The Awakening

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ous metallic discs hovered, silent.</p><p id="d539">“Time to remember,” came a voice behind.</p><p id="7fc7">The master stood, revealed, eyes large, dark.</p><p id="6375">A long, pale finger pressed my forehead.</p><p id="5639">__Janaka Stagnaro</p><p id="be09">Thank you for reading my dabbling of a drabble. Thanks to <a href="undefined">Alize Henry</a> I am newly introduced to this fun and challenging art form. My first output was 196 words when I stopped. I read my words and thought maybe I could do a double drabble so I wouldn’t have to cut so much.</p><p id="8bd9">Then the ghost of my father, an editor in his life, slapped me hard and told me to get to it and chop away. Not possible, I cried. He slapped me again. I got to work, trading my pen for a sword.

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After many slices and additions, it landed right on 100 words.</p><p id="e55f">It felt good. My father’s ghost smiled.</p><p id="125e">Here is Alize’s drabble.</p><div id="1808" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/guns-and-pies-and-bear-oh-my-d551e4fc9b62"> <div> <div> <h2>Guns and Pies, and Bear, Oh My!</h2> <div><h3>We were afraid he would be angry, but he was still hungry.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*PGV64fnFsGTqTNpG)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A 100-word drabble of fiction

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I looked up from my meditation seat, saw a chamber full of figures in cowled white robes, chanting Om Zao Tao Hu. Facing us, shrouded, the master sat. Where am I? I thought among the droning. Mahayana tankas, some deities unfamiliar, hung upon the maroon-washed walls. Suddenly, the master looked toward me, as he pointed to the doubled bronze doors. I arose somnolently and opened them.

I looked out over snow-clad mountains down below.

Enormous metallic discs hovered, silent.

“Time to remember,” came a voice behind.

The master stood, revealed, eyes large, dark.

A long, pale finger pressed my forehead.

__Janaka Stagnaro

Thank you for reading my dabbling of a drabble. Thanks to Alize Henry I am newly introduced to this fun and challenging art form. My first output was 196 words when I stopped. I read my words and thought maybe I could do a double drabble so I wouldn’t have to cut so much.

Then the ghost of my father, an editor in his life, slapped me hard and told me to get to it and chop away. Not possible, I cried. He slapped me again. I got to work, trading my pen for a sword. After many slices and additions, it landed right on 100 words.

It felt good. My father’s ghost smiled.

Here is Alize’s drabble.