Drabbles I through III
The missing drabbles (short, short stories exactly 100 words) inspired by my infatuation with the writing service Prompts & Happenstance.
As you all know, I started from rubbish. I was nothing and nobody all at once. I was not merely unseen but invisible. In my ascension to greatness, I never imagined that my name would be words that fall out of the stars and spell out constellations.
No.
I never thought the gods would show me their home and offer me to assume their mantle. A mortal is not a goddess, but now, my name is uttered in songs of praise. They erect temples in my honor. They offer me sacrifices. Never, in all my rising to, could I imagine.
The taste of giggles, as any child knows, is a multi-faceted explosion of flavors. While giggles have been laboratory-studied and academic, peer-reviewed journals have been consulted, the answer is always a variant.
Some swear they taste like cream soda from a glass bottle. Others claim they taste of cotton candy and other spun sugars. They are multicolored and dazzle like sequins or glitter. But their taste is unexpected, a burst of flavors.
The way your taste buds radiate when the initial flavor of giggles is laid upon your tongue. The science cannot quantify it, but it is a scrumptious delight.
Her mother watched, mouth pursed in disapproval. Like a figurine in a music box, the girl twirled in her tower of glass. Everything was fragile yet when she spun, she felt like a fractal.
She crashed, and immediately, the reality of her world shattered through her imagination. She was not a ballerina.
Her mother scoffed.
She did not speak, yet the girl felt her derision. It was palpable. Almost a presence in the room with the two.
All the girl had ever wanted was to please her. But her mother smirked. “Bottomless grace and all this dumb thinking,” she remarked.
Isabelle Palerma 