infection

Your words infect my thoughts and I can’t shake free of them.

They spread across my body.

I slap at the itch, the tingling and twitching, the raising flesh.

I don’t look, because I know nothing is there, but I want to.

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Word Count: 42

Is something crawling on me?

Hooray for a new Gargleblaster!  Do you have anything crawling on you this morning?

weakness?

“I’m winding down and my time is thinning out, even as it swirls maddeningly faster around me.  My seconds no longer tick and tock with measured frequency,” the wizard grinned dangerously, magic dancing in his eyes, “but don’t mistake that for weakness.”

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Word Count: 42

Micro (fantasy) fiction written for this week’s Gargleblaster, but I may just have to revisit this one later on.  I need to know more about this elderly wizard, who he is talking to, and what he does next.

But, in the mean time, how would you answer the current prompt?

Have all your clocks stopped?

the culprit

The hurried castoffs, collateral damage, of the burglary lay strewn about the room, evidencing who had been there and what they had stolen.  My eyes followed the trail of destruction until they spotted the culprit still engaged in her post theft jubilation.

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Word Count: 42

Happy Monday, and happy Gargleblaster day!  This week’s challenge question is:

Who dunnit?

The next three words of my story would be: My crazy cat…  She loves to open cabinet doors and steal whatever her little paws can fish from them.  Occasionally those thefts involve tearing her ill-gotten gains to shreds.  So, you know, she’s a normal cat.

Do any of your pets do things they know will get them in trouble because they can’t help themselves?

Do you have a 42 word story for this week’s Gargleblaster?  I’d love to read what you come up with.

our future

Stars are the past and our future.  Endless possibilities reside in the open spaces between the twinkling lights.  One day we will be out there and it will be our intermittent beacon showing up in the sky years after we’ve become dust. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Word Count:  42 This quick little space opine was written in response to the inaugural gargleblaster at Yeah Write:

“What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?

Remember: your job is to answer the question in 42 words. Don’t think you have to take it literally, either – be creative, and be intentional with your words.” ….. And you, dear kingdomites, why do you look to the heavens?