How it all began...
Years ago my writing group instructor gave us the assignment to write a Drabble. "A what?" we asked. “Oh, that will be easy,” I thought. Well, one week after struggling, and struggling even more, to compose an intriguing but concise story of exactly 100 words—no more, no less—I fell in love with the form. Now, more than a decade later, I’ve published my first book—A Twist of Lemon—and have become passionate about inspiring others to venture into this little-known but incredibly fun and challenging form of microfiction.
What could you do with 100 words, I wonder?
(By the way, you just read a Drabble!)
An Interview with Arlene Duane Hemingway
Praise for...A Twist of Lemon
With each short story,
I was held breathless, often
not expecting the ending.
You will not
ickedly funny, suspenseful, intense, and intriguing, you will be immediately drawn into to these one hundred word stories—aka
“drabbles”—masterfully crafted by Arlene Duane Hemingway. Every word has been carefully chosen for style and content to create mesmerizing tales and characters. Covering a range of topics and emotions, this collection of 100 of the briefest narratives provide plenty of food for thought with enough love, hatred, malice, surprise, humor, deception, reckoning, treachery, and mystery, for all. If this is your first experience with microfiction, you will soon be hooked. If you are already a fan of the genre, prepare to be delighted.
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Drabbles for an unusual time...
Through my Eyes
Change embodies hope for new beginnings—corrected failings and brighter tomorrows. Our nation seeks to unify and reinstate its position as a beacon of light; but name-calling and denying other’s beliefs, experiences, and wisdom makes this less plausible.
The Zulu phrase, Sawubona, can serve as a reuniting force. It means I see you, and speaks to something missing for eternities—deep regard for the value and importance of all. It implies graciousness in every encounter—a path for only the most intrepid lover.
With any luck, “Rocky Road” will soon refer only to ice cream consumed at crowded, mask-less gatherings.
~ Arlene D. Hemingway