Eat You Up

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“You’re so cute, I could just eat you up,” said Ben to Vicki. “So I will.”
Then he beat her skull in with a hammer.
Not even a scream. One minute, she was staring up at him, and then next she was a bloody heap on the floor.
Ben made the rookie mistake of freezing her before cutting her up. Everybody knows that you should cut up your meat fresh and then freeze it.
Okay, maybe not everybody, but Ben should have done his homework before bashing in Vicki’s brains.
In the end, she was only good for soup stock.

Abstract Art

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Jackson discovered, quite by accident, that if he ate nothing but spinach for a day, his poop would be green the next day.
Experimentation showed that a diet of beets resulted in dark red excrement.
Rice with plenty of turmeric ended up as yellow feces.
Carrots – lots of ’em – generated loaves with an orange cast.
He was ready.
He ate the biggest meal of his life, one food at a time, sequentially. Then he took a handful of Doxidans and stood naked over the huge blank canvas, waiting patiently.
In just a moment, thought Jackson Poolock, Art Happens.

Moonlight

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Russell Burt writes and performs in the Come Let Me Whisper podcast, and he’s written a book from his tales.
Here’s the other story he submitted to the last Weekly Challenge.
If y’all write multiple stories for a Weekly Challenge and hate to see them wasted, feel free to send them in for mid-week posting.

The Salesman

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He was the best salesman north of the Arctic Circle, they said, and they were right. Yukon Will was his name, and he could sell anything to anybody.
When Seward bought Alaska from Russia, it was his great-grandpa that closed the deal. Will inherited the family talent.
He made a comfortable living for years, selling refrigeration equipment to the Inuit. Yep: iceboxes to Eskimos. But they loved him for it.
When he died, they carved his image on the base of a wooden pillar. “Who’s that?” people ask, and I answer:
That’s Willy – Lo Man on the totem pole.

Waking up

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Ned was laying on the couch when he woke up.
His roommate John was staring at him.
“What?” said Ned.
“You just appeared out of thin air, man,” said John. “Once second nothing’s there, and then all of the sudden- you appear.”
“Oh,” said Ned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t explain. I always wake up on the couch.”
“No matter where you fall asleep?” asked John
“Yup,” said Ned. “I know why, but it’s hard to explain.”
“Wicked,” said John. “Ever thought about using that to rob a bank?”
“No,” said Ned. “But it did get me out of jail once.”

Weekly Challenge #19 – Moonlight

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Welcome to the nineteenth Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was selected by last week’s winner Planet Z: moonlight.
An astounding fourteen stories stories were submitted this week.
Three rookies joined in – looking forward to more stories from y’all.
And, as always, the usual story by Planet Z.
Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorite:

Who sent in the best story this week?
Caleb from Black Tie Martini Club
El Capitan from Baboon Pirates
Lorna
Russel from Come Let Me Whisper
Lisa from Lemons And Lollipops
Andrew of Dodgeblogium
Elisson from blog d’Elisson
Laieanna
Caroline
Tom from Footnote Podcast
Stephen
Kolek from The Kolektive
Cynthia
Houston Keys
Planet Z
  
Free polls from Pollhost.com


Thanks to everyone for sending in their stories, and I look forward to what you’ve got to write (and say) next week.
The theme for next week’s Weekly Challenge will be posted shortly.

Invasion – Part 5

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

Murray quickly got down to business. He entered the Biotank with his brother and tore open the envelope. “Looks like they found an ancient tomb” Murray told his brother, breaking regulations, “They want me over”.
“Is the resistance so hungry they’ll go corpse hunting?” Jim joked.
“Heh, probably something…” Murray stopped in mid-sentence when he remembered the intel he recovered.
“What?” Jim asked.
“I think this might have something to do with information I stole from the aliens…”
He reread the packet and sure enough, the picture matched the description he recovered of the Artifact’s resting place. They found it !

Invasion – Part 4

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

Murray resigned himself to a quick and violent death when he spotted the Biotank heading his way. There was no cover here against the tank’s railguns.
So he was surprised when he saw blue stripes on it’s sides; it was human occupied! The tank’s rear hatch opened and his brother, Jim Murray, climbed out.
“They sent me over,” Jim said, “without telling me anything”.
“Need to know.” Murray commented, as Jim handed him a packet.
“Why do they always trust you?” Jim complained, rolling his eyes.
“You’re not authorized to know,” Murray said with a grin, and they laughed.

Invasion – Part 3

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

“Shoulda put that damn phone on vibrate” Murray thought when his phone loudly shrieked. The aliens began firing their weapons and he ducked. He then detonated the pack bomb. It didn’t hurt them, but it did stun them momentarily.
He took the opportunity to flee and take the call. “I’m in some deep kim-chee here, what is it?”
“We found a… thing at LH-5.” His caller said. Murray shut the phone and continued running. He wondered what the “thing” was.
Now, however, he had other things to worry about. He saw a Bio-tank lumber down the street towards him.

One Blow

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The Angel Gabriel sat on the curb and wept at the destruction and misery he’d witnessed over the centuries.
“It’s all my fault,” he moaned. “If I hadn’t lost my trumpet, I’d have ended this a long time ago.”
He’d backtraced his steps many times, but they all led back to a pub where he’d drunkenly pawned his horn for a bottle of whiskey.
The curb he sat on was in front of the skyscraper built where the pub used to be.
Sighing, Gabriel pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose.
The skyscraper wobbled, and Reality began to fade.