Weekly Challenge #828: TAKE TWO Feeble, Uncompromising, Flowering, Are we there yet?, Late, I’ll be there

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RICHARD

Late

I’ve just come out from an all-company meeting with the new boss, where he laid down the ground rules he expects everyone to follow.

In particular, he was keen to stress his uncompromising stance on punctuality. “I expect you to be on time: I don’t tolerate anything less. If you’re a minute late, you may as well not turn up at all!”

That went down like a lead balloon!

Shows how little he knows us though… This lot will follow his rules to the letter. And, they’re always late.

Let’s see how he feels after a week without staff!

LIZZIE

The books on the shelf stared at him sternly.
Feeble. Uncompromising. Late.
The titles suggested a series of events that could easily be totally uninteresting or a complete disaster. Being such a positive person, he thought they were a sign that something dreadful was about to happen.
When a car exploded outside (certainly because of some lunatic defending lunatic ideas), he grabbed the three books and ran, hoping to save himself. He was about to burn them when they arrested him. “Subversive, subversive” they shouted.
While they dragged him away, he pondered about the different meanings of the word “late”.

SERENDIPIDY

“Are we there yet?”

You whimper, terrified eyes darting around the room, body twisting and straining against your bonds.

“No”, I continue, slowly and deliberately sharpening my knife, “we’ve still a long way to go.”

I must say, you impressed me greatly; I don’t think anyone has lasted as long as you, and – believe me – I was giving it my all.

And so were you.

However, all good things must come to an end.

And eventually, bruised, bloodied and broken, you too, come to an end.

As you draw your final, feeble breath, I lean close and whisper…

“We’ve arrived.”

TOM

What Could Go Possibly Wrong 028

Despite be bound from behind, the man at Parker’s feet executed a move that put him in an Uncompromising position. It would have turned the advantage to the capture, but a second roll of the earth dumped Molly on top of him in yet another Uncompromising position. Feeble he called out to the Captain who promptly yell “Give it up john. Will sort this out later, after we sort out the Leviathan. “What?” queried Ford. The ground broke and a larger eye bore down on the tiny company. “No one take a step,” calmly said Cervantes reaching into a vest pocket.

NORVAL JOE

Billbert scratched his head. “When you say, become a couple, are you saying we need to be a boyfriend girlfriend type couple?”
The old witch smiled at Sabrina and then turned her eyes back on Billbert. “It’s clear you already have a flowering teenage romance. We’re just encouraging that to grow a little more rapidly.”
A feeble old man tottered up to the witch. “It’s getting late, Gracilda. We should let these kids get home.”
Gracilda nodded to the man, but spoke to Billbert. “You have matching rings now, so you’re a couple, officially. But, a little romance won’t hurt.”

PLANET Z

I usually start my day with a banana and peanut butter.
Getting the peanut butter on the banana is the hard part.
I used to peel it then slice it, but it would break apart easily.
That’s when I’d cut off the end and slice it in the peel, then peel it.
It broke apart less easily and often.
Then I put on the peanut butter, stick the two halves together, and there’s breakfast.
Even if it does break apart, well, more pieces, right?
And the peanut butter still glues it together for the minute or so it needs that.

Top of the world to you

So, we all know where North is.
And where South is.
East, you can always keep going East.
Same with West.
But where is the top of the world?
Because there is no actual top and bottom of the world.
Or is that true?
It isn’t, okay?
Anywhere you sit when you’re feeling great, really.
Everyone who sits while feeling great is sitting on top of the world.
Except for Don.
He’s not a happy guy.
He’s always sitting on the bottom of the world.
We don’t like Don very much.
So, we tell him to stand up and leave.

Parallel Development

I am a computer programmer.
I develop applications for companies.
But they have privacy policies with their customers, so I cannot see their raw data.
So, I developed a parallel universe.
I pull the data from that parallel universe.
Because the data is identical to the data in our universe, I have all the conditions necessary to test it.
Then, I delete the data and hand over my application.
And I hand it to the company in the parallel universe.
Sure, I get paid twice for the same work, but, sadly, I also have to pay taxes in both universes.

Ken Nordine is dead

I saw Ken Nordine in a documentary of Tom Waits.
I looked him up… and… he’s dead?
Did I know that before?
One of the down downer downsides of having memory issues.
You forget that cool people died.
And, man, Ken Nordine was cool.
The Word Jazz guy, very cool.
But I guess, in a way, it’s a good thing, not knowing. Not remembering.
Because in spite of his having died, he’s been alive to me all this time.
And, just like my having forgotten he had died before, I will forget again.
Alive, until, again, I learn he’s not.

Forgetting Spares

The good thing about having a laptop is that you can take it with you and work from anywhere.
Of course, you need cords for it.
Power cord. Network cable.
An external keyboard or trackpad.
Spare batteries for all these things.
So, it’s inevitable that you forget something important when you pack up.
Or forget something important when you’re finished there and pack up to go home.
This is why I always have spares of everything.
Except that I pack the spares.
And, of course, forget them.
Oh well. I just need spares of the spares.
And not pack them.

Favorite Favorites

Freddy always went to his favorite restaurants.
But when a favorite restaurant would close down, he’d go another of it’s kind, but he never liked the new place.
The problem was, he’d always order “The Special” or “The Combination Platter” or some generic label for a dish.
Which he liked at his favorite restaurants.
But if his favorite Italian restaurant closed and he ordered it at a new Italian restaurant, The “Special” was something else.
Like spinach linguine instead of a sausage calzone.
When he was down to one favorite restaurant, he bought it.
“Don’t change a thing,” he said.

