The Drabblecast Forums

I gave blood today and asked what my blood type is. The nurse said it was 10W-30. I'm not sure they know what they're doing.

It's a virus, we know that much. Those infected seem to somehow lose human morality and begin quietly craving blood and pain and murder; killing in secret, hiding their crimes. In effect, there is now an epidemic of sadistic serial killers. Law enforcement agencies started noticing sharp increases i...

I'd like to read the longer form as well.

Zombies will always leave you alone if they think you're one of them.
And that's why I've been eating people, Your Honor.

I posted a time travel Drabble recently, but soon realized the concept had already been used. So I got in my time machine and went back a half-hour and posted a Drabble about something else instead.

I saw my favorite comedian in a crowd of zombies. I don't think that he would mind that I now refer to him as Gary Shambling.

Native American lore tells us that when one hears the owl call his name death is near. This worries me, since my name is Hu.

purplemur wrote:The famous televised dessert competition host leveled his gaze at Darlene, “Pack up your candy…and get the fudge out.”

tehmedus wrote:I know I am perfect to join the Time Agents. Attached to my resume, I have included my own obituary, from ninety years ago.

Very nice!

She was weeping softly now.
"I never meant to hurt you," he said, stroking her hair.
"I meant to kill you."
And then he did.

"The incantation—I must have it!" hissed the demon. I was doomed. I couldn't possibly recall the words I had read in my youth from books long since destroyed, and timidly said so. The fearsome imp conjured from the air a nightmarish clamp-like instrument which he fastened onto my kneecap. The infern...

The hate-maddened dogs snapped and slavered behind him. He knew death was near. "Okay, okay, here's your squeaky toy!"

Two words: kuh reepy!

The sun had long since burned out and Earth was a silent, lifeless husk. "I guess I overslept," thought C'thulhu glumly.

In the mirror I see my lips dissolve, teeth and tongue liquifying painfully. Mental note: no more off-brand mouthwash.

Malevola's music didn't open a portal to Hell as they'd planned. Donny played a D#sus9 chord and they wound up in Jersey.

Thursday was a dream come true for Arthur. Unfortunately for him it was that one where you find yourself naked in school.

The unexpected lightning strike during our family picnic two years ago yielded some extremely interesting results. My brother Joe now has the ability to throw lightning, like that Norse whatsisname. Started calling himself Voltrus and joined a superhero team, The Magnifi-Sentries. Mom has lightning-...

The despondent, newly-resurrected feline sat racking his brain, trying to come up with eight more methods of suicide.

After I bought the new Brown Note Alarm Clock, I find I must set the alarm early enough to fit in a really good, long shower.