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Challenge Drabble for October 2018's the topic is Books.

316 String Theory drabbles written — and counting.


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Negative Space

by Anonymous

When I was a child, I wanted you to come back. Whoever you happened to be; I didn't even know. I imagined someone who had very important things to be doing, like piracy or heroism, too important to father a child, to husband a woman. Romantic movies and love songs made her sad. My hugs around her waist not enough to reach the emptiness inside.

I grew older.


You left emptiness with your presence too, and I think that must be why you went. And although she never could, I did inherit spine enough to blame you for it.

The Human Condition

by Anonymous

The boy died in his sleep. Being of a strange nature and relatively unimportant, there was no funeral held and many failed to even notice. In the nights following, she lit a candle for him, but it was difficult to feel sad. Flame-light beckoned in the grey-winged moths to keep her company, and cast plain wood and brass into a queen's gold. It shone like a beacon from the river-side house.

They came in on boats tiled with paua shell beneath the night sky, summoned by the jasmine, and their luggage weighted with memory. Loneliness being only a human condition.

Reworked in the Margin at 2 AM

by Anonymous

"What is it?"

"Some one has died. You did not say it had broken out among your people."

"I did not know! Come with me!"

After that, appalling things happened, and the mysteriousness of the morning was explained. It had broken out in its most fatal form and people were dying like flies.

She had been ill in the night, and it was because she had just died that the hidden had wailed in the huts. Before the next day three others were dead and others had run away in terror.

There was panic on every side, and dying people.

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