Here’s another 500-word drabble that demanded I write it. Dunno if it will bloom into a full-fledged story yet.
Rain sheeted down over the rolling valleys and pattered on the macadam road winding along one of the hills. The dark skies were perfectly suited to the tableau, both commonplace and unique. Two black vehicles were parked by rows of white markers, the dreary rain washing out the vegetation to a muted greyish green. Everything was monochrome and dull.Read the rest of this entry
OMG I did it! [falls over fainting]
I patterned my restaurant after the BarSu Restaurant, at the Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit in Bangkok. The food description is from Celedon Restaurant, also in Bangkok.
Made it through Week Two. Yay!
With everything going crazy this year, I don’t know how many weeks I’ll be able to write. Partially due to my job being on the frontlines of this pandemic. Stay safe and wash your hands, everyone! Read the rest of this entry
Enemies often meet on the narrow road. But what about potential lovers? Read the rest of this entry
The next morning, Kevin was in the barn, mucking out the stalls. The work was hard and sweaty, but every bit of exercise was needed to hone his muscles. After piling the used straw into a cart, he wheeled it out to the compost pile. He forked out the first pile, then ducked and spun as a knife embedded itself into the side of the cart with a thunk. He had barely a chance to react when he realized he wasn’t alone. Read the rest of this entry
WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing scenes of human trafficking. Read at your own risk. Read the rest of this entry
The popping noises at his joints sounded like gunshots when Kevin woke up and stretched the next day. The bed was a little too short for him to sleep out comfortably, but despite this, he felt happy. He was back in Pra’dee with his expanded adoptive family. And will a night’s sleep, he was ready to face the facts of this country’s destruction, and see what he could do to fix things. Read the rest of this entry