Quirky Quickies Issue #17
About the Newsletter
Welcome to the seventeenth 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
A Rainbow Chicken
At the zoo, Frankie spotted a peacock strutting proudly, turquoise, sapphire, and purple feathers on full display.
“Look, Mommy! A rainbow chicken!” he squealed, toddling over with open arms.
The peacock eyed him, unimpressed, and took a few dignified steps away.
“Come back, rainbow chicken!” Frankie cried, chasing it. Every time he got close, the peacock would take a step just out of reach, fanning its feathers even wider.
After five minutes, Frankie huffed, "Mommy, he’s not sharing his feathers and we're ALWAYS supposed to share."
His mother nodded, "That's mommy's smart boy. He must not have a good mother."
My Little Green Guru
Hugo’s Baby Yoda obsession was, frankly, out of control. His desk? Baby Yoda bobbleheads. His fridge? Covered in Baby Yoda magnets. His ringtone? Baby Yoda giggles.
At lunch, his coworker asked, “Grogu's cool, but you're taking it too far, man.”
Hugo shook his head, sipping from his Baby Yoda thermos. “He’s my little green guru.”
One day, they had a team meeting, and Hugo showed up in a full Grogu onesie.
Their boss shook his head. “Hello! Dress code?”
Hugo lifted his thermos. “This is the way.”
Hugo's boss shrugged. "Well, we need that sort of commitment from our employees."
Taking it to the Next Level
Ms. Lane had seen it all, but Nick was a new level of obnoxious. He would constantly talk in an annoyed tone and an exaggerated sigh. He would say things like, “Do we really need to know this?”
Today, she decided to turn the tables.
"Nick,” she said sweetly, “please answer number five.”
He rolled his eyes. “Do I have to?”
Ms. Lane grinned. “If you plan to pass, yes.”
Nick snorted. “Define ‘pass.’”
She leaned in, matching his tone. “The opposite of what you’ll be doing if you don’t answer.”
The class erupted in laughter. Nick muttered, “Touché.”
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