Guess Jeans, Welcome Home, and I Do Not Lie!
Three 100-word drabbles.
Drabble random word for day 26 challenge: Guess, published by Fiction Shorts on medium.com
The challenge is to write a 100-word fiction story.
Can you guess whose jeans were Beans?
“Don’t buy me anything other than Guess,” hollered Beans as I was on my way out the door. I had some quick shopping to do and wasn’t interested in shopping for clothes at the store.
Why Guess? Is it the style? Doesn’t everyone want Levi’s, or no? Leave it to Bean to have a style all his own. Well, at least he isn’t wearing those skater pants anymore.
Come to think of it, I haven’t noticed him on his board in a while. Well, at least I will know what jeans are his and what does not belong to Kyle.
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Welcome Home
Drabble random word for day 25 challenge: Welcome, published by Fiction Shorts on medium.com
That is not my step anything! That is my brother and sister!
Welcome, please wipe your feet and have a chair. There are comfy ones over there. I wish to tell you a story. Long ago, there were two children and a mother. Down the block, there was a father and a son.
One day the children were out playing stick hockey in the alley. The boy down the block asked to join them. This turned into an everyday occurrence and the children adopted each other before their parents even met!
As things happened the parents were married. To this day they are all hockey fans and the youngest still plays hockey.
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I Do Not Lie!
Drabble random word for day 24 challenge: Lie, published by Fiction Shorts on medium.com
Well, a little lie sometimes doesn’t hurt anyone, right?
I remember the phrase, “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” I never saw anyone’s pants on fire! Did that mean no one was a liar? Then it happened one day, we were sitting around a fire, making smores. “I love smores.” Ciara said, “Hey, make me another one! I just love me smore!”
Suddenly, her pants were on fire! Was Ciara a liar? Did she not love a smore? As Teto slapped at her pants with his hat, she sat down and said, “Okay, enough smores for me!” The fire was out, and we all laughed! As Teto’s hat was flat!
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First published by Fiction Shorts on medium.com
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Comments (2)
Hahahahahahahaha the third story was hilarious! Loved all there stories!
Those are delightful, Denise. I remember when my children started asking for name brand jeans. I had no idea there were any clothes other than Sears & Roebuck's catalog. Then the prices! Those name brands were the beginning of a culture change in our country and if I may say, a sense of entitlement crept in. Your story about "steps" reminds me of when people like to say, half brother or half sister. Even though genetics say one thing, the heart says another.