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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A wintry mix... of EEEEEEVIL

[jjfoley]

“Freeze!”

Dr. Frostenfrucht regarded the intruder coldly from atop his latest ominous contraption. With a flurry, Agent G cuffed his nemesis, then fixed an icy stare at the Goldbergian monstrosity before him. Liquid nitrogen, clearly… powered by oblong… snow crystals? Bombs?

“What’s your game, Frostenfrucht? Another citywide über-blizzard?”

The mastermind smiled frostily. “Strawberries. Freeze-dried. My new business.”

Chills went up G’s back. Freezeberry, Inc. wasn’t a front. Now he was breaking and entering, and liable for damages. A dastardly plan, indeed. His flakey partner burst through the window. Frostenfrucht’s grin widened.

“Agent H, too? Oh. Cool.” He cackled. How evil.

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Special bonus if you find all the wintry puns. The last two are my favorite.

Re: Late as Usual

[maverick_weirdo]

My hats off to you

I was thinking about combining 2, however without even checking I'm finding you included stalking yacht, giant killer robot with laser beam eyes, freeze-dried strawberries, thong, thermostat, & cons

Bravo

Grandma's

[maverick_weirdo]

Cleaning out her house took forever. Forty years in one place, and she never threw anything out. “Waste Naught, Want Naught” she used to say. The grandkids drew lots to see who would get which room. I got the kitchen. I tossed lots of expired food; a ten gallon tub of mayo, twenty-five cans of cat food, a case of Ensure, etc. After four trash bags full I got to the freezer, and there in the back of the freezer, three frozen dead cats.

It could've been worse; at least there weren’t any more of her freeze-dried strawberries in there.

More Than One Way to Skin a Cat

[laumulega]

He wandered into her house without knocking as usual and proceeded to prowl for snacks - as usual. It irked her to no end.

Disdainfully he picked up the freeze dried strawberries.

“This it?”

“You could try not eating,” she replied tartly. As if.

RIIIIP! He dropped the torn off corner and proceeded to inhale the bags contents, crumbs falling unnoticed to the floor.

As he tipped it back emptying the remaining bits into his mouth she did her best armpit fart. That always made him laugh.

He fell convulsing to the floor, choking to death on strawberry dust.

She smiled.

In The Walls

[viking_cat]

There’s nothing to eat in the crawlspaces, and I can’t leave and return; too many things could go wrong. I already ran enough risk when I drilled the spyholes. So I snack on beef jerky and souvenir “astronaut food” I found in a forgotten attic box, desiccated apples and strawberries I wash down with tepid water. I dream of the woman on the other side of the floor from me, showering and dressing and loving another man. She looks just like she does on TV.

She doesn’t know I’m here yet. She’ll be alone soon.

I hope she likes surprises.