It's been a while since I wrote my drabble books but I still write the occasional 100-word story. This week, two pieces have been featured over the Internet.
First up is The Stabbings on author Chris Bailey's blog, where I sit alongside drabbles by many other authors. The second drabble is The Pile-Up, which today featured on Indie Book Bargains.
The Stabbings
He was ruthlessly efficient. In it went, out it came. Job done.
In most cases, the victims never even saw him coming. Stab, stab, stab. Cutting through skin as if it were butter left out of the fridge, forgotten.
He didn’t often see blood, but the speed with which he moved on to his next victim meant that his eyes didn’t linger for long on the point of penetration. When he did catch a glimpse of red, though, he looked at it without bother, unblinking.
And every victim heard the same final words called. “Next one for the flu jab!”
The Pile-Up
The first collision was at 08:43. Over the following two minutes, a further seven cars ploughed - smash! - onto the scene. Some vehicles spun a full 360 degrees, others were upturned. From the moment of first impact, the air filled with screams so awful that onlookers were forced to cover their ears. The gravity of the situation was highlighted, terribly, by the ongoing, never diminishing, sounds of distress.
A little boy was plucked from the wreckage by his father. “Jonny, those are your brother’s toy cars. Leave them alone. You're upsetting him and giving us all earache in the process!”
First up is The Stabbings on author Chris Bailey's blog, where I sit alongside drabbles by many other authors. The second drabble is The Pile-Up, which today featured on Indie Book Bargains.
The Stabbings
He was ruthlessly efficient. In it went, out it came. Job done.
In most cases, the victims never even saw him coming. Stab, stab, stab. Cutting through skin as if it were butter left out of the fridge, forgotten.
He didn’t often see blood, but the speed with which he moved on to his next victim meant that his eyes didn’t linger for long on the point of penetration. When he did catch a glimpse of red, though, he looked at it without bother, unblinking.
And every victim heard the same final words called. “Next one for the flu jab!”
The Pile-Up
The first collision was at 08:43. Over the following two minutes, a further seven cars ploughed - smash! - onto the scene. Some vehicles spun a full 360 degrees, others were upturned. From the moment of first impact, the air filled with screams so awful that onlookers were forced to cover their ears. The gravity of the situation was highlighted, terribly, by the ongoing, never diminishing, sounds of distress.
A little boy was plucked from the wreckage by his father. “Jonny, those are your brother’s toy cars. Leave them alone. You're upsetting him and giving us all earache in the process!”
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