Happy Thursday! As any college student knows, Thirsty Thursdays are a day to live it up and leave regretting your life choices for tomorrow, so today’s Gluttony Day word is…
Hedonist: a person who dedicates his or her life completely to the pursuit of pleasure.
Mac held up a brownie, winked at Tammy, and took a bite. She still refused to try edibles, despite her overbearing sweet tooth. It’s why everyone called her Tape Worm Tammy—no matter what she ate, she stayed bone thin.
This thought began to bother him. It bothered him as much as the sudden high. Pot doesn’t come on this strong.
Tammy wriggled, crawling out of her skin, a mass of worms disguised in a sexy flesh suit. They chortled, their infinite squirming selves having added a few special ingredients to his brownie recipe, preparing their meal for the feast.
Hope you liked this drabble! If you did, be sure to check out my latest release, These Walls Don’t Talk, They Scream. It’s a novel, not a drabble, mind you.
If you’re a writer, you might also consider submitting to the sci-fi/horror anthology I’ll be editing for Blood Bound Books, titled Crash Code.
Either way, thanks for stopping by. Talk to you soon!
Blood Bound Books is now accepting submissions for Crash Code, an extreme-meets-cyberpunk anthology…
…and I’m the editor!
That’s right, folks. I’ll be guest editing this anthology. It pays 3 cents a word, takes stories 1.5k to 7k words long, and is gonna be bad ass, so hurry up and get your stories in!
See the full submission call here.
Here a free drabble for you! “Temptation,” by me.
I caught my wife eating the cat. I wanted to make a joke, but she wouldn’t have taken it well. Marriage is hard enough when you’re not intentionally pissing off the wife by calling her a lesbian.
“Don’t tell Casey.” Her only request. Blood staining her mouth from a fresh kill, a new shade of lipstick, she kept our daughter in mind. Laura loved her enough to want to protect her from this, just not enough to protect the pet.
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” I wasn’t mad at her. How could I blame her?
I’d just finished eating our daughter.
I’m really excited about this one, folks. Won’t say too much yet, though–only that it’s coming May 25th, and it’s already hearing whispers of becoming a movie…
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Here’s a free drabble for you based on a pretty damn 12popular fashion faux pas. Hope you enjoy my story “Eyebrows.”
I thought she drew ‘em on thick because she’s an idiot.
You should’ve seen them! Big as a finger, even at the ends, so huge and dark you’d think a cat left a piece of its tail on her.
My buddies and I joked about this all the time. My girl took that teasing like a champ—just the shit a classy chick puts up with, dating a mess like me.
Last night, I peeked through the bathroom door. Saw her wipe ‘em off. Saw the wires hiding underneath. She caught me looking.
Her eyes turned a bright blood red.
Here’s a free drabble for you!
The horse died during the rockslide. None of us did.
Lord Hammersmith had gone out of his way to purchase a luxury carriage, one with many small windows, so we were sprayed with glass as boulders pushed us along the road, pinning our cabin to a tree. Both doors blocked, and no window large enough for an arm to fit through, much less a man, meant we’d been festering for two days.
“Who do we eat first?” Lady White said.
“We’re civilized,” Lord Hammersmith shook his head. “We only eat the poor.”
He laughed quite heartily, and never breathed again.
…I’m apparently on a cannibalism kick these days. Don’t read too much into that.
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