20min Drabble Challenge: “Eerie”

Shoutout to @NC_kay_author on twitter for the word prompt! The 20 minutes is from the moment I jot down the first word till I write the last. I’ll sit and consider the theme and the visual imagery for some minutes beforehand. Also, shoutout to @KristynJMiller from whom I shamelessly stole Kitte.


I don’t like it when mom listens to her music.
It’s an old vinyl. The sound is eerie. Hollow.
I have no idea where she has the record from; the casing is blank.
It has six prominent scrapes from when Kitte, our family cat, pushed it off the coffee table a week before it died at the spry age of four.
I don’t like the record, but I can’t do anything about it; mom locks herself in her room when she listens to it. And now, after dad’s dead, I’m afraid to come home. I am afraid of my mom.

20min Drabble Challenge: “Resuscitate”

Shoutout to @namaferd for the word prompt! The 20 minutes is from the moment I jot down the first word till I write the last. I’ll sit and consider the theme and the visual imagery for some minutes beforehand.


“911, what’s the emergency?”
The wife taps her foot on the floor. She can’t smile because she fears it’ll show in her voice. “My husband’s passed out. He’s not breathing.”
“Can you do CPR?”
She doesn’t regret feeding her husband the poison, so she lies and answers, “no.”
The call-taker on the other end of the line keeps talking, doing his job to keep his caller calm. It’s proof the wife is faking it perfectly.
“Are you alone?” the call-taker asks.
This time the smile shows in the wife’s voice: “Yes.”
She’s all alone. She’s finally made sure of it.