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A project that I am putting together. So many talented writers put their work here, so I thought I would open this up to Drabblecast members. Thanks! David Bowie Memorial Anthology Collection Presentation: I'm looking at putting together an anthology of short fiction and poetry inspired by David Bow...

“Look!” Timmy was pointing at a shambling man, coming towards our location, his arm out. “Is that a zomb…” My hand was quickly on his mouth, hushing him. “Timmy,” I said. “Don’t say that word. You know that.” It’s hard for Timmy. Physically thirty, six foot plus, and big, his mind though, only about...

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I realize it may be selfish to nominate my own, however, I was incredibly happy with the way it turned out. Norm's read was awesome.

Standing atop the pile of bodies, tiny arms and legs poking out randomly, Jason held his machete aloft. Blood dripped from the blade, falling in heavy droplets onto his mask, then onto the snow, joining the red river carving the white landscape. “Jason!” the bearded man called from across the expans...

Why do I write? Nobody remains to read my words, know my thoughts and, by proxy, know me. Yet knowing this I continue, my hand moving in an endless stream of consciousness diatribe that fills line after line, page after page, in the ever growing stack of paper and books that fill my meager refuge. T...

Reminds me of Reign of Fire. That's the visual I have reading this one. Not abad thing, I really like that movie.

Thanks Varda. I think it's my favorite, too. I enjoyed writing this one the most.

I think you missed Wednesday...It's down there somewhere.

That's beautiful, Varda. I loved it.

There hasn’t been any sun for longer than we could remember. Without sun, the desire to track days had slowly diminished until no-en was even remotely interested. For a time there were some who scratched in the walls, the scars now faded and unreadable. As we moved, this too was eventually forgotten...

In the far distance, barely before the horizon line, came the bright flash. From our rooftop vantage point, it was actually quite a lovely sight. Almost reminiscent of a sunrise, taken all in a quarter second. Red-Orange-White; like that. We watched, waiting, for what would come next only to find ou...

Indeed there is...

Pits and craters were all that remained. Buildings were gone, roads were destroyed. Life as we had known it only a day ago would never be the same. The sounds of the constant explosions had woken us all last night. We watched through our windows as the blasts and the glow came closer and closer. The...

“What the F...” Tom’s exclamation was cut off by the whistle of air as the projectile hurtled past the port hole. It was close, and it was loud. “Dude, we’re under attack,” I replied to him, knowing how his question would have ended. “There’s a bloody platoon of armored…things…out there.” I pointed ...

Robbie was holding the bottle, he shook it gently to insure that the concoction within was mixed; it had separated last night. He held it up to the light coming in through the dirty windows, watching the ebb of the light against the colorless liquid inside. He smiled, apparently satisfied with the r...

“It’s the metal plate in my skull,” I explained to the airport security guard when the metal detector bleeped as I passed through it. “Metal plate?” he waved the wand over my head and watched as the little lights moved up and down the display. “What happened?” I shrugged: “Nothing, really. I needed ...

HA!

I made you Splort!!

The man in black slunk through the house; no trail of footfalls behind him; not a single sound to warn of his presence; his stealthy silence giving away nothing. He was heard to whisper names: “Tommy, Patty, Paul, Clare,” as if matching a list. He stopped, head tilted to one side; sound from above. ...

You and me both. I have to work hard to break the 100 word ceiling now.

What a wonderful way to start my day.

Thank you!