The Long Road Too Short (Drabble)

I’m late. I know. I almost completely missed this week, but this came to me in my melancholy yesterday. It’s just a short piece this week. I’m a little scattered and stressed and exhausted this week.

~ Effy

The Long Road Too Short (Drabble)

I know someday you’ll leave me, not by choice but by the ravages of time. Everyday I watch you get up a little bit slower, take a little longer to greet me. Slowly, though crystal clear to me after all these years, I see your vision cloud, your hearing fade. Sometimes I catch you in a stare and wonder what far off thought you’re having. I call to you and have to repeat myself several times before you return to me. I wonder how many times you’ll come back. For now, I’m content with stroking your fur as you sleep.

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In Search of Sunrise (Drabble)

I’m still plugging away at a dragon piece I’ve been working on in between other things, but Friday night on my way home from work, this idea came to me. The title is actually a series of albums by Tiesto, and somehow Pandora played a string of them. It got me thinking of different things the title could mean.

By the time I got through traffic and home, I’d written about half of this in my head.

~ Effy

In Search of Sunrise (Drabble)

There is no sunrise in space. No atmosphere. No clouds catching fire in various shades of pink and orange and yellow as brilliance crowns the horizon.

That is how I remember the sunrises of my youth on Earth. Blazing fire.

Now there is only the cold black of space dotted with points of cold light. The hum of human machines and the flicker of man-made lights hold the cold at bay but it intrudes.

Now I drink the same recycled water. I eat the same climate-control grown food.

Space is dark and lonely as I continue in search of sunrise.

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Rescue (Drabble)

I struggled with a story I really wanted to publish this week. Then I woke up Saturday morning with the spark of an idea. It turned into this short piece.

~ Effy

Rescue

After months of chores and proving myself, Mom finally agreed to take me to Moonlight Rescue to pick out a pet of my own.

The enclosures seemed to go on and on.

“Mom, they all look so sad.”

“That’s because this is no place to live. They need real homes and families.”

I knelt down and came to face level with one fuzzy face. Dark eyes glistened and a whine came up from a muzzle tucked between two large paws.

The sign on the enclosure said “Luna.” Beneath that read: “Every year, thousands of werewolves are euthanized. Adopt don’t shop.”

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Big Bad (Drabble)

1000 Day MFA -- Week 3

1000 Day MFA — Week 3

I had a rough week. A total lack of energy, ambition, and muse. It’s probably the weather–a week or two of spring followed by cold weather that screwed with my sinuses all over again. I got four sentences over four days and found myself waxing poetic about it in our 1000 Day MFA group. Our advisor replied to me and suggested aiming for just 100 words and gave me permission for it to really suck.

Getting something down on paper, yes, that was what I needed. But 100 words of what?

On my way to work the following day, I heard a song called “Big Bad” by Borgore, and the title stuck in my brain. I wrote (and revised) half of this piece in my head in the car, rushing through the drive thru so fast I didn’t realize I had the wrong size coffee until I got to work and started typing.

So here’s my first drabble. Per Wikipedia:

A drabble is a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.

I edited it to exactly 100 words, which made me pretty proud. This is the shortest piece I’ve ever written.

I hope you enjoy it. (I spent more works talking about it than writing it!) And wish me luck with a longer piece next week.

~ Effy

Big Bad (Drabble)

No one knew his given name. He only answered to Big Bad, and the name fit him.

He looked at me from across the obscenely large oak desk and smiled a smile that made me shiver. It showed his whole sharp set of teeth, complete with overly large canines, bright white from many whitening pastes and strips. It curled his face into a wolf-like semblance that made me second guess all my reasons for being here.

“So, little one,” Big Bad said with a voice like honey, honey lined with razor blades. “What can you do for me in return?”

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