20min Drabble Challenge: “Monolith”

Shoutout to @stnorahed 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, oftentimes googling images of the word.


Every day the molehill grew higher until it rose like a monolith in my backyard, haloed by the sun and moon. It became obvious it wasn’t a molehill, but my neighbor called the cops before I could decide what to do about it myself. The journalists and photographers came after the cops had done their stint. The scientists came last, carrying equipment bigger than themselves. These days, nobody comes.
I haven’t heard a word from anyone.
The molehill keeps growing.
It’s not a molehill, but nobody will tell me what it is.
Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.

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.