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Everyday Drabbles #307: Night Cycle

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The old man sat on a catwalk high above the city, smoking and watching the smoke dance. The lights turning below seemed to make it sparkle as it drifted lazily through the air before it was sucked away by the vents, almost like starlight.
Rotation made block of skyscrapers pass underneath, and he tossed his cigarette butt into a rooftop garden. He didn’t understand why humanity tried to recreate Earth when they’d established the space colonies.
As dawn approached, he rose to his feet and returned to the great wheel, spinning in infinity, trying to recapture a world long lost.

Everyday Drabbles #306: The Divorcée

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“You’re going to ask me about my ex-husband.” She eyed me over the rim of her martini glass. “It’s alright. Everybody does. He always said we were made for each other. It was charming at first, but before long he turned into his father. He was so wounded by being outcast, that he didn’t know how to be loved. So I left.”
“But that isn’t the whole story, is it?” I asked.
“That’s the thing about stories. Some end where others begin. And you can only stay a bride for so long. To the Frankensteins, darling.” We clinked glasses.

Everyday Drabbles #305: Reopening

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He stood in the center of the abandoned lot and spread his arms wide. “Well, what do you think?”
She looked around, taking in the dilapidated screens, the vast, weedy pavement, and the collapsed snackbar. “I think this place is going to need a lot of work. What makes you want to open a drive-in?”
“It’s 2020. Traditional movie theaters are dead. But folks will feel safe in their cars. There’s about to be a resurgence, and we’ll get in on the ground floor!”
She smiled. “Then let’s get to work,” she said.
That’s when the murder hornets attacked.

Everyday Drabbles #304: Internet Troll

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The troll stood and loomed over the traveler. “This is my bridge, and you must pay my toll!”
She glared back at him, one hand on the hilt of her sword. “Questmap.com told me there were no tolls on this route.”
“Ugh, those guys,” the troll said, and pulled out his cellphone. “Where’re you headed?”
“The ancient ruins of Fragolino,” she replied.
“That’s not even on this route! You want to go this way.” He pointed to his device.
She thanked him and retreated the way she’d came. He settled into his lurking spot and began composing another complaint email.

Everyday Drabbles #303: Black Sheep

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He was always the ‘black sheep’ of the family, but he’d always done his best. He tried to be the son his father wanted, but he wasn’t like his four brothers.
One night, he just couldn’t take it anymore. After another huge argument, he left home. Father had stood in the entryway, cursing his name and telling him never to return.
When the others became famous, he told himself he wasn’t jealous. He was proud of his brothers’ success. He’d forged his own path through life.
But sometimes he wondered if they missed him, Bosch, the Teenage Mutant Pirate Turtle

 

Everyday Drabbles #301: Happy Fathers Day!

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He decided to reorganize his bookshelves, but he couldn’t decide how best to do it. He wanted it to be unique, to be be a statement about himself.
He considered organizing by genre, but decided that was boring. He thought about arranging his books by color, but didn’t like the way it looked.
In the end, he decided to order them by authors’ first name. Unfortunately, he was interrupted early in the process, and didn’t get past the first letter before shoving them all back randomly on the shelves.
It would be forever lost, his library of Alex and Aria.

Everyday Drabbles #301: The Old Inn

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The adventurers came upon the ruined inn deep in the forest. The day was late, and the trail rougher than expected, so they decided to take shelter where they could.
The main building was built of good stone, and the roof only leaked in spots. A century ago, before The Calamity, it would have been bustling with travelers weary from the road. Now the ruin was as silent as a tomb, but at least it was warm and dry.
The ghosts whispered excitedly to one another. There was much to do. It had been so long since they’d had guests.

Everyday Drabbles #300: The Painting

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The old knight stared a the painting for a long time.
“Do you like it?” The duke, who had commissioned the piece, asked. It showed his glorious victory against a ravening two-headed dragon.
In paint, the battle was scrubbed clean. He charged at a mighty beast breathing great gouts of flame. The reality was a quagmire of mud and blood. He had lost his horse hours before, and the dragon had been a stitched together monstrosity lashing out in pain.
He hated it. But a knight wasn’t what you were. It was what you did. He smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

Everyday Drabbles #299: Offerings

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The witch left seeds out for the birds every morning.
At first, the blackbird avoided it, certain that it was poison. He would watch the other birds peck at the seeds, heedless and twittering, and watch what happened to them.
When they didn’t fall over dead, he hopped to a closer branch, watching carefully for her cats to come tearing out of a dark corner to pick off a straggler.
When they didn’t appear, he flew to the edge of the feeder.
He would take her food, but never forgive her for the curse changed his form from a man’s.

Everyday Drabbles #298: Lost Woods

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The woods outside of the village was a ‘soft’ place. The occasional hiker went missing, but strange and wondrous objects could be found among the misty pines.
A cottage industry grew around the site, catering to thrill seekers and treasure hunters. Things went well for many years. A few people got rich, a few people went missing, but for the most part the village simply prospered.
Until the scout appeared with his loose clothes and strange weapons. He surveyed the village and spoke into a device on his wrist.
“The portal is stable and resistance minimal. Send the army through.”

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