A drabble is a very short story told in exactly one hundred words, no more, no less. You can add up to fifteen words for the title.
Here’s mine:
The Day Kid Czarcasm Became a Toon
“If you keep watching so many cartoons you just might turn into one.”
Kid Czarcasm remembered when his dad uttered those words to him a few months ago. And now the Kid found himself inside one of his favorite anime cartoon television series.
“I’m a Toon,” he thought. “This is incredible!”
“Where is that boy?” thought Czarcasm. “He has chores to do.”
The Kid’s parents searched high and low, not realizing their son was trapped inside a cartoon.
“You’re new here,” said one of the anime Toons. “Are you a regular or just here for one episode?”
That’s the nature of drabbles. If you do a Google search, you may find other examples of drabbles. There is only so much you can tell in one hundred words.
“Students, please take your seats. I’m about to take roll call,” said the teacher.
The boys and girls quickly sat in their seats.
“James.”
“Here.”
“Grace.”
“Here.”
“Evan.”
“Here.”
This went on and each student replied until the teacher reached one particular student’s name.
“Kid Czarcasm.”
There was no response. The teacher and the students looked at the seat that normally would be occupied by a fourteen year old boy who did fairly well in class and was well-liked by his classmates.
It was empty.
How could they know that Kid Czarcasm was currently a Toon in an anime series?
Sassie sat in the backyard and listened to the screams inside the house. Then she heard the Kid’s father shouting during what seemed to be a one-sided conversation.
He must be on the telephone, thought Sassie.
“How do I get back home?” asked Kid Czarcasm.
“How did you get here in the first place?” answered his fellow anime Toon. “If you know that, then just turn around and go back the same way.”
“But I don’t know how I got here in the first place,” said Kid Czarcasm.
His Toon companion looked sad. “Then I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
“See? It’s not so bad being a Toon. Oh, look. You have admirers.”
Kid Czarcasm looked to where his Toon companion was pointing. A group of cute Toon girls were smiling back at him. Pink hearts floated above the girls.
“Looks like they were impressed with the way you captured the bad guys.”
A tall young male Toon dressed in red and blue suddenly got in the Kid’s face.
“Go find your own cartoon series. This one’s mine.”
“You’re just jealous because the girl of your dreams likes Kid Czarcasm instead of you,” said the Kid’s companion.
’Toon chimed in sullenly.
"Sure, you’ve been magically transported via the Flux Capacitor into your favorite Anime series. Sure you’re not a real life Kid Czarcasm, but instead are the wildly immortal and splendiferous Kid Czarcasm famed in song, story and comeek book. "
And with that, 'Toon whirled on the heels of his sprung dirty black boots that had trod the lonliest lanes and filthiest alleyways of the teeming metropolii of the Earth. His cover was blown, he now had both Preceptors and Infidels on his scent. Short was his time in this Continuum and he knew he could die happy.
