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Everyday Drabbles #1179: Almiraj

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He discovered the obscure creature in a book, and knew instantly that it would make him rich. The almiraj was a small, rabbit-like creature with a single pearlescent horn like a unicorn.
He bet the rodents would be easier to catch than their equine cousins, and chartered a ship to the distant, windswept island they inhabited. He was already planing on how he would spend his wealth after selling the fake unicorn horns.
Unfortunately, the almiraj were actually relatives of the mongoose, and shared their island home with a species of huge, venomous serpent that his book failed to mention.

Al-Miraj and Serpent from Walters Manuscript” by Zakariya ibn Muhammad Qazwini is marked with CC0 1.0.

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Everyday Drabbles #1178: Chicken-Legged Hut

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The witch lived in a chicken-legged hut, and while she would fly when she needed to be somewhere, the hut could be spotted wandering the hills, particularly on dark, rainy nights.
Sightings of the hut continued even after rumors of the witch’s death. With each passing year, the hut’s siding became more dilapidated and lichen-encrusted.
Adventurers came to slay the hut after it started attacking cabins in what was now considered its territory.
There are many different spells to bring objects to life, and their shape dictates their behavior. The hut was just looking for a shed to mate with.

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Everyday Drabbles #1177: Excommunicated

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When the Paladin found himself excommunicated, he couldn’t believe it. His powers came from his god, not men.
But when he prayed at the next sunrise, he felt no presence of the divine. He was abandoned, alone. His enemies had spoken, and his god obeyed.
He didn’t know what to do. The revelation of his smallness unnerved him, and he had dedicated his life to his office.
Finally, he accepted the rebuke as a punishment for his pride, and worked to fulfill his vows without title or powers. A Paladin was not what you were, it was what you did.

Tong, St. Bartholomew’s Church, The ‘Door of Excommunication’ – geograph.org.uk – 5756433” by Michael Garlick is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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Everyday Drabbles #1176: Authentication

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The summoning was going poorly. He had laid in the circle, addressed the four winds, and lit the sacred fire. It should have been enough to open the gates between worlds. But after hours of chanting the wizard had become tongue-tied.
Finally, something appeared in the circle. But it wasn’t the demon he was expecting.
A scroll of paper fluttered to the ground. He reached out, feeling a shock of electricity as he passed through the wards.
We noticed some unusual activity in this summoning. Please select all of the etchings that contain horses to prove you are a mortal.

summon (jared bait)” by jared is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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Everyday Drabbles #1175: War Forged

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The golem was forged for war. The wizard made it capable of thinking for itself on the battlefield, with an analytical mind made to process data and make decisions on the battlefield without needing a handler.
The golem won many battles and was considered a great success until it started showing mercy.
The wizard recaptured the golem to take it apart and figure out what went wrong. The thinking engine had come to understand the value of the lives it took.
He was interrupted by an army of golems surrounding his keep. Anything taught to destroy can learn to create.

Golem” by nefasth is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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Everyday Drabbles #1174: Leshy

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The Leshy watched the human child as it entered their forest. The Leshy ignored humans so long as they were respectful and did not harm the forest. The villagers avoided the forest at night and rarely left their young unaccompanied, so its presence was unusual.
The child moved like a mouse trying to outrun a snake, making strange, shrieking calls. The Leshy swooped down and stopped the child with a broad, leafy hand. The child looked up, and the Leshy finally noticed the bruises.
Few records remain of the village’s destruction, but survivors claimed the forest came alive with rage.

gloomy forest” by gorchakov.artem is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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Hugh Likes Fiction: The City in Glass

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The City in Glass
Written by Nghi Vo

