More Tiny Tales (Drabbles)

drabble  (Wiki) is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.

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Darkness

By G. Allen Willbanks from The Drabble:

“Why are you afraid of the dark? Darkness is the natural state of everything. It’s the light that’s unnatural. When God said, ‘Let there be light,’ he was imposing an artificial reality on a universe that had previously only know known total darkness and emptiness, and every force in nature is currently trying to drive us back to that original point of neutrality. Everything around us is temporary, and at some point in the future we will all return to that initial state of nothingness. It’s inevitable.”

“Maybe,” his wife admitted. “But, I still want you to replace the light-bulb.”

           
G. Allen Wilbanks is a member of the Horror Writers Association (HWA) and has published over 60 short stories in Deep Magic, Daily Science Fiction, The Talisman, and other venues. He has published two story collections, and the novel, When Darkness Comes.

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Tucked In (98)


By Will Gilmer from The Drabble:

“Irrational fear is a luxury,” Youssef thought as workers at the refugee orphanage checked under beds and rummaged through the closets of the other children. Each received a smile and a thumbs up signaling that their area was free of ghouls and goblins.

Back home Youssef’s nightmares never had time for make-believe. The realities of famine and war didn’t leave room for Bogeymen.

“Any monsters hiding under your bed Youssef?”

Youssef shook his head and pointed to the window. The confused worker craned her head to the stars, never guessing that when Youssef dreamed, he dreamed of drones.

         
William Gilmer is a writer and poet living in Michigan where Fall never lasts long enough.

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Going Home (70)

By Traci Mullins from The Drabble:

Dottie wheeled her small pink suitcase to the double doors and waited.

A smiling woman approached and asked where she was going.

“Home,” Dottie answered.

“I think you’re early for the bus,” the nice woman said. “I’ll show you where you can sit comfortably until it gets here.”

Dottie thanked her and followed her down the hallway, back to her room at Sunset Memory Care, as she did every morning.

“I once heard that a tiny story is like a work of art on a grain of rice. I’m enticed by the challenge to give readers a meaningful experience in a tiny package.” – the author.

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A Woman’s Will

By S. H. Cheatham from 101 Words:

“No!” She tossed her blonde hair and marched angrily away, the clop clopof heels on wood telegraphing her fury.

You’d think I’d asked her to torture puppies or renounce chocolate forever, when I had simply suggested—very kindly—that she change into something slightly less revealing for dinner with my boss and her husband. And perhaps remove a bit of the lipstick and eye shadow she must have applied with a spackling trowel.

“Honey,” I said, tapping tentatively. The response was a thunk as an unknown object (shoe? hairbrush?) struck the bedroom door.

Such is life when mothering a three-year-old!

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Some Tiny Tales

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A City Of Two Tales

People are so full of stories, anecdotes, and experiences, personal or otherwise.

I collected a couple of them new in this stay at Chennai over the last few weeks. Both, in local context.

The first one was narrated by K with whom we travelled to Tiruppathi, a gentleman of deep knowledge and wide experience – it’s unfortunate I had not known him earlier and enough to tap into his vast repository of anecdotes.

A practicing professional in Accountancy and Finance, K heard this one from a respectable Muslim business client of his years ago when it had happened:

On one occasion, a general of high rank in the Indian Army was socially calling on this client, his friend. As a matter of routine, hours before the visit, an inspection team came in and turned the house upside down and went away satisfied.

When the general finally arrived, he was warmly greeted by his friend, taken into the house. And they settled down for their friendly banter. In course of which the host registered a mock complaint:

‘Do you know what your men did to my house?’

The general profusely apologized for discommoding the host and said it was part of a standard procedure that could not be waived.

A smile appeared on the face of the host. He led the general to one of the bedrooms. And quietly lifted the mattress up a few inches to reveal a gun that looked good for its business!

(It is not known if any heads rolled subsequently. May be that’s how/why the Pulwama attack on CRPF succeeded and many other incidents before? Wonder laxity if any never got talked about)

Later the two friends sat down for dinner. The general went gaga over the biriyani that was served:

 ‘Hey, tell me, did you steal the chef from Shadab or Paradise…’

The host called out: ’The general loves your biriyani, won’t you come out and show your face for a moment, Narayana?’

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This is from N whom I called on a couple of days ago, residing in Besant Nagar near the Marina Beach.

One night, he was taking a stroll on the beach with not many around at that hour.

Suddenly he was accosted by a man obviously gone a little far for his good.

Nevertheless, he held himself up steady for a brief moment to tell N:

Brother – kinship gets easily established – this Modi (the Prime Minister)he’s a genius, mind you. See how all these guys with all their ill-gotten stash got screwed overnight thru demonetization? That’s not enough, my friendtake this from me to Modihe must fix an expiry date on all currency like an year, two or even five…then see what happensno more hoarding, saving and all that…the money would have to be spent soon after it’s made…will do a lot of good to all around, think about it.

Now at peace, his India-saving message delivered, he dissolved back into darkness of the night.

Something to think about?

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Tiny Tales

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The Fifth Force!

Sanmargam

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Note: Diabetics, please excuse. Find yours:-)

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