drabble – Phoebe Darqueling

The Dinner Party – A Story in 100 Words

“Mother! She’s doing it again. Make her stop!” he whines. But of course, Mother does nothing; she never lifts a finger to help. Flies buzz

She scrapes the putty knife across the coalescing smears of pigment. The riot of colors blends and mingles under her power, smoothed in one stroke

They bounce, taunting. Their movement catches my gaze, my eyes inexorably pulled to the mischievous jig at the bottom of the screen. The person on

When the thirst gets too great he approaches the edge of the water, knowing that one misstep will be his last. There is no choice

The decision was a cold, dead thing now that it was over. Their chests still heaved in anger, eyes wet with unshed tears, but the

They both suddenly went still; the sound of ripping upholstery momentarily cooling their desire. “What was that?” he asked. He eased his body off of

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