Drabble: Something Funny Walks This Way

Sherbet the burlesque clown ran for his life, chased by two blurry figures cackling in the night. There was little hope for escape, as his opaque makeup streamed down his face onto the pavement leaving a steady white trail behind him.

Suddenly the shadows become solid and gore down on his throat and wrists. One of them stops and furiously spits out Sherbet's hot blood. "Adrian, don't ingest its blood!" but it was too late for his friend. His nose blooms red and spherical, his hair frizzes bright orange whilst his feet rupture his leather shoes. He had become...a Were-Clown.

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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.

Drabble: Elf Checkout

‘Every little helps’, Taffy beams her elfish smile to her last customer, whilst she massages the back of her short aching legs. Her shift was almost over and the night was starting to creep in.

 A middle aged pot bellied man lurches up her lane with aged booze in tow and slams it down on the counter. The glass bottles quake and jingle as the man lets out a toxic belch. Taffy wrinkles her nose in utter disgust. "Well pardon me. Sorry for wantin' a bit of 'Elf Help," the man chuckles heartily. "Actually Sir, I'm a Munchkin.," Taffy growls. 

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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.

Drabble: Complicated Vehicle Love

“He just never listens to me anymore, why can’t men take simple directions? Even when I ask nicely, “Please turn left….in….500….yards. He never takes the hint and tells me to ‘Shut the BEEP up!’ Mercedes’ eyes glower hotly towards her man who struts away.

“You think you got problems?” growls Harley. “I’ve seen my man try on another woman right in front of me! She may be a younger model, but at least I’ve got class, reliability and experience…” Harley winks at Mercedes.

Mercedes sighs loudly,“Uh...Men! why do they like to drive us crazy?!”

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*Drabble: A short story that is exactly 100 words.