About the Newsletter
Welcome to the eleventh edition of Quirky Quickies. You will enjoy 100-word fictional stories that will delight your senses and bring a smile to your face. Every Tuesday, I will publish an issue including three stories.
These micro stories, aka Drabbles, are exactly 100 words. No more. No less.
I aim to brighten your day and keep you coming back for more!
If you missed the first issues, feel free to read the others at:
Without further ado, onto the Drabbles!
Three Quirky Quickies
Missing the Target
At the office party, Jake decided to show off his "professional" dart-throwing skills. After pounding the rest of his whiskey sour, he tossed the dart—but instead of hitting the dartboard, it zoomed past and lodged into his boss’s “Employee of the Month” plaque.
Everyone froze, except for overly confident Jake, who turned with a smirk and said, “Guess I’m aiming for that promotion, huh?”
The boss stared at him, then slowly nodded. “Well, you've definitely hit the mark... just not the right one."
Jake's smile faltered as he slowly realized that maybe next year’s party would be held without him.
Dreams Melted Away
The candle sighed dramatically. “I can't do this anymore.”
The matchstick rolled its eyes. “Here we go.”
“I mean, I burn myself out, give light, warmth, ambiance... and for what? To melt into a puddle?”
The matchstick flicked its head. “You’re literally made for this. Besides, I’m the one who goes up in flames instantly. You at least get a few hours.”
The candle huffed. “You don’t get it. I have dreams! I wanted to be... a light bulb!”
The matchstick cackled. “Well, buddy, life’s tough when you're waxy. Try being wood.”
And with a spark, their brief friendship ended.
Taco=Love
Twelve-year-old Sam stared across the classroom at the new girl, Kelsey. He had never felt this way. His heart beat rapidly and his stomach felt like he’d swallowed a live rabbit.
"Go talk to her," whispered his friend.
Sam gulped and walked toward her. His brain scrambled for something cool to say. Once he got there, it hit him: "I like... tacos!"
Kelsey blinked. "Okay?"
Sam panicked. "I mean, you remind me of a taco... in a good way! You’re like, uh, spicy? Not in a weird way, though—"
Kelsey giggled. Sam turned redder than a salsa bottle and bolted.
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