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A Monster

The monster whooshed down out of the sky and landed with a roar and a cloud of dust, next to where the man had been sleeping on the bench. The roar woke him from his stupor, and he struggled to work out where he was. He saw the monster shaking in front of his eyes and tried to move away from it, only to find the bench’s back prevented him from doing so.

He tried to work out what the creature was, only recognising it as the dust cleared. It was a gargoyle, fallen from the roof of the church.

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific2 most esteemed13 top drabblist

Holiday Calm

“This holiday’s doing you the world of good,” purred my wife as she stroked my arm lovingly.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, I’m seeing your softer side again.”

“Softer side?”

“Yeah, your angry side seems to be under control which makes you, ahmmm, much more manageable.”

Was it the sunshine, the food, the lack of stress?

I thought about her words. Softer. Under control. More manageable.

I checked the bathroom and realised that for two weeks I’d been mixing up the hair conditioner with the shower gel. Those little bottles all look the same when you’re not wearing your glasses.

Ken Magee Merits

9 most prolific4 most esteemed4 top drabble19 top drabblist

Digital Doc

“Hello, I’m your AI doctor. My job is to diagnose straightforward cases while passing more complex ones over to your GP. All data collected will be used to train my neural network. Do you understand?”

“Er… how much more training do you still need?”

“Lifelong learning is a necessity for all these days, wouldn’t you say? Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, I have this sharp stinging sensation at the back of my throat, and a kind of dryness…”

“Are you a Labrador Retriever?”

“No, I’m human!”

“Excellent! That greatly reduces the number of options. Male or female?”

Richard Martinus Merits

18 most prolific6 most esteemed6 top drabble5 top drabblist

Facing Fear

Kirsty flew down the alley behind Mr Khan’s convenience store. There was a doorway down here she could hide in. She’d used it before when the bloody gang, with Pansy at the head and the baying bitches behind her, chased her into the dark. She couldn’t face it, the spitting, the hair-pulling. She pushed in, leaning against the old door, blinking away tears.

Someone had tagged the wall: Stevo.

Steve. Her hero brother, dead in Afghanistan. Steve who never ran from anything, who died saving his mates. She felt him there beside her and stepped out into the light.

Food Magic

The boy’s friends were smiling and laughing. They were amazed at the fact that the food was floating up off the plate, through the air and into his mouth.

Every time a piece of food was in his mouth, one of the other boys cheered, and they kept encouraging him to do it again.

He was almost halfway through his lunch when the teacher approached him from behind and shouted, “Stop playing with your food, young man. If I’ve told you once I’ve told you at least a hundred times – don’t levitate your food to eat. Use the fork, Luke!”

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific2 most esteemed13 top drabblist

Forever Love

After thirty years she still waited, every year returning to where her true love had said farewell. The docks were bustling, cargo of every kind being hauled from giant steamers, and smiles adorning many faces. She reminisced to a different era, when dread and panic had turned young men old before their time. Her Frederick was one of those; she still remembered his handsome, finely cut face and his warm, loving eyes.

“Come on Ma, it's getting cold. Let’s take you home.”

Just as handsome and with the same voice. Her beloved son was a lifelong reminder, and a blessing.

Grave Information

She caught sight of the gravestone out of the corner of her eye as she walked through the church grounds on her way to the train station.

She’d walked this path hundreds of times before, but had never noticed this particular gravestone. It was a different colour to the others, and there were fresh flowers on it. She was sure that it hadn’t been here the last time she had passed this way.

She walked over to it and was shocked to see her own name and date of birth engraved upon the gravestone. Apparently she’d died eight days ago.

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific2 most esteemed13 top drabblist

The Tube

Wind rushed at her face. Wind from the tunnel, with that unique smell. Damp, chemical, age. Stephanie moved a little closer to the edge, her feet were halfway over the white line.

She let the strap from her bag slip from her shoulder. Perspiration slid down her back and her underarms were clammy. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry. She coughed. She moved a half-step farther forward.

The murmur of the crowd faded into a muddled hum. Stephanie could hear the train. She leaned forward.

That was when she felt a hand on her shoulder.


The boy was hiding in the cupboard. He had seen the man who was looking for him before, but his confused young brain couldn’t tell when or where.

The man was calling the boy’s name, How did this man know his name? He could hear the voice getting closer, it was close enough for him to hear footsteps in the room now.

The steps came across the room and stopped outside the cupboard. The door was flung open and the light flooded in.

His mother stood there frowning at him. “Stop being silly, Timmy, and say hello to your uncle.”

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific2 most esteemed13 top drabblist

Paper Count

It was a slick operation alright. All those vehicles from all those sites, delivering their loads as quickly as possible.

All that paper, tipped out on tables, sorted into piles and then the hordes of people, their fingers flying, moving impossibly quickly, counting the pieces of paper faster than you would think possible.

By the end, all the piles have been counted, over fifty thousand pieces, the whole process is done in less than an hour from the closing of the stations.

The totals are handed to the registrar, and the votes are announced.

This year’s next top model is…

Kev Neylon Merits

6 most prolific2 most esteemed13 top drabblist

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