Drabble: an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length, not including the title. Mathew Sforcina: A guy intending to post one a day as a challenge to himself. You: You. FAQ: Here!
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So I hope your arbitrary time division turning over point was enjoyable. But enough of this gay banter. Anyway, while there wasn't a huge amount of feedback to my last post, what there was did reinforce what I was thinking of doing anyway. So going forward, this blog will switch from a daily post target to when the ideas strike me. This will mean a much less frequent posting schedule, and a less…
So. Obviously these last few months, I've been taking more frequent and longer breaks from the one a day schedule this blog is supposedly built on. Now, I could justifiably decide that I've done well enough, over 4000 posts, over 10 years, I could declare this a (large partial) success and call it there. Or, I could switch from a daily to a "when I get the idea" model, which would lead to less…
We'd agreed, during a drunken night of club-hopping, that if we got to 30 (such a far away number, at the time), if neither of us had found love, we'd marry each other to satisfy the familes and for tax purposes. When 30 rolled around, so damn quickly, we considered it, given our circumstances, but then mutually agreed to push it to 40, which was a whole decade away, plenty of time. We both got…
"You fool! The Gods themselves have said that no Man can kill me!" The swordsman, had he the breath, would have told the Wizard that he just wanted to shut him up, or maybe something about injuring him enough. But instead, he just swung the sword. He connected with the Wizard, which didn't surprise him. He also decapitated the Wizard, which he didn't. It took a few seconds for him to realise the…
They had called it a hill. But as I stood at the base, that wasn't the word that sprung to my mind. 'Mountain' was an early contender, 'sheer-faced cliff' getting disqualified due to it being 2, maybe 3 words, with 'big' ending up winning the popular vote after a couple run-offs. Unfortunately, I could see what was the start of a 'path' heading up. I had to call it that because 'seemingly…
"I wish for a gold coin that doubles every day, in that I have 2 the next day, 4 the day after that, and-" The urchin noticed that the Genie had frozen, as had the cave around him, in an eerie green light. Then a portal opened and a small figure in a black suit stepped through with a clipboard and a pair of half-glasses on a chain. "Hello. You have attempted to cast or invoke a magic spell that…
Humanity was desperate for something that made them stand out amongst the Galactic Community. It wasn't unusual, most races went through it, the desperate need to be the most special and unique in some way. But try as we might, we couldn't find one. There was always another race stronger, faster, better at art, music, sex, everything. And we were also too much of an outlier to try and claim…
Some people save the world by curing disease, or by discovering a great leap forward in science. Me? I save the world by ensuring that there's no evil lurking in the shadows. After all, if there was a great evil like a vampire house or a werewolf clan or whatever in the shadows, there's no way they'd allow anyone to explain them online. So every day, when I write out a new creature or a variation…
He had the reputation for predicting every little thing. No matter what, he had a plan, and a back-up, and a back-up for the back-up, and presumably a back-up for that one too, and so on. He'd developed that reputation across the years, but the truth was, while he was clever and could do a decent job at predicting stuff, truth is, all he has were a half dozen basic plans and devices he could pull…
Actual conversation I had (in my head) last night. *Power goes out* Me: Huh. My Brain: Welp, no Drabble tonight. Me: Wait, what? It's only like 10:30, my phone has a decent amount of battery power left! My Brain: Nope, no Drabble. Me: I'm already a few days without one- My Brain: Well one more won't matter, will it! Me: No, sorry, I've got nothing else to do but this, this is like perfect storm to…