Tag: drabble
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Four Out of Five | One-Hundred-Word Story
The wrench slips on a rusty bolt, busting his knuckles into the engine block. He looks at his bleeding hand, wraps a shop rag around it, and keeps working. There’s no tool throwing tantrum. Not today; it’s a labor of love. This was his late father’s car, and the fan belt is the finishing touch.…
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A Mother’s Love | One-Hundred-Word Story
A herd of cattle grazes contently just across the fence from a hamburger joint. As greasy smoke rises from the roof, the aroma of cooking beef wafts toward the pasture. A calf says to his mother, “My friend told me people eat cows in there.” “Don’t believe everything you hear,” she replies. “They only take…
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No Coffee Required | One-Hundred-Word Story
It’s early June, just after daylight on a smooth as glass lake in upstate New York. Stepping out on the porch of my rental cabin, I hear a commotion down at the pier. “Ahhhh!” a man’s voice bounces off the crystal-clear water. I stand up to see him climbing out of the sixty-degree lake. He…
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The Hens Get Even | One-Hundred-Word Story
Despite the egg pecking incident, Sam doesn’t realize just how upset the chickens are by the loss of their friends, Heather and Marietta. Still, he knows something’s off, so he placates his feathered “friends” with dried mealworms. They stop their sabotage. One early morning, Sam gathers the eggs. Carrying the full basket out of the…
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The Hens Aren’t Laughing | One-Hundred-Word Story
As Sam slow smokes some chickens he took from his flock, a cackle of the remaining free-range birds struts up. Looking out the window, his wife giggles at the irony. A photo of the scene, with the hens holding signs in their beaks that say, “Eat more beef,” quickly goes viral. Humans may like the…
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Due Date | One-Hundred-Word Story
It’s late Spring in Yuma, Arizona, and Lina plants a small date palm tree. Back home in Morocco, her grandfather planted one like this, a Medjool, the year she was born. Lina, which means “young palm tree,” hopes to one day have a child of her own, perhaps by the time this new tree bears…
