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This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
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Never say you have the answer. You don’t know enough about the topic. You have no life experience, nor do you have skills to research the topic. You are a bloated gas bag, and you don’t have the sense to keep your mouth shut. Stop prothletising. Stop being a pedant and a poophead.
No one cares what you say, as you have already demonstrated many, many times that you are intellectually average, and you do not have the respect that you think you have.
Can you find a place in your heart to raise my grade to an A, please?
Never say you will be happy to donate to the church. They will hound you for your lifetime. If you move, they will find the church nearest you, and dispatch cadres of missionaries, door-knockers, pamphleteers and personal visits by elders or the pastor hisself (sic).
I moved from California to avoid a congregation. They sent people to my workplace, the gym, the massage parlor, and my grocery store. They would catch me buying produce and engage me in ways that were terrifying.
One day, I was shocked to have the Deacon’s wife lay hands on my backside at the spa.
Goonies never say die.
And I can never say accurately that I can visit the Goonies house next time I go to Astoria.
Last time I went there were signs, neighbors telling visitors where not to park, and at the house itself some info, and some tape to not cross, because people live their.
And a donation box, because, why not?
But now public access has been revoked due to people crossing the line, going on porch, peering in windows, not respecting the owners.
Hey you guys, you ruined it for everyone! Great job. No Big Willie’s treasure for you!
There are some things you should never say to a woman, even if you’re only being helpful:
‘Your bum looks big in that’; ‘That really isn’t your colour’; ‘Your hair is a mess’ – it really is asking for trouble, maybe even a slap across the face.
However, if you hold your tongue and fail to mention she’s not looking her best, you’ll be in the doghouse for keeping silent.
Either way, you’re not going to win.
This is something I’ve learned the hard way.
Something else I’ve learned you should never say to a woman…
‘Will you marry me?’
The countdown started. 10, 9, 8… She closed her eyes and tried to come up with ways to stop it. 7, 6, 5… The place was deserted. She didn’t know what to do. 4, 3, 2… It was all over. ONE. Perhaps not. It’s not over till the fat lady sings, they say. ZERO. And nothing happened. She opened her eyes and remained sitting. What an anti-climatic moment… The director of the play clapped. She… she just stared at the small candle on the floor. It flickered. Never say I just love this theater company, can I join you guys?
Saints do not move
You never say I love you. Yes, I do all the time. No you don’t, not the words. But I show you in every way possible isn’t that enough? Why can’t you just say the words? It’s because every person who has ever said it to me has lied when they said it. My mother yes, my father most certainly. All the fancies of my youth. That is them, it is not me. He turned and mouthed the words, in a breathless silence. So she to, to him in return. Never spoken were they again, yet daily in breathless silence
Never say, “let’s go and check out the old haunted house” – it’s simply asking for trouble.
Never go to investigate the strange sound in the middle of the night.
Never leave the safety of the house to peer into the darkness, whilst calling “is somebody out there?”
And, when the lights go out, never back away, with the unknown behind you.
And please, don’t ever go down into the cellar.
Most of all, never, ever check a body to see if it really is dead…
Oh, alright then, maybe just this once.
Just come a little closer…
by Jeffrey Fischer
They say that one of the cardinal mistakes a husband can make is to buy a home appliance for his wife for a birthday or anniversary. Good advice, really, right behind not answering the question “Do these pants make my butt look big?”
On the other hand, what can a guy do some times? The washing machine that came with the house broke down in late June one year. We bought a new one on what turned out to be our wedding anniversary. When *that* machine failed, years later, once again it happened the day before our anniversary. “Ha ha,” I said, “Now we have *two* anniversaries to celebrate.” Ignoring the glare from my wife, I called the appliance store to order the machine’s replacement. “This one is a deluxe model. Never say I don’t get you nice presents.”
Fortunately, the house has a spare bedroom, as I’m too long for the couch.
And You Shall Never Say…
Never say I did not love you. Never say that.
Never say I did not give you all that you asked, no matter how much or how too much it might be. Never even consider saying that.
Never say we did not grow close, as close as a vine climbing is to a wall, and never even imagine saying that you did not cling to me as such a vine does, sending in tendrils to suck my mortar to dust.
Never say my stones do not protect you, below, on all four sides, above, from light and dark and air.
The next morning Roderick surveyed the students as he climbed the steps into the bus and made a beeline for the empty seat next to Billbert.
“If you’re smart, you’ll never say anything about what happened yesterday,” the bully said as he sat and jammed an elbow into Billbert’s ribs.
“I wouldn’t think of it.” Billbert tried to move away from the other boy.
Roderick squinted at him. “How come that bag worked for you but it didn’t for me?”
“I have my theories, and I’d share them with you, but I just promised to never speak about it again.”
When I was little, I was told never to say fuck.
Or shit. Or damn.
So, I said those words a lot. Especially at dinnertime.
“What the fuck is this damn shit?” I’d say, holding up my plate.
“Go to your room!” my mother would shout.
I spent a lot of nights without dinner.
I learned to eat big breakfasts and lunches.
And eat as much of my dinner as I could stand before mouthing off.
When I grew up, I still used swear words.
But I also hired a cook, so I wouldn’t need to use them as much.