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Short Shorts by: Christine Schnell

A Drabble is a short flash fiction that is exactly 100 words. Some of these are drabbles or as close there to as I could get.
Curiosity
Exception Drabble
Flames of Love
Green
Ideal Home


Curiosity
By Christine Schnell

She sat, and stared at the glistening metal box as if it were the only thing in the world. What harm would it do? Pandora did it and the world changed, but would this be so bad? She scrunched her nose at it with trepidation. She couldn't imagine what such a pretty thing was doing there. She tentatively touched the button without knowledge of what the future holds. Up popped the Jack bouncing merrily, oblivious to her little fingers snapping back or her face taking on an expression similar to his. The little girl giggled and wiggled with glee then pushed the Jack back down with hope filling her eyes.

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Exception Drabble
By Christine Schnell

I stared at it unbelieving. The light from it blinded me in the dark room. I wanted to put my fist through it but knew the glass and then the hard plastic behind it would hurt. I didn't even consider whatever composed of its innards; probably many sharp, green boards with little round, colorful ceramics and maybe a tube or two. Its square face stared back mockingly at me, its buttons useless. The pale, off white border did nothing to soothe me. There is a soft, piercing, high pitched sound that it seems only I can hear coming from it. Maybe it was the fried ion smell coming from it that turned my nose up or it was just the disgust of seeing white on a field of blue. The evil words: "A fatal exception 0E has occurred" refused to clear itself.

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Flames of Love
By Christine Schnell

The plains rolled with blueish grass for miles. Balock and Simi sat enjoying their small picnic lunch. It wasn't often that they got away from the hustle and rush of the pack. The light smell of sulfur in the air aroused Simi. Half the size of his mate he had to look up to her as she tore a chunk of meat off the small bird the brought along. She offered it to him and he took it from her mouth grateful. He thought her very beautiful with her soft yellow fur and round black eyes. He nudged her chin and licked the juices from around her mouth. She purred affectionately. He took it as a good sign and he rubbed his shoulder against hers and circled her stubby legs. Out here away from society he grew bold and let go the heat of his passion out in the open. Static electricity popped off their fur that now stood on end as they mingled. Suddenly a pop set off a chain reaction and they caught fire. The grass around them, dry from the lack of summer rain, went up like an erupting volcano. In the middle of the flames a little creature romped with its mate. Dark orange flames danced on the end of the fur on their little heads only their beady eyes and cute button noses showed through. They played and mated happily, completely ignorant of the destruction they caused.

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Green
By Christine Schnell

Wind drove the emerald leaves into a frenzy. Each of them hiding a dark secret. They spoke to each other of the coming days when their lovely multiple shades of green would be fading. They mumbled and complained of losing their luster. Their shining brilliance would fade and the reds, oranges and then brown, which signals death, would over take them.

An olive lizard pranced along tickling them. For just a moment, their troubles forgotten, the glow of jade returned to their faces. The elders scolded the youngsters as they knew as time passed all must fall to the grass.

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Ideal Home
By Christine Schnell

The little home sat under the hill hidden amongst the trees. There no birds sang, no animals frolicked, and only a tiny mouse nibbled on some grass on top the house. A small puff of smoke fluffed out of a hole that served as a chimney. Inside, a tiny fire kept only one corner warm as well as a small stew. It was dim but homey inside. Only one room composed of the whole house. Here bed, chairs, table, shelves filled with books, and an old couple shared the same space. All the furniture was wood made and crafted in the finest styles. Flowers dotted the room as she loved to surround herself in beauty. He kept the place from falling apart, a fix-it man. They lived happily alone in their own little world. The house reflected them, their happiness, their peace, their wish to only be together with each other, and their love.

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please send me any comments you might have, good or bad. Copyrighted 2009 by Christine Schnell. Go ahead and share it with others just keep my name with it.
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