Drabble - Laser Cereal

Dr. Fu had the best evil plan yet. He would dominate the world by enslaving children’s minds, using cereal. Sugar is the evil genius’ best tool. The snap-crackle-pop noise would force the children to listen to his subliminal orders. He had created self-destructive laser devices which had been broken down into ‘prize’ parts, which the children would slowly build it in their own homes.

It would have worked too, if it hadn’t been for his Cereal Company’s policy of testing on animals. Dogs and cats discovered they could use it for world domination. The canine and feline war had begun.

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

Drabble - Jazz Chicken

Flynn was going to kick the cluck for the last time. He had finished with being just a ‘chicken’. Clucking wasn’t enough for him, nor just belting it out each morning.

 He had heard jazz from the farmer’s radio, and it was calling him. Not just from ba-da-boom of the drums, the zazz of the trumpet, the silky underbelly of the bass and twinkling peal of the piano.

That’s why the next morning he let his trumpet rip into the air. He was no chicken, he was... jazz chicken.

Well, he was… till the farmer shot, cooked and ate him.

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

Drabble - For Damaged Hair

I've really taken to writing short 100 worded stories called 'drabbles'. They were initiated by a website called 'Drabblecast' which run a podcast of science-fiction / fantasy stories, and I absolutely adore them. Go check them out when you have a moment.


http://web.me.com/normsherman/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html

Anyway.... this is my third drabble which I've posted on their site. I think it's a touch better than my last one which I'll post at a later point.

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For Damaged Hair

‘X shampoo: 5 times less split ends, intensive repair, with micro moisture serum and fibre actives. Reconstructs hair from inside damaged hair.’

I roll the bottle in my hand and dial their helpline. An Irish man’s voice responds with a, “…hello this is the X company, how may I help you?”

“I was wondering if you’ve had any complaints for your latest shampoo,” my scaly hair coils round my neck in response to the question.

“No. We’ve had no complaints. Do you wish to forward one, madam?”

 “Bloody yes, your product turns hair to snakes!” I hiss into the phone.