100 Words - Emergency Room

 

The old woman with the curly hair who belched smoke with every cough was the least-liked person in the waiting room. She wasn’t smoking, yet with every cough came another cloud of smoke. The young boy with cut on his arm suggested she might be a dragon.

After the wheelchair guy took the dragon away things got boring. None of the other patients seemed to have magical powers at all. The boy’s mother fell asleep, so he took the opportunity to show everyone his giant cut. He told everyone that his mother was juggling knives and slipped. Nobody believed him.

Breathe

Say it or lose it

100 Words - Tears Of Science

 Margo sat in the principal’s office crying. It wasn’t the first time. Mr. Pikins asked her what her brilliant mind found so disturbing about math class today. “Infinity.” She sobbed. “It’s so big, and non enumerable!”

Mr. Pikins envied once again the principles at regular schools, where kids weren’t too smart for their own good. Working with gifted kids was not a reward. It was a punishment. He rubbed the school board the wrong way one time too many.

Mr. Pikins asked Margo if she wanted a shot of tequila. Fortunately she laughed. A risky joke, but often quite effective.

100 Words - No Whistle

 I can’t whistle. I can’t snap my fingers. Both due to slight physical abnormalities. Missing these skills always made me feel less than human. Like a third class passenger on the DNA train.

I eventually came to accept my physical short-comings, but the world was not so forgiving. Everyone who found out made it their goal in life to correct my defects. They would not believe that my oily skin, or my misshapen jaw were the causes. Obviously, I just wasn’t trying hard enough. Lost me a lot of friends.

I also can’t juggle, but that’s just a coordination thing.