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Everyday Drabbles #275: Who Fell To Earth

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When they heard the cry and the crash, all the Nereids came to investigate. They found a winged youth had crashed on their island.
His wings were complex, mottled in brown and white and gold, and utterly shattered. It was clear that the boy was dead.
“Is he some sort of harpy? I thought they were all women,” one said.
“No,” replied another. “Look, the wings are artificial. They’re stuck to a wooden framework with wax. I wonder where he came from.”
“Who cares where he came from. Just get him off of me,” snapped the Nereid he’d landed on.

Everyday Drabbles #274: Prodigal Son

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Adam came home when he heard that the doctor was ill, and probably dying. He approached the castle late at night, eager to avoid a confrontation with the townspeople, or worse, his father’s servants.
As he approached, he wondered what he was even doing there. The old bastard wouldn’t appreciate his presence, and even after being gone for years, he had no affection for the old man. But he looked down at his scarred and twisted hands ant thought that maybe, in the end, we are responsible for our creators.
Thus it was that The Creature returned to Castle Frankenstein.

Everyday Drabbles #273: Familiar

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She kept a bat as a familiar. It was goth as anything, and it intimidated rubes who didn’t know better.
The bond let her favor long, black dresses, allowed her to stay up well into the night, and granted her excellent hearing.
So of course she heard all the rumors and prejudices about her choice. She paid them no mind.
She would wait for it in the quiet hours, and as the rest of the world slept, she fed it cut strawberries while it perched on her shoulder and told her the secrets that it had heard in its flights.

Everyday Drabbles #272: The Spy

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“So you’re completely lifelike?” The man asked. He swayed drunkenly as she led him away from the party.
“I’m human-form identical,” she said, and gave a sweet, customer service smile that didn’t reach her optical sensors. “Although, I do have some ports, in my lower back…”
“I’d like to see that,” he said, pawing at the back of her dress. The fabric tore away, exposing her angular, metallic substructure. He backed away in horror. “You’re not a servant bot, you’re military hardware!”
She acted quickly, then opened coms.
“Ops, we have a problem. I may have killed our target.”

Everyday Drabbles #271: On A String

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She wore his heart on a chain. She wore it openly, brazenly, the scarlet crystal catching the light as she smoked cigarette after cigarette in the sweltering heat of the parlor.
She made sparkling conversation, gesticulating wildly, making curtains of smoke. She held the cigarettes between slim fingers tipped in perfectly manicured nails. She smiled broadly, and her perfectly straight teeth showed not a hint of a nicotine stain.
In the backroom, he lay panting and sweating, unable to draw a full breath. He didn’t mind in the least. He’d do anything for her. She had his heart, after all.

Podcast: Everyday Drabbles Audio #13 – Inheritance

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Today’s episode is Inheritance.
Written, read and produced by Hugh J. O’Donnell
Music in today’s episode is “Paradigm” by Dark Fantasy Studio, composed and produced by Nicolas Jeudy.

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Everyday Drabbles #270: Ghost Train

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Everybody has a story about The Ghost Train. They’ve heard the whistle of the train on a lonely set of tracks, or felt the rush of wind from a passing car. Their cousin saw it one time, in an abandoned subway station while he was geocaching.
I’ve been following the stories for years. I search for clues, and separate the reliable accounts from the urban legends. Tonight, I descend the station steps and see it waiting on the platform. Waiting for me. I approach it cautiously, and it opens its doors.
I board, overjoyed that I can finally return home.

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