Mary is Dead: A Drabble

“There’s no reason to panic,” Mary assured herself, knowing all the while no one ever says that unless there is, in fact, a very good reason to panic. She had several:

•  She was inexplicably dressed like an Easter egg.
•  She was in a cemetery and dead things creeped her out.

•  She was a dead thing.

At least her body was dead. She knew that for sure because she’d left it laying still and quiet and calmly turning into nothing in the soft gray coffin in which she’d been laid to rest.

The rest of her, it seemed, had other ideas.

In case you were wondering, A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title.The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space. Wanna Play? Feel free to leave your own drabble in the comments.

This picture was taken by Bill Wadman and is used here with his permission.
(Thanks, Billy) To see more of his drabbles series, please visit http://www.billwadman.com/drabbles/

Sonya ♥s Leonard: A Drabble

Sonya had bad taste in men. She couldn’t help it. Something about bad boys intrigued her. She knew the distance they kept was a defense mechanism, the anger in their eyes a mask to hide the pain. She wanted to save them – from themselves, from women who didn’t understand them, from the world that had been so careless with their delicate hearts. Her friends didn’t understand the attraction. Couldn’t see in any of them the things that were so obvious to Sonya. They’d hated poor Harry. Been awful to Luke.
Photo by Bill Wadman
Still, she had to admit they were right about Leonard.

In case you were wondering, A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not necessarily including the title.The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space. Wanna Play? Feel free to leave your own drabble in the comments.

This picture was taken by Bill Wadman and is used here with his permission.
(Thanks, Billy) To see more of his drabbles series, please visit http://www.billwadman.com/drabbles/

 

 

Six Sentence Sunday: Underneath

Tab Bennett and the Underneath won’t be out until December. Here are six sentences to help tide you over until then.

“You have been raised by the Light but there is Darkness in you too, Tabitha. All I ask is a chance to show you that side of yourself, to introduce you to the other half of your birthright so that your choice will be an informed one. How can you be certain you prefer the Light when you’ve never been free of its glare?”

“Most people don’t have to entertain evil to decide they like goodness,” I said.

“You are not most people. You’re not even people at all.”

Six Sentence Sunday started two years ago with a few friends who would post teensy little excerpts on their blogs. Now more than 100 writers take part each week.
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The Witchwood Manor Sign

I thought some of you might be curious about the Witchwood Manor sign I went on and on about the other day, so I drove over there to take a picture.

As I was standing there with my Iphone taking this picture, terrified that Victor Garber would come home and yell at me for hanging about in his driveway, it occurred to me that inspiration is a funny thing. This plain, sort of crookedly hand-painted sign captured my imagination and inspired me to make up a whole world full of people and adventures for them to go on. If you think about it, it’s kind of amazing that a piece of plywood and some paint can do that. (And, I might add, it’s also a really good reason for Mr. Garber to give me this sign.) All of this is to say that inspiration is everywhere. There are thousands of stories just hanging around in unlikely places waiting to be told.

This mini-epiphany made me think of William Carlos Williams, who found inspiration in the most random things.

including a red wheelbarrow:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

and a bowl of plums:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

I wonder what is going to inspire you?