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Fiction Shorts word of the day: Tidings
Stephanie woke in a joyous mood, remembering today is the day in which she’ll finally graduate from high school.
Tomorrow she’ll start her new job and the world of adulting was just about to begin.
She couldn’t be happier. She felt free.
With a smile upon her face, she makes breakfast for her mother and they sit chatting about her future.
Then the phone in the hall begins to ring and Stephanie has a premonition that it is bad tidings.
She isn’t wrong as the news ensues her entire world begins to topple, crumbling to pieces at the devastating news.
This drabble has been written as part of the daily Drabble Drop challenge and today's random word, that must be included in the drabble, is 'tidings'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful idea in a confined space.
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Comments (2)
WTG on your book!
Oooo, I learnt a new word today, tidings. I feel so sad for Stephanie though 🥺