Writober Daily Drabble 6: Abandoned Balloon

Some snotty kid was all excited to have me and hold me by my string for all of thirty seconds. Then I was let go to drift. I don’t think the kid even noticed being so weighed down by stuffed animals and funnel cake and hot dog and soda.

It was fun, for a while, just floating below the stratosphere. But then my air began to escape. I tried to tighten my knot and hold myself taut, but nothing helped. I was losing altitude.

I was deflating when she came along with that dog. The pup bit me and…

POP!

Writober Daily Drabble 5: The Tomb Under the Road

"She even had her eyebrows still attached."

Nobody could have known what lay beneath the land that was to become a road. No one knew what would be unleash when they opened the tomb except for the dead. They tried to warn everyone, whispering in ears, even interfering in the progress when they could. But the contract said dig, so they dug. When they found the tomb, they brought in archeologists who removed the mummy and all the artifacts from the forbidden city of the Ming Dynasty.

Seven hundred years ago, the spell was cast and buried. At long last, it would see the light of day.

http://beforeitsnews.com/paranormal/2014/08/road-workers-found-this-mysterious-box-underground-they-decided-to-look-inside-andphotos-2473712.html

Writober Daily Drabble 4: Lamest Drabble

So tired. There are about a million things I want / need to do… Clean / organize my room (boring), laundry (must be done), post about my b-day party (shut-up, I know how old I am. I will get excited about birthdays ‘til I’m 80+!), WRITE (beyond this tripe, I mean), take care of cats (oh wait, I did! SCORE!), work on No Shush Salon event stuff, NOT hang out on facebook for hours (oops! FAIL…), set up a date or two, apply, organize my pet care bag…

But all I want to do is SLEEP. So… nap and set an alarm.

Writober Daily Drabble 3: Brain Pain

It’s been growing there for quite a while, this thing in my brain. The other day, it started talking to me.

“Will you write about me?”

“Who are you?” I asked, thinking it must be a character waiting to be put in a story.

“I am part of you but not. I grew from you and I give you pain. Also, I have teeth.”

It likes to taunt me; pretending that it’s going to eat my brain.

Then it laughs. “Oh no, mon ame. Your tête is full of le fluff. Je t'aime.”

It loves me by giving me pain.

Writober Daily Drabble 2: The Squirrel Watches YOU!!!

“Whatchu lookin’ at, dog?”

Phoebe stops and pulls her walker back to the tree. She looks up at a squirrel hanging sideways on the bark.

“Well,” says Phoebe. “It’s bitch, not dog and I didn't even see you.”

The squirrel laughs. “Oh, that came out totally wrong! I noticed you stopped over there and was wondering what had your attention.”

“Come on, Phoebe.” The walker pulls on the leash. “Let’s leave the nice squirrel alone.”

“There’s a really big acorn under that leaf!” Phoebe barks as she’s dragged away.

“Thanks!” The squirrel chitters back, scurrying over to the big acorn.

Writober Daily Drabble 1: Missing You

The other day, “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father” popped into my head. This was one of mom’s favorite shows. She would sometimes sing the “Best Friend” theme song to me and my sister. This was before we moved to Venezuela; before I turned six. After we moved, she’d still sometimes sing the song. I asked her why she liked that show so much. She said it showed how strong the love of family is even after tragedy hits. After my older sister’s accident and subsequent brain injury, I understood a bit more of what she meant.

I miss you, Mom.