100-word stories [+New 6/22]

Each story under a spoiler for separation purposes. Later stories linked to by title.

My Sister's Scarf

Spoiler

My sister had a scarf.

It was a nice scarf, hand-crocheted from soft poly-yarn, striated-blue. She got it as a sort-of-Christmas present last year from a family friend. So when she offered it to me the other wind-chilly day, I looked at her askance.

I’ve never cared for scarves.

She knew that. But she also knew I liked hats even less, and my beloved, hooded coat had finally fallen to pieces; patching patches only lasts so long.

So I took the scarf with casual thanks, went my way, defeated the wind.

~~~

My sister had a scarf.

I have it now.

Door Mouse

Spoiler

I open the passenger door, step inside, freeze in horror — fused to the door-frame, beady eyes glistening in its crushed head, is a field-mouse. So I, with eloquence befitting my major, point to the pancaked rodent and say, “Mouse.”

Dad looks over, then up. “Get a stick, and get it off.”

But there’s a parking-lot stick shortage, and the best I find is a bendy twig.

Dad looks amused.

“Hurry.”

I eventually twig the mouse free, get in, and plan to forget the whole ordeal...

But now every time I open a door, Dad asks if there’s a mouse.

Those Freaking Flaming Chipmunks

Hi Kyll,

I liked these. They were simple, but in a nice way. And due to them being rather short, there isn't much I can say about it. Like all 100-word stories, there's little development. They're mostly just pleasurable stories to read. Well, I found these pleasurable to read.

They weren't anything special, but there's little to make something special with something so short. I found these emanated sort of a melancholy feeling, maybe calm as well. Sweet.

Yeah, not much I can review.

Lavvi

I liked these short 100-word stories. They were cute and funny but at the same time felt kind of sad and... melancholy-ish? I'm not sure if that was on purpose, but either way they were very good. And though I'm only fourteen and you're twenty-one and way out of my writing-league, I still felt the need to comment ^.^ because they were very good

First let me say i really like 100 word stories better than 50 word stories. These were really nice, kinda quaint. I love how the sentences are mostly short, to the point and slightly humorous.
The first one about the scarf I could definitely feel the triumph of discovering something's usefulness and stealing it from a sibling (which may not be what happened, but that's kind of the general impression I get from "My sister had it, but now I do.").
The one about the mouse I think I like better. I can just picture some little girl opening the door and finding a grisly dead rodent, then basically expecting her dad to take care of it.
I feel kinda like the mouse's ghost is haunting her via her dad's teasing.
And the whole thing is really cute, in a daily-life-horror-scene kinda way.

I love them. They're beautiful.

my beloved, hooded coat had finally fallen to pieces; patching patches

I'd change the ; to a --.

I love the

My sister had a scarf.

I have it now.

At the end.
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At first I read that a moose, and was confused. I thought you meant a stuffed and mounted moose, and didn't understand how it would become crushed to the doorframe.
Then I realized my sleep deprivation has probably done a number on my deductive reasoning skills.

And I think that's just a bit mean of your dad. Not that you're a fragile female flower or anything (are you a girl?) but it seems to me like he should've gotten the mouse, instead of being so amused by your horror.
...........or I could just be assuming you're talking about you when you're not really. My teacher warned me of that last semester. (Is it about ou?)

Also, the "eloquence befitting my major" part amuses me.

Those Freaking Flaming Chipmunks

Chipmunks killed my car.

They’d made a nest in the engine and chewed up some crucial wiring, so when I went to start my car to bring it in for some maintenance, FWOOSH! Up went the nest, up went the engine, and up went the chipmunks.

Now, normally the mere idea of little mammals being set on fire would elicit a “MUST HELP POOR CREATURES!” reaction from me, but they killed my car, so I take grim satisfaction from their squeals of pain as they streak out of the engine.

It’s called karma, my little rodent friends, and it burns.