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Martian Magazine publishes science fiction drabbles every Monday and Friday. I somehow missed that one of my drabbles was going to be coming out on Monday, November 30th.
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Alan sat in the laundry contemplating the last moments of his life. It was cold outside, and not just because of the weather.
You see things differently sitting on the floor. All these different types of footwear, all for different occasions and seasons.
They cut off his job, his finances, his friends, family, even his electric car. The people of diversity and acceptance were going to kill him because he didn’t fit in with their politics and dogma.
The door from outside opened. It was Brevoort. “Still time to join us before the end.”
Alan threw a shoe at him.
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Things like the “flower Datsun” weren’t all that unusual, but people seemed to make a big deal over them.
“There’s worse ways to repurpose your old rig.”
He paused on his walk to regard the object. No doubt someone’s attempt at art or maybe a commentary on the environment.
“Plants are wilting and the chassis is rusting. Can’t really help the latter, but if you’re going to keep plants…”
He knocked on the door of the house belonging to the Datsun. No one answered but the hose was right there.
Jerry started spraying down the pots in the engine compartment.
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I received this wonderful compliment on Facebook this morning (see the image above). As you may know from this announcement, nine out of ten of my submissions to “Pocket SciFi: Drabble Contest One” was accepted for publication.
You can find this Starry Eyed Press anthology at Amazon in kindle or paperback formats.
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Mo lagged behind the tour group being escorted into Jerusalem’s Jewish Quarter. He’d been here hundreds of times over the past ten years but decided he needed to take one last look.
Decades of Islamic terrorism had escalated into war. Netanyahu finally ordered the IDF to excise Hamas from Gaza. It wouldn’t be enough. Soon even the Americans would turn against them.
He would travel back in time as Moshe ben Isaiah, the only name Shaul would understand. Moses had to save the life of the Apostle to the goyim and stop twenty centuries of Anti-Semitic hate before it began.
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Ken wasn’t getting any younger or thinner, so every morning took himself out for a walk. Fall had arrived, and he enjoyed strolling in brisk weather.
Then it turned weird.
“Hey, Buddy. Stop a second.”
He was walking past the tennis court. The green watering jug marked Ken’s halfway point. He stopped walking and looked around.
“Who said that?”
“Me, the plant. Gee, you’re dense. I’ve been hanging my jug out here every day but you don’t take the hint.”
“A talking plant?
“I need a little more water before the hibernation thing kicks in. Be a pal, will you?”
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“The light! We won! The Violet Party won!”
The ballots had been counted throughout the night while the faithful of both parties waited patiently. Then in the pre-dawn chill, the verdict was pronounced. The Violet Party, fighting for Democracy, safety, knowledge, and love had won.
The filthy “yellows” crawled off tails-between-legs. The righteous “violets” cheered wildly in the streets.
Violet One made her expected victory announcement from the high window. “We are victorious. You may be at ease. Go to your jobs secure that we, your servants, shall make all of the difficult decisions. Your only duty is to obey.”
Cover art for the anthology “Pocket SciFi: Drabble Contest One”
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“Pocket SciFi: Drabble Contest One” is now available from Amazon both in Kindle and paperback formats. This is a unique publication from Starry Eyed Press in that it came to life as a drabble contest.
A drabble is a complete story that is told in exactly 100 words. You might think that writing such a story would be difficult, but with a bit of practice, it can be done.
For instance, every week, I participate in a fiction writing challenge at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple. She sends out emails every Wednesday for her “Friday Fictioneers” challenge, asking anyone who wants to participate to craft a poem or short story no more than 100 words long (also see this blog as mine are available here weekly).
It can be less, but I like to make it into a drabble challenge.
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Halloween, the Day of the Dead all blurred together for Eddie. It stretched from last Tuesday to early Monday morning. The deal he made was better than he expected. Sure, he died. Cancer was a relentless enemy and the reaper was always at his shoulder. But every year for a week he returned to life, free of haunting the house with the green door.
He didn’t realize how depressing life would become. Eddie died on V-J day, September 2, 1945. Right before he passed, they told him we’d won. They didn’t say how much they’d lose almost eighty years later.
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The first snow. Alan was around ninety. He felt relatively robust, needing only a cane to walk. He cherished this path. He ran down it when he was three in January to build his only snowman.
It was here he had his first kiss in March and was married in April. May was the time for their only child, but by then, Jean knew the truth.
Little Dianna was only six months but he could have been be her great-great grandfather. He was born in January and would die in December. The seasons of his life were but one year.
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