February 20, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction
The hunter examined the pearl with one equally opalescent eye. It was large, milky white, and flawless. She hoped it would be a fitting tribute for the surface people.
The tribute was a humiliation, but necessary. The land people could poison the sea, or simply destroy them with one of their strange weapons. They were at their mercy.
And so, the sea people humbled themselves, and offered up their treasures as demanded. But all the while, they met in secret with the sky people, who lived even above the land. Once the alliance was secure, the humans would be surrounded.
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February 18, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction
The land was populated by sleeping gods, and the humans that found it drew strength and protection from them.
The gods were indifferent to their worshippers, or rather squatters, but they still provided in their way.
The sea near the Ocean God’s shell teemed with life. The weather surrounding the Sky God’s aerie was always perfect. The hills where the God of the Wild rested were green and lush.
Until one day a shepherd grazing his flock on those hills found himself staring into a titanic eye.
“FIVE MORE MILLENNIA,” A rumbling voice muttered, before the eye shut itself again.
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February 17, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Free Fiction
Gemma woke up to find herself both shrunken down, and trapped inside the grasshopper tank. She reached two conclusions that she had no way of testing.
One, her shrinking formula was a success, and two, somebody wanted her out of the way. She didn’t know which of her lab assistants had done it, but she guessed Dan. He seemed the most ambitious, and the least scrupulous of the crew.
He’d probably meant for the grasshoppers to devour her, but she was a scientist, and quickly made two breakthroughs: The insects were surprisingly easy to domesticate, and made for good eating.
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February 16, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Podcast, Uncategorized
audio fiction, Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction
Today’s story is Dungeon Master
Written, read, and produced by Hugh J. O’Donnell
This episode’s music is “House on Fire” by Dark Fantasy Studio, composed and produced by Nicolas Jeudy.
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February 16, 2020
hughjodonnell
Elanterra Journal, Everyday Drabbles, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Free Fiction
The victim lay sprawled at the bottom of the stairwell. From the way the dust and dirt had been disturbed it was clear at a glance that they fell a long way. They were wearing some kind of space suit, with the face shield down obscuring their identity.
But the thing that really stood out were the leis. The body was wrapped in rings of tropical flowers, real ones. Based on the condition of the stairs, they had to have been placed on the body after it came to rest.
The detective sighed. They always gave him the weird ones.
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February 15, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Fiction, Flash Fiction
“What the hell are you wearing?” Mickey asked. It was an old argument, and one Lorenzo had been expecting.
“A suit, Mickey.”
“With a white shirt. I told you, black jacket, purple shirt. You look like a banker.”
Lorenzo raised an eyebrow as he took in the rest of the crew. They’d all followed the dress code.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have a uniform for a heist.”
“You don’t get it, mate. It’s not just pulling the job. We’ve got to have style.”
When the rest of them all got pinched. Lorenzo bailed them out, again.
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February 14, 2020
hughjodonnell
Everyday Drabbles, Free Fiction, Uncategorized
Drabble, Everyday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Free Fiction
“Are you sure you can handle everything while I’m gone?” The cherub asked.
“Please, I am a seraph,” the taller angel said.
“But it’s the busy season…”
“Go, Have a good trip.”
Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, the cherub put on his coat and hat and fluttered out of the office.
The six-winged woman examined the tools on the cherub’s desk. The bow and heart-shaped arrows looked like they would break in her hands. Instead, she took her flaming spear from the rack by the door.
She was really going to show the world some love.
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