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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

 

Donald was in the process of fixing dinner, or rather, he was opening cans and dumping the contents out onto the two plates sitting on the small table.  The light from the battery powered lamp threw dim shadows on the walls.

“When do you suppose this will end?” asked Lacey trying to see out the small opaque, round window.  It was pointless, though.  The window filter wasn’t made to be opened.  “It’s already gone on longer than before.”  It had lingered for a week previously, then stopped for two days before coming back worse than ever.

Donald eyed her.   “Since it’s lasted this long, you know the score as well as I.  Come on, eat your dinner.  It’s time for the daily broadcast.  Maybe there’ll be some news.”  He clicked on the radio.

Lacey settled at the table and they picked at their food in silence, listening to the government announcer.  Neither had an appetite.

“We’re now in day twenty of the crisis,” came the generic male voice of the announcer.  “Again, no one should go outside unless entirely necessary, and all filters should be kept in place.  According to Dr. Horton Sullivan of the Department of Meteorology at the Miller Institute, there is some disagreement among scientists as to how long this will persist.  It is agreed though, that if all citizens follow the directives, they will remain safe and unharmed until the danger is over.”

The radio went silent.  The broadcasts were never long but this was the shortest and the most useless message they’d gotten to date.  Disgusted, Donald reached over and turned it off.

The two meteorologists stared at each other.

“We need to look,” said Lacey, quietly.  Donald agreed.

They got up from the table and went to the door.  Donald gripped the top edge of the filter and when Lacey nodded, he pulled it open.

Lacey stuck her head out, stared up and quickly drew it back in.  Tears coursed down her cheeks, leaving tracks in the sooty film covering her face.  She wiped her burning eyes with a sleeve, smearing the residue.  She held her breath against the foul air being admitted.  Donald looked intently at the sky then hurriedly slammed the filter shut.  He and Lacey stared at each other again, dirty faces ashen.

Some few days had been better than others.  More light, less smog, and easier breathing.  But no more.  With the filters in place, the air conditioning inside their smog survival capsule would sustain them for a while longer, and they had plenty of canned food.  But to what purpose?  The hazy, silvery orb in the darkened, roiling skies told them what they already knew in their hearts: the danger would never be over.  The inversion was worsening, becoming permanent.  It wasn’t clearing.  The moon was gone, and soon, the sun would not be visible either.

And it never would be seen again, as all life expired in a man-made heat death, and Earth became a twin to Venus.

End

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

The red and blue armies faced off across the field of battle, awaiting the command to begin.

“Ready your weapons!” shouted the commanders, preparing to lead their men into the fray.

The soldiers raised their armaments, waiting.

“Prepare to engage!”

They braced themselves.

“Engage!”

Screaming battle cries, they ran at each other, hearts thudding with adrenaline.  They clashed in the middle, pounding and thrusting at each other.

They fought until the air was hazy, then both armies retreated.

“Okay!” yelled the triumphant red commander, plucking feathers from his hair.  “We have the most intact pillows left!  We win the kingdom!”

End

A Thanksgiving (sort of) Drabble

A Thanksgiving Drabble

“Food’s wonderful!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

“For sure,” agreed William.  “They definitely know how to put on a spread!”

They were seated at a beautifully laid table full of every traditional Thanksgiving dish, with some new ones thrown in for variety.  Around the table, the other six guests were busily helping themselves.  Everybody remarked on how good, and how much there was.  They ate with no thought of tomorrow and all too soon, the food was gone.

The host smiled and waved at them from his secure booth, and threw the switch that sucked the life from the band of condemned murderers.

End

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