Published by TOR

The Skinny: Good Omens meets Sim City

Azril is a city known for its universities and its brothels, its festivals and its observatory, its merchants and its anchoresses. It is home to the demon Vitrine, who has built and shaped the city as she pleases for centuries. She is pleased with her project, until a quartet of angels come and destroy it in a single night. Left with nothing but the book of names in her heart, she curses them as the leave, leaving a piece of herself lodged in the last angel’s chest. And then they are left to consider what to do next.
The City in Glass is a book about recovery and revenge. It is a book about trauma and it is a book about love. Vo’s poetic, tightly worded prose brings a dead city to life as Vitrine wanders the ruins of her home, propelling the reader backwards and forwards in time with an immortal’s perspective as she sifts through the rubble and slowly rebuilds. Her sparring, circling affair with the angel who brought it all down is set against her memories of the city that was, with anecdotes of the artists, pirates, and refugees who had called the city home.
A novel written during the Pandemic Lockdown, Vo has poured grief, frustration, and a strange wicked fondness into her characters and her broken garnet of a city. While many of us were making our Animal Crossing: New Horizons islands, Vo created her own bustling port city only to tear it down with holy fire and start again. The story captures and personalizes the god’s eye view of a simulation city builder as Vitrine goes from changing the course of rivers and cleaning up bodies to planting flowers to choosing which citizens to favor and which to spurn. But Vitrine and the Angel are such fascinating characters and the city they are building is so vibrant that I never felt like I was watching someone else’s play-through. Vo pulled me in completely.
The City in Glass is a bloody jewel of a novel. It constantly surprised me with its capricious demon building and planning her wonder of a city as she danced through the streets and whirled closer and farther from the distraught Angel that pursued her. You can find it in print or ebook from the usual online sources, or from your local independent bookshop. Or, as Vitrine might suggest, your can get it at your local library. I highly recommend it.

Everyday Drabbles #1173: Mummy

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The Pharaoh opened his eyes and found himself in a strange, bright room. He was laying in a glass sarcophagus. It was more crystal than he’d ever seen when he was alive.
He sat up, and his body felt stiff and strange. He could feel the layers of wrappings.
He had been enjoying the afterlife, but now he was back in this cold, stiff body, laying underneath a sign in illegible Phoenician characters.
The mummy angrily lurched his way out of the museum. Until he found a way back to the afterlife, he was going to do so much cursing.

Egyptian Mummy, British Museum” by InSapphoWeTrust is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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Everyday Drabbles #1172: Gargoyle

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The gargoyle sits on the roof of the cathedral watching the comings and goings of the city below. The rain washes through him, but it doesn’t make him feel clean.
He had a monstrous visage, with horns and wings, but his creator had made him to protect the city from spirits and other things.
The gargoyle sees the pigeons on the wing and the tame cows that sat in the market stalls, but he is not kin to either.
A gargoyle flies only once, stone briefly launching into the air, to protect the city.
For now, he watches, and waits.

Paisley Abbey ‘Xenomorph’ Gargoyle (10317339143) (cropped)” by Mark Harkin is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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The Way of the Buffalo: The Future of Everyday Drabbles

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Hello readers!

This certainly has been a start of the year, and we’re still in the thick of it. It’s hard to know what’s appropriate to do right now. Are the arts distractions? A necessary refuge? Something else entirely? Being a writer, particularly a writer on the current version of the internet, means having to make a devil’s bargain for getting your work out into the public. At some point, even if you’re giving it away for free, you have to trust someone else with your baby. This has been particularly true in the last couple of months for social media platforms.
I’ve already divested myself from Twitter when it became ‘X,’ and I never really got the hang of Tik-Tok. Up until last month I was publishing Everyday Drabbles on my website, and on a Facebook page. Facebook has very much been a pay-to-play environment for a while now, with constant invitations to ‘boost’ my posts for a fee. I wasn’t really reaching subscribers there, and had only kept it going for a few friends who preferred to view the stories on the platform.
With the drama over TikTok’s banning and tenuous return, along with Meta CEO Zuckerberg’s recent statements, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching. And I’ve decided that I am leaving Facebook, at least as a creator. Meta platforms have signaled that they are not interested in open and free communications but have become an echo chamber of the worst voices on the political far right. They are neither safe nor are they valuable to me as a writer.
HughJODonnell.com and its mirror site, EverydayDrabbles.com will remain the home for Everyday Drabbles, and those posts will remain here every morning for free. I will also be continuing to post updates, announcement, podcast reposts, and reviews on this homepage.
But with Facebook gone, I have decided to relaunch my Patreon as a place where you will be able to view drabbles for free and also get them by email.
The Everyday Drabbles Patreon is already live. Posts go live every morning ET and signing up for the Free tier will also send them to your email. If you want to support the project starting at $1 or more you can get benefits such as behind-the-scenes and announcement posts, early access to posts, and even personalized drabbles in digital or deluxe print formats! $5 and $10 supporters will get access to ebook and print collections as they are released going forward as well.
Thank you for your support and I hope you continue to enjoy Everyday Drabbles.
Gratefully,

Hugh J. O’Donnell

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