I could only remember the vaguest details of how I got there – something about a storm, and a terrible wind that blew right through me, then a warm and sudden silence.

The bar was empty, save for a man with two shot glbumes on the counter before him. He glanced up at me; a smile spread across his face. “My dearest friend,” he said, and I knew it was true, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I opened my mouth in a half-formed question, but he shook his head and poured me a drink. “They’ll be looking for you down there.”

Can we enter multiple times?

Thiefree Posted:

Not yet, petal.

Comp closes on Sunday.

But I’m going to, then. Awesome.

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Thiefree Posted:

Not yet, petal.

Comp closes on Sunday.

how much am i winning by? 30 points? 40 points?!?!?!

Behind his computer made him a God among men, but one day that changed. L338-hacker Torian stepped outside one day to pickup the paper. He was dragged into a van by guys that proceeded to bind and strip him of his clothes. The larger man went behind Torian. He unzips and takes out his mbumive black male reproductive organ, rubbing it around Torian’s tight pink bum. “No!” Said the nerdy nobody. The large black man thrusts inside of Torian in one quick motion, leaving behind a gaping hole. From then on, Torian was no longer a God, they now call him Princess.

It was the first day the circus was in town and my friend and faithful plot-device Gregor was the first to notice. He stood by the circus’ entrance looking at the clowns who were swearing and drinking their coffee, their makeup running down their tired, sweaty, faces. Gregor enjoyed looking at these people to see their true lives. He always guessed about their personal problems when we were watching the show, it got him off somehow, like a peculiar fetish. When I awoke, it was Saturday, Gregor had run off with the circus and the dinosaur was no longer there.

GGM CATEGORY

The winner is Adapt for this entry:

Adapt Posted:

“A is for Amy, who fell down the stairs; B is for basil, bumaulted by bears.” recited Casey from his copy of Gashlycrumb Tinies, “Isn’t that an interesting rhyme?” His wife Daisy took her attention away from driving their car to acknowledge her husband, “You know I hate dreadful books like that, being reminded of my own mortality and such.” Casey only had time to look up from his book as his wife ran the car into an oncoming semi truck, killing them both. C is for Casey, dead when he looked; D is for Daisy, killed by a book.

GENERAL CATEGORY

The winner is BloodyDemise for this entry:

BloodyDemise Posted:

Huddled around the embers, we found ourselves at a loss for words. If only we had met under different cirgreat timesstances, I thought.

The darkness kept closing in, and with it came the terrifying flickers at the edge of my vision. They would come eventually, that was certain. I considered myself lucky to have such good company in the meantime.

“Are you frightened?” I asked him, hoping I sounded brave.

“Me? Not at all.” The orange-lit outline of him appeared to smile, though I could not be sure. “Any damn fool can die. Takes a real hero to go on living.”

Thank you all very much for your drabbles! And to the winners, I’ll get the BP to you as soon as possible. Well done to you both.