Quirky Quickies Issue #19
About the Newsletter
Welcome to the nineteenth 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!
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Without further ado, onto the Drabbles!
Three Quirky Quickies
Just the Two of Us
Georgia, the golden retriever, and Tucker, the tabby cat, were neighbors. Every day, Georgia would wag her tail furiously as Tucker lounged on the fence, pretending not to care.
One evening, Georgia brought her favorite squeaky toy to the fence. Tucker, intrigued, batted it with his paw, and it squeaked. He jumped a mile high, and Georgia howled with laughter.
“You’re impossible,” Tucker muttered, but his whiskers twitched in amusement.
The next day, Tucker brought Georgia a dead mouse as a “gift.”
Georgia barked. “Wanna be my catfriend?”
Tucker purred, "Only if you'll be my dogfriend."
Georgia licked Tucker's nose.
Looking Good
Grant was trudging down the street, clinging to his threadbare scarf, when he saw it: a crisp $100 bill fluttering on the sidewalk. He picked it up, grinning. “Finally, something goes my way!”
At the mall, he marched into a trendy store, buying jeans, a shirt, and a ridiculously overpriced scarf he didn’t need. At checkout, he handed over the bill, chest puffed with pride.
The cashier frowned. “Uh, sir… this is a movie prop.” Grant froze. “What?” She pointed to the fine print: For cinematic use only.
Grant sighed, wrapping the scarf tighter. “At least I look good broke.”
Just Another Diva
Captain Zara stared at the alien cactus in the ship’s cargo hold. It was glowing. And humming.
“Why is it humming?” she asked.
Engineer Mills scratched his head. “Is it communicating?”
The cactus suddenly sprouted tiny legs and began marching.
“Did that just—” Zara started, but the cactus interrupted with a loud beep. Then it spoke: “Take me to your gardener.”
Mills blinked. “You mean… our leader?”
“No. Gardener. I’m parched!”
The ship’s AI chimed in. “Recommending hydration protocols.”Zara sighed, searching for a watering can. “Great. We’ve been invaded by a diva cactus.” The cactus beamed. “Finally, respect.”
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