About the Newsletter
Welcome to the ninth 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
Little Johnny's Dance Party
In the middle of the kitchen, Little Johnny—clad only in a diaper and mismatched socks—performed a dance that could best be described as "The Wobble of Wiggles and Spins."
Arms flailing like a spaghetti monster, he twirled in circles until gravity betrayed him.
With a thud, he plopped onto his bottom, giggled, and immediately sprang back up for round two. The dog, unsure if this was a new form of human greeting, joined in with his own tail-wagging shuffle.
Soon, the whole kitchen became a dance floor of pure, uncoordinated bliss.
Who knew snack time could turn into a rave?
The Rogue Snatcher
In the heart of the jungle, a lion and a bear found themselves in an unexpected showdown over... a picnic basket. "I saw it first!" growled the lion, pawing at a sandwich.
"Well, I smelled it first," rumbled the bear, swiping at a jar of honey.
Amid their bickering, a squirrel dashed in, grabbed the basket, and darted up a tree. Both beasts froze, jaws agape.
The lion finally broke the silence, "Well, that was humiliating."
The bear nodded solemnly, "Next time, we stick to our day jobs."
And with that, they sulked off, leaving lunch to the real king.
Misconstrued Memories
Old Mr. Jenkins sat on his porch, staring at the sky, lost in thought. "Ah, my youth," he muttered. "I was fast... agile... sharp as a tack." He closed his eyes, smiling. "I could outrun anyone, jump fences, climb trees."
His wife, knitting beside him, raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, you tripped over a rock yesterday and blamed the ground for moving."
He waved her off. "Details, details. In my prime, they called me Lightning Legs."
"Pretty sure they called you Clumsy Carl."
He squinted. "Hey! I thought you forgot.”
She chuckled. "Well, you know, they called me Attentive Alice…Lightning Legs."
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I'm a sucker for the romance of human relationships! Well done!!
I loved The Rogue Snatcher and Misconstrued Memories! The ground moving - ha!