100 words: freeze-dried strawberries

[viking_cat]

I declare giant killer robots with laser-beam eyes to be an unmitigated success. This week, courtesy of Kit Yona (jydog1 ): freeze-dried strawberries. Write a 100 word short story involving freeze-dried strawberries and post it in the comments to this thread. Anyone can join; you can post anonymously, new writers are enthusiastically welcomed, and new

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Night of the Lupus

[jydog1]

A rabbit. It had been driving him nuts, but he finally realized what she looked like as she sat on the couch and ate her freeze-dried strawberries. Nibble nibble nibble, slowly wearing away at them, eyes glued to the television. Never popped one whole into her mouth and chewed. Of course a handful at once was out of the question.

Nibble nibble nibble. Her lips had taken on the color of blood, as had the tip of her tongue as it made a brief appearance. He forced himself to look away, unable to decide whether he was annoyed or aroused.

[hokulea]

I awoke to a soft crinkling noise. At first I wasn’t sure that I really heard it. But no, there it was again. Coming from across the room. Still half-awake, I groped for my glasses and looked toward the sound to find a marshmallow colored cat with his head inside a foil bag. I could hear the rustle of the bag, followed by a weirdly airy chewing sound. What could it be? Someone must have knocked a bag of treats off the book shelf. As I squinted, I realized that it was a bag of freeze-dried strawberries.

Cats are weird.

"Like Han Solo with Fruit," by Dorian Hart

[anonymous]

The room smelled funny - mostly of strawberries, but there was something else...

I should have been wary.

My arch-nemesis was somewhere in the Sara Lee production complex, and I had heard noises from inside this large and pristine steel chamber. There was a bank of labeled gauges and lights on the far wall, and realization dawned on me as I read “Liquid nitrogen outflow, “Sublimation temperature,” and “Partial vacuum initialized.”

The door slammed shut. A cascade of fresh strawberries fell from a ceiling vent. Only then did I read the label on the last light: “Freeze drying in progress.”

Crap.

Re: "Like Han Solo with Fruit," by Dorian Hart

[jjfoley]

Holy crap, Dorian! I wrote mine without reading any of these first, and now I see that we were similarly inspired. Nifty!

Freeze-dried strawberries

[faeriechilde22]

When I was a kid, I would dump the cereal box and sort through the cereal, pulling out all of the freeze-dried strawberries and leaving the boring corn flakes behind for my parents. I figured they wouldn't notice. It's sort of like now, when I eat the whole tortilla chips, leaving the broken ones for my friends. Sometimes I wonder if they notice, but are too polite to say anything. Sometimes, I think they do notice, and are actually doing equally selfish things to me behind my back. Or maybe they are plotting my demise by giant killer robot attack.

Seonaid

[anonymous]

The sky was a featureless blue expanse. Frank chucked another of the freeze-dried strawberries into the air, waiting for it to fall on his face. When it didn’t, he shrugged. When the next failed to return, he sat up. No one was there. He stood and wiped his hands on his legs. The wrapper crinkled and he started at the sound. His arm hair stood straight up. He dropped the foil and watched as it sank and then floated upward. He lifted one arm and looked under it. The hairs were flattened against his skin.

He smiled as he jumped.