. In the final sphere I understand God’s love, a love so complete that it moves the stars.

Sue by Kath Middleton
Heaven and hell are adjoining properties and they say good fences make good neighbours. Satan is hosting a barbecue and it gets a bit raucous and rowdy. As the evening wears on, the party turns into a full scale riot. The fence between heaven and hell is totally demolished. God summons Satan, his fallen angel, and demands that the fence should be repaired. When it's done, God sees that it's two feet over to His side.
"Replace that fence where it was!" He demands.
"Or what?" asks Satan.
"Or I'll sue!"
"And where are you going to get a lawyer?"

Although I can't talk my last two have been based on even older books!

Dream Drug by Kath Middleton
I've been working on a dream drug now for nearly ten years. The company wants a product that will help with the control of violent prisoners by boosting their empathy. This will give them an insight into the lives and feelings of those fellow inmates they attack, as well as the poor devils in charge of the place.
It's ready now. It's gone through all the safety testing. I have so much confidence I'm going to try it on myself at home.
It's disastrous! I'm not merely empathising with my wife. I now know what she really thinks about me!

Other People by Michael Brookes
They say that Hell is other people and with that I completely agree. Only with other people do you suffer deceit, hate and misery from the murky pit that forms social interaction. Alone I remain apart and untouched by the daily horror of the swarm around me.
Yet I see that is not the whole story.
I marvel that others share happiness between each other. I witness the happenings of friendship and love, joys that I will never feel for myself.
And then I wonder, is it other people that bring Hell to my life? Or is it just me?

Edit - Oh! We're hell though, aren't we?

You can read the other drabbles in the series here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
The Boss
It took a while for everything to settle down, I counted time’s passing in sleepless nights. The Imp kept me going through those dark days. At every moment I expected the police to knock on my door.
Work was even worse, as you can imagine the boss’ death was the hot topic for weeks. It became a personal hell for me, the guilt of what I had done reflected in the gossip of my colleagues.
The Imp was true to his word though. One month after the involuntary demise a letter arrived from head office congratulating me on my promotion.

Murder drabbles - In Plain Sight by Michael Brookes
At least it was late at night was the only comfort I had as I tried to think of a safe way to dispose of the body. All I wanted was to return home and bask in the glory of the kill.
That was stupid thinking, I didn’t have long, in a few hours the early morning dog walkers would find her. Could I carry her home and then dispose of her at my leisure?
No, that was too risky, it was too far away. So what then?
And then it came to me, I didn’t need to hide her.

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If you haven't read the rest of the Tales of the Imp series then you can do so here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/t...
Imp Dating Service
I enjoyed my new job, I now had my own office and that meant more time for writing. I would finally finish my novel. I still suffered from the occasional nightmares, but the Imp soothed my guilt.
That night I arrived home and he instructed me to put on my finest suit, we were going out. He told me that he’d set me up on a date, that every successful man needed a good woman by his side.
My objections didn’t stop him, he’d already convinced me to commit murder, making me go on a date wasn’t hard at all.

If you haven't read the rest of the Murder Drabbles series you can do so here:
http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/m...
And if you're a fan of drabbles and other forms of flash and short fiction then come and discover more in my Facebook group. Writers are also welcome to show off their work in those forms:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/short...
Going Green
It occurred to me that none of my details like fingerprints or DNA were on record. I became tempted to create an interesting display; she was a fine looking women, even in death. The sensible part of me condemned such foolishness, I didn’t kill her to share with others, her death belonged to me alone.
Back to square one then, but the sweet smell of compost sparked an idea. I dragged her limp body towards the scent and found a giant pile of grass cuttings. It felt warm to the touch, even hotter inside and I smiled.
It was perfect.

The Wreath
It was her third attempt at building the wreath. She kept misjudging how far she could bend branches and twigs without them snapping. She found it painful too, even though her skin was tough and leathery after a lifetime of manual labour. Finally, she formed a successful ring. She then strengthened it, weaving the twigs in and out of one another as best she could. Her punctured hands oozed red droplets, but she stood back satisfied. The wreath passed through several hands and then was placed upon His head and pressed down until small red rivers flowed over His cheeks.

Dear Santa by Kath Middleton
Dear Santa,
I would like a pony, a saddle and some jumps and maybe a house instead of our flat.
My mummy hates doing the cleaning so I think she would love some new cloths and a bucket for Christmas.
My daddy says 'bloody government's cocking it up again' so I think he would like to be the queen if you could arrange it.
My brother gets into fights so I would like another brother so they can fight each other.
Mummy would like peas in all the world but I prefer carrots. Have one for Rudolph.
Love from Claire.

Rudolph by Kath Middleton
Rudolph was despised because of his red nose. That was so not fair. It was a dark and stormy night, and Santa, who loved a cliche, was getting ready to do the duty. He couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. It was a peasouper.
“Rudolph,” he called. “Come and light our way with your glowing nose and the children won’t be disappointed.”
Rudolph obliged and the present run was quickly accomplished.
“Fantastic work! cried Santa. “Join me in the bar?”
“Pint of brandy please, with a whisky chaser.” said Rudolph.
That’s how he got a red nose!
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