The Drabblecast Forums

Logical...

I've sometimes wondered what opportunities there might be for a dead person with a sense of humor. To me, this felt a bit thin. Several elements -- that it was a little girl, coming home from school, dropping the book bag, making the sandwich -- didn't contribute much other than setting and word cou...

I'm not really certain if I finished this one. If so I have very little idea what the story was about. I listen while commuting, which usually works pretty well for me, but on this story I repeatedly came to the realization that my mind had wandered away from the story and I had very little idea wha...

"Their ships stole"?

My dearest human friend: I am deeply regretting being unable to say farewell in person, but it is most important to be asleep underground before the afternoon rains. I am sure you will understand. The great mountain does not often explode as it did yesterday, but my people remember. When the rains m...

The evening might have ended more pleasantly if only she had been clearer about what she meant by “I’d like you to eat me.”

Girl I knew in college, I used to razz her sometimes about whatever happened to her innocent youth.

Then she told me she kept him under her bed.

Sorry, didn't grab me. It felt like looking at a snapshot and wondering why someone wanted to take a photo of it.

Nothing is worse than having monsters under your bed.

I am so staying off the moors now.

One of the things I really enjoyed about writing this, and Drabbles in general, is how the brevity of the form encourages, almost forces, you to sketch so lightly that you leave more questions behind you than you have room to answer. Where did the hat come from? How did it end up in the second hand ...

She found the hat in a second-hand store where she’d often stopped to browse. She plopped it on her head, looked in a mirror, and fell in love. She walked up to the cash register with the hat still on her head. It remained there throughout the day; through classes, dinner, and an evening at the bar ...

As blood drained and darkness closed in, in the distance he could hear a child shout triumphantly, “20! A critical hit!”

They said the new drug Fuse brought couples together, forging a telepathic link at the moment of ecstasy. He had resisted, then relented. Now she realized she was seeing through his eyes. Not in the present but in his past. Rows of human-sized vats. And bending over them, something… not human at all...

This is gonna hurt me as much as it hurts you. You’ll understand that, when you’re a parent. Oh, I know you don’t believe that. I didn’t believe it when my Dad said it to me, either. But it’s true. And you’ll know that, when you’re a parent. Becoming a parent changes you. Our scientists don’t quite ...

Living in reverse time, I see consequences, then act.

Responsible for the outcome of my actions? Absurd. How could I be?

Helm, come about to heading 420 mark 7. Secure all stations, prepare to engage.

Look out for that dog!

Oh damn. Full stop.

Did you really mean "twat"? Or "twit"?

strawman wrote:Makes perfect sense. Where have all the Town Criers gone? Gone to Town Drunks, or higher office, every one.

Did I miss the sense of eerie unease I was hoping to arouse with "mutely in terror"?

Instead of crying “Five o’clock and all is well” he now sobbed mutely in terror. It was not five o’clock. All was not well.