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The horde was eager to attack. They knew they would win with their superior armaments. In their impatience to engage the enemy, they reached the field of battle first. They prepared to engage with confidence. They would eviscerate their opponents.

“Hark!” said the leader grinning fiercely at hearing a noise. “They approach!”

With weapons raised, they readied themselves.

Their eyes flew wide and their mouths gaped as the enemy appeared. They began dropping to the ground their weapons useless as the smiling, gurgling babies surrounded by tiny fluffy kittens and frisky puppies came toward them–and killed them with cuteness.

End

 

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I awaken, adrift in a warm, surrounding darkness, bound and restrained. I hear a pulsating sound.

In what strange circumstance do I find myself? What have I done to be so confined?

In the darkness, a light begins to dawn. With constricted movements, I struggle toward it as best I can, determined to be free.

I tire and must stop to rest, but, anxious to escape, I soon continue my efforts. The pounding noise intensifies. I am frightened but I forge ahead.

Suddenly, I remember my death but immediately begin to forget as I emerge into brightness, and am born.

 

(Originally written in 2014)

He stands in the stillness of the evening, his cloak stirring in the soft breeze. His dark eyes are gentle, his smile loving as he gazes at me. He is beautiful.

“I will love you forever,” he says, his voice low and soft.

I’ve never met anyone like him. I am afraid his love will fade and he will leave me bereft and alone.

“Will you?” I ask, not sure of going with him.

“Yes, my beloved.”

I am comforted as Death takes me by the hands and leaps on his great, white steed, and away with me, he rides.

 

(Originally written in 2014)

Sebastian and Parakeet loved each other and pledged to take vows. They found themselves enamored of Priscilla, the lieutenant from Earth.

They went to the hospital where she awaited surgery, to see her and declare their desire to court her. They took flowers and a box of chocolates.

Sebastian’s sister, Jade, was there, and cautioned, “See her but hold off on courting until after surgery. Give her time to recuperate and get used to the idea. She’ll probably accept you, Sebastian, but she’ll have doubts about Parakeet.”

Knowing this was true, Sebastian and his big, silvery, dual-sexed pledge-mate agreed.

End

(This is from the universe of  “Boucher’s World” and was originally written in 2013.)

The large black and yellow orb weaver sat in its web.  It had built it in the sidelight window on the front porch of a house.

The occupant of the home opened the door to leave for work.  She brushed a thread attached to the door causing the spider to jitter toward her.  She spotted it, and letting loose a loud shriek, dropped her tote and retreated into the house.

Reemerging with a can, she liberally sprayed the hapless spider and it fell dead.  She retrieved her tote and left for work.

She didn’t notice she’d also sprayed her lunch.

 

The funnel-shaped cloud formed rapidly, as such clouds usually do.  It bore down on the isolated stretch of houses and when folk heard the warning siren they quickly ran to their cellars.

Everybody emerged once the all-clear sounded and immediately headed for their vehicles.  Eyes were tearing up and people were retching.

Zeke cursed through bouts of vomiting as he staggered toward his truck.  He yelled to his wife and kids, “Git in! We gotta git outta here fast!”

“Whut’s that stench, Zeke?” moaned his gagging wife, clinging to a screaming, upchucking baby.

“It wuz a goddamned skunknado!”

END

(With apologies to Sharknado)

Noise

 

I hear a noise and look around to pinpoint its location.  It appears to be coming from the corner by the window.  It’s the chirping of a cricket.

I go to check but it has moved along the wall.  I follow.  I stand still and listen.

Again, the sound has moved, now across the room to the opposite wall.

I am annoyed and determined to catch the cricket, so I continue to follow, flyswatter in hand.

Then, the sound comes from midair, in the center of the room.

Slowly, horrifyingly, it dawns on me.  The noise is in my head.

 

End

This drabble was inspired by a true story.  The names have been changed to protect the somewhat innocent.

 

Pedaling Hard

 

“What are you doing, Sophie?”

“Gotta get this done but they keep popping off every time I try!” She sounded quite aggravated.

“Hmm… lemme see,” mused Dan, studying the problem. “Oh, lines not long enough.  Well, I can help you out.”

He straddled a chair in front of her, stuck one foot out and commenced to pedal the treadle. “Hold on tight and lean forward!” he said loudly over the ensuing whooshing noise.

She nodded and pushed the suction cups down firmly while he pedaled.

The pump thumped, filling the bag, and together, they managed to get her properly milked.

END

“I don’t know.”  He shook his head, dubiously.  “Are you sure we shouldn’t stay out of this?”

“It needs to stop,” she replied.

They watched the couple as they snarled and screamed, angrily going at each other with everything they could get their hands on.

“Ooo…that was nasty! Hurry!”

He nodded and loosed his arrows at the two, striking both.

The angel dropped her lightning and the demon dropped his fireballs as they ran and clasped each other in a tight embrace, cooing sweet words of eternal love.

“See, Cupid? Told you it would work!” exclaimed Venus.  “Love always does.”

End

Tatters – a drabble

I mourn as I try to hold the ragged fragments in my hands.  They bleed through my fingers, falling softly and settling into a small, sad heap.

My heart is heavy as I make careful attempts at rescue.  It is of no use.  Try as I might, I cannot make it whole again; my feeble efforts only cause further damage.

I voice my anguish to an empty room.  It was a great idea for a story, written on a napkin.  Why didn’t I empty the pockets of my jeans before I threw them in the wash?  Now it’s forever gone.

End

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