Friday Night Drabble Party!
"A Year's Worth Of Years"
Hello there, my friends!
Welcome back to the party. I wish I could provide refreshments. Maybe one day I’ll have Hollywood money, and I can ship goodie bags to each and every one of you. Or five of you, because sending out several hundred goody bags would kinda kill that Hollywood money in one go.
Oh, to dream…
Anyhoo, no sharing of other authors’ books today. I’m surprised. Every other week is full, but this Friday there were no bites. Oh, well. Makes my life easier.
Hey, if you are in the Asheville area tomorrow night, then swing on by Story Parlor and check out some live readings by some amazing horror writers! The NC chapter of the Horror Writers Association is putting on a reading and proceeds will go to support Brother Wolf, an animal shelter that desperately needs funds, especially after the devastation of Helene. They saved the animals, but the facility was completely washed away. Gone. Bye. Poof.
Who needs horror fiction when you have reality, right?
Check it out!
Maybe I’ll see some of you there! If not, no worries. You got stuff to do. I get it. All good.
Ok, ok, ok, let’s get on with the miraculous microfiction!
Enjoy!
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A Year’s Worth Of Years
By
Jake Bible
The landing gear crunched down, smashing the skulls and bones of the dead like twigs and leaves left to rot after a melancholy autumn.
Costers glanced at his instruments and sighed.
Three hundred and sixty-five years.
“I’ve been gone a year’s worth of years,” he thought
Donning his helmet, he left the ship’s cockpit and descended the rear ramp to the planet’s surface.
The topography was the same, so he understood intellectually where he was standing.
But he didn’t recognize the city where he was born.
Denver was rubble, long overtaken by nature.
Humanity was gone.
Only the bones remained…
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