Ego Friendly

I’ve always wanted an electric car. Eco-friendly.
But we don’t have an outlet at home near where I’d park it.
There’s charging ports at work, though.
But what if I change jobs to a place without them?
So, I went with a plug-in hybrid.
It has enough electric range to get from home to work and back.
And a enough left over for a few errands on the weekend.
And then, the pandemic hit.
I work from home now.
And I’ve only filled up once i five months.
In light of the situation, I’d say that’s eco-friendly enough for me.

Weekly Challenge #827 – CLICHE

Sleeps

RUCHARD

100 Words

I’ve never really worked out how to be a success as a writer, because it seems to me there are two options to choose from.

You either avoid the obvious, clichéd tropes, attempt something new and ground-breaking and hope there are people out there, bored of the same old themes and stories, who’ll give you a shot.

Alternatively, you can play it safe: Every story a cliché, every ending a happy one, sticking with the tried and tested formulae, in the hope that there’s still space on the market for you.

Or you could, just write wistful, hundred-word stories!

LIZZIE

“A perfect storm,” he said.
I replied “what comes around goes around”.
He nodded. “If walls could talk…”
“Yup, but sometimes ignorance is bliss.”
He nodded again.
There was a moment of silence while we looked at the sea.
“We must think outside the box.”
I replied, “but we must be careful not to open a can of worms.”
“True. Oh, well. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s dead as a doornail.”
I smiled. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“And we did wait a long time,” he said.
“We did. My finger was freezing,” I replied, holding the gun.

TURA

Cliché
———
The Archeologist read out his translation of a clay tablet that the Explorer had retrieved from the ruins of an ancient palace.

“It’s a proclamation from the Emperor’s First Minister, about the invasion that within a few years would destroy the empire. It says, ‘To all that it may concern. The Emperor is taking all appropriate measures to deal with the current situation, and anticipates a favourable resolution of the matter in the near future.’”

“Is that all?” said the Explorer disgustedly.

“He was a politician,” replied the Archaeologist. “In five thousand years, did they ever not speak in clichés?”

SERENDIPIDY

Just because I’m not a cliché doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be afraid.

Because, if you think about it, to be a trendy, teenage vampire, with lots of friends, a sense of fun and pretty mean baseball skills is far better cover than lurking in the shadows, sleeping in coffins and displaying an unhealthy interest in all things gothic.

Let’s face it, that sort of behaviour just screams, ‘vampire’, and is going to invite all sorts of unwanted attention and the distinct possibility of waking up to find someone looming over you with a wooden stake.

So, be afraid…

Very afraid!

TOM

What Could GO Possibly Wrong 027

“What goes around comes around,” quipped Parker. “Not that witty, mate,” fired the Captain,” perhaps one less cliché is in order.” “Is that some sort of French chocolate?” ask Molly coated in power. “Round my dear, not ground.” stated Arnesto. Well as gods of time and space would have, it the ground did move (forgive yet another cliché ) “Something has gone to ground, “ said Ford. It was still a moment, then all hell broke loose. No one keep their footing. “Oh no not again,” droned the Captain. “Not if I can’t help it,” said a voice below Parker’s feet.

NORVAL JOE

The old woman ushered them to a corner while the rest of the young people enjoyed Sabrina’s caramel corn and other goodies.
Billbert folded his arms defiantly. “I didn’t want any of your snacks, anyway. They probably have ingredients like eye of newt, or wing of gnat.”
The witch rolled her eyes. “Don’t be cliche. If you understood what magic really is, you would recognize, as I have, that the two of you are the only ones with real power.”
“Sabrina has real magical power?” he asked.
“Yes,” the witch said. “This is why you two must become a couple.”

PLANET Z

Benny Baker is only spoken of in hushed whispers.
His file was taken from the school under armed guard and brought to the district office.
Nobody’s allowed to see it.
And when it was time to computerize all of the district’s records, Benny’s file was kept on paper.
If you search for it, all you’ll get is RESTRICTED.
There was a group of kids who tried to break into the district office to find Benny’s file.
They were never seen again.
So, what about Benny?
He’s buried in the school yard.
With all the other pet hamsters from the kindergarten.

Pita burger

I hate it when the condiments slip out of a burger bun.
What a fucking mess.
Squeeze an overloaded burger too much, and everything spills and leaks and falls all over.
So, I switched to using pita bread pockets for my burgers.
I cut an opening on the side, lay the cheese on the burger, slide in the burger, and put in the condiments.
Then I close up the pita pocket and eat the burger from the cut end.
Nothing spills out, and it all tastes great.
But don’t tell me that a calzone is just a sealed pizza wrap.

Driving a typewriter

I was an interrogator.
They’d put a subject in a room, handcuff him to a table, and then I’d take over.
I’d bring in a manual typewriter, feed a sheet of paper into it, and ask questions.
All the while, I’d type in my notes.
Some of the subjects, they didn’t want to talk.
Or they’d yell at me. Or pray over and over loudly.
I’d stay in there, drinking my water, and just waiting them out.
Eventually, they’d talk. They’d say everything.
Then, I’d put the paper in a folder, pick up the typewriter, and bash in their skull.