Hugh J. O'Donnell

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.

My very short story collection, The Mountain’s Shadow is available now from Amazon and Smashwords!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

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.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

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.

My very short story collection, The Mountain’s Shadow is available now from Amazon and Smashwords!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

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.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

The druid wandered the forest. He watched the movements of the animals and the cycles of the plants.
As he travelled, he did what he could to maintain the balance of life in the forest. He felled a tree here and planted a sapling there. He drove off predators in one territory and culled grazers in another. He passed no judgement, believing harmony to be the ultimate good and caring little for the individual lives he touched.
It wasn’t until he was cornered by a hungry mountain lion and had to fight for his life that he truly understood Nature.

“Forest – High Contrast” by (www.debabrata.info) debabrata is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

The cockatrice stood on the bridge, its chicken head pecking at the cobblestones while the snake head tasted the air for danger.
I started to rise from our hiding spot, hand on my sword, but our captain shook his head.
“Never try and take a monster in a fight,” he whispered. He reached down and picked up a rock. He threw past it the chicken head. The monster squawked and chased after it, diving into the ravine. We crossed the bridge in a hurry, listening to the frantic beating of wings.
“A chicken is still a chicken,” the Captain said.

“DnD Cockatrice” by LadyofHats is marked with CC0 1.0.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

The magical forest was home to a vast mycelia network, an intelligence that connected every tree and moved with the speed of a glacier.
It sensed that a darkness was coming, and that the lighting-quick creatures that moved through its paths needed to be warned. So it gathered up its energy and budded a myconid to be its messenger to the human world.
The child slowly pushed their way through the soil, and broke from their mother network with a pop of fungal threads.
But by the time the myconid reached the palace, it had been many years a ruin.

“mushroom I” by blumblaum is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

Ooze burbled its way through the dungeon, trying to find a quiet place to puddle and feel sorry for itself.
It never got the respect it deserved. It wasn’t strong, or fast. It didn’t have huge claws or strange magics. It didn’t have a terrifying or majestic visage. But it had its own techniques.
It would lay in wait, dripping down from above or pooling to strike from below. By the time an adventurer felt the sting of acid underneath their armor, it was already too late.
But it was always that cute dope Slime that got all the attention.

“DnD Gray Ooze” by LadyofHats is marked with CC0 1.0.

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 

The hellhound prowled the halls of its abyssal home, leaving smoldering footprint that smelled of brimstone.
The damned watched the creature pass warily. A few quaked and hid. But there was always one who would run, overcome with terror. He chased them down with sharp fangs and fiery breath. He fetched the shredded soul back and put it where it belonged, whiplike tail wagging.
There was a contradiction deep in the hellhound’s heart. All dogs are good dogs, even him.
But he decided long ago it was better to be a good boy in Hell than a lapdog in Heaven.

Hellhound by N Stjerma is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

My very short story collection, The Mountain’s Shadow is available now from Amazon and Smashwords!

Everyday Drabbles is now on Patreon! Join the free feed to get stories in your email inbox, or support at $1 or more to get fun perks!

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0