103-word post, or “Frickert’s Last Day at The Nursing Home”

“Dis mah favourite toofbrush,” said Frickert. “And he touched it with his fingertips. Nurse Slonchant sighed, hands on hips, frowning at him. “Frickert,” she said. “You’re wasting time.” “Dis mah favourite soap chip,” said Frickert. And he touched it to his forehead. Nurse Slonchant frowned harder. “Frickert,” she said. “The Necromancer Police are waiting to … Read more

102-word post, or “Pirouette Cabanàsucre”

“BONJOUR!” said Pirouette Cabanàsucre. “What am I watching?” thought Bromdar, spending a sick-day channel surfing on the couch. Onscreen, some kids were brushing their teeth enthusiastically as Pirouette Cabanàsucre – a weird creature that was part duck, part gourd via Lady Gaga – repeatedly chanted: “Maintenant, brossez les dents!” One needs to buy research chemicals … Read more

101-word post, or “Karl”

“Look, this is a new day,” Karl reminded himself, out loud, in the mirror. “Fresh start. Everyone’s already forgotten yesterday.” In fact, no one had forgotten yesterday, when Karl – who really just wanted to be liked – had declared “Yodel or Yoghurt Day” at work. He’d gone office to office, asking co-workers to yodel, … Read more