Quirky Quickies Issue #8
Bite-Sized Comedy
About the Newsletter
Welcome to the eighth 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
Scalawag’s Proudest Moment
When Sandra baked a chocolate cake for her book club, she didn’t anticipate her cat, Scalawag, would stage a heist.
She should’ve known better. He wasn’t called that because she liked the sound.
He catapulted himself onto the table, landing paws-first into the gooey frosting. Horrified, Sandra watched as he trotted off, leaving chocolate paw prints all over the white carpet.
In a panic, she tried to salvage the cake, but the doorbell rang.
The book club had arrived.
Sandra greeted them with a sheepish grin and a package of Oreos. “Scalawag,” she stated simply. “But these are paws-itively delicious!”
Just a ‘90s Squirrel
Sammy was like other squirrels.
He searched for food, frolicked up and down trees, dodged pesky humans, dogs, and vehicles, and built his “Fortress of Solitude.”
And this is where he was different.
He had a thing for American culture. He loved Trolls, Slap Bracelets, Beanie Babies, and Pogs. In short, he loved the ‘90s.
His prized possessions were a Discman, a large supply of AA batteries, and a few CDs.
One sunny day, he added some twigs to his nest, feeling the love. He shook his tail to his favorite song, “I like big nuts and I cannot lie…”
Victory is Mine!
I was neck-in-neck with the leader.
The high school track team meant everything to me.
This was my final run.
Now, it was my final turn.
My final stretch.
I put every last bit of energy into my legs. They felt like they would fly right off my body. I zipped by the leader and crossed the finish line.
I slowed down and bent my head. Then, I started doing my victory dance, shaking my booty for the audience. I picked my head up and screamed, “Victory is mine!”
Silence.
My heart stopped. Crap. There was another lap to go.
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Great cat story for anyone who has lived (and enjoyed living) with a cat. and certainly should make them smile at the end of the day.