Welcome to the 100 Word Stories podcast at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com.
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.
We’ve got stories by:
- Munsi
- Jeffrey
- Charlie
- Richard
- Tom
- Aubrey
- Serendipity
- Zackmann
- Lizzie
- Michael
- Norval Joe
- Tura
- Planet Z
MUNSI
On Birds
By Christopher Munroe
The early bird, it’s been said, gets the worm.
The burly bird, then, presumably gets the larger, more muscular worm.
The Hurley bird? Dude, he gets the worm.
And the Mr. Furley bird THINKS he’ll get the worm, but finds out at the end of half an hour that it’s all been a misunderstanding.
The Larry, Moe and Curly birds attempt to get the worm, but fail due to a combination of incompetence and shenanigans.
And, obviously, the rural-ley bird absolutely crushes worm-getting.
Thus concludes my presentation. I hope you found it useful, though I suspect that you did not.
JEFFREY
Early Adopter
by Jeffrey Fischer
Jake prided himself on being ahead of the technology curve. Back in 1982, he sported a Casio calculator watch, an ungainly device with microscopic keys that displayed basic calculations on an unreadable screen. “In just a few years,” he’d say, “everyone will have a tiny computer on his wrist, and it will look sleek and stylish.” In 1985, he bought an analog cell phone the size and weight of a brick, explaining to detractors that future phones would be much more portable.
Today? Oh yes, Jake still uses technology. He wears an ungainly smart watch and carries a Samsung Galaxy Note, which, when placed against his face, bears no small resemblance to his DynaTAC phone. Maybe he really was ahead of his time.
Evolution
by Jeffrey Fischer
“Early man lived in primitive conditions that we can only imagine with horror. He hunted for meat. When none was found, he went hungry. He slept rough – in caves or primitive shelters. He died early – often of disease or infection.
“Now, tens of thousands of years later, we don’t have to live like cave man any longer! We can use technology to better our lives. But no, you’re content to keep our household stuck in the days before someone invented the wheel.”
“Harold, I don’t care. You are not spending $5000 on a 75-inch Ultra HD television set. Make do with the 60 inch.”
CHARLIE
The early man on the bus kept to himself. He was an ugly cuss. Unfortunately, he had the physical traits of the original early man…a large jaw, a small, flat nose with big nostrils, and an enormous brow. He was quietly reading the Times Book Section, so I figured his intelligence was normal or above normal. He noticed something on the man sitting next to him; he stared for moment, then quickly snatched something from the hair behind his ear. The man flinched, but didn’t realize what just happened. Early man was grooming his fellow tribe member, and catching bugs.
2nd
Steve was always early for club meetings, church socials, classes and work. He arrived twenty-five to thirty minutes early for all appointments in order to get the best seat, the best pastry on the table at AA meetings, and time to scope out all the exits in case he had to make a run for it. When he drove, he pushed his seat all the way forward on the tracks, and pressed himself tight against the steering wheel. When the inevitable accident happened, as we knew it would, the seat belt, combined with the air bag, ripped off his head.
3rd
The early berm gets the bird. It was not any one person’s fault, but the construction team left the high, dirt, berm in the flight path of the sparrows and blackbirds, and it took its toll. Six thousand birds struck the high berm on their way out of the forest into the feeding areas. The fog was thick and the berm was constructed ahead of schedule. The birds crashed into each other and into the packed earth. The local construction company apologized and donated to the Audubon group, taking full responsibility. In grief, Mary The Bird Lady, took her life.
4th
Earl Lee was a redneck, and the kind of psychopath that people avoided because of his filthy mouth and filthier ways. He was a peeping tom, a wife beater, stalker, and lurker, and spit in customer’s meals at the diner. He was as despicable as he was charming, but the charm was short-lived, and only used to weasel his way into people’s confidence before he fleeced them, borrowed money, or extracted some information about upcoming dog track races. Earl Lee was gang-raped the first night of his three month sentence in the county jail, and screamed like a stuck pig.
RICHARD
Perspective
It’s all a matter of perspective – for years my parents, teachers and mentors criticised my lack of forthrightness and ‘get up and go’.
“Grasp opportunities when they come along”, they’d tell me, throwing in the same old platitudes… “He who hesitates is lost… The early bird gets the worm!”
Not that I paid any attention.
My perspective was different: He who hesitates, lives to fight another day, and the early worm is the one that gets eaten.
So, having seen my friends’ businesses fail from rash speculation and foreclosures, I bought them out on the cheap.
And made a fortune.
TOM
The Best We Can.
“Too early to be gone,” said Jimmy. “She was 22,” said Sally which sent her brother into a pool of tear. Perhaps that wasn’t quiet the best thing to say. She regrouped. “Your cat was so lucky to have you as a friend. You kept her warm. Gave her a soft place to lie. Wet food, not that crummy dry stuff. She was loved and in the end you were there to end her pain.” “Is she in heaven?’ “Pope says so.” “I miss her.” “I know.” Jimmy rolled up a towel and gently tucked it under Rasta’s chin. “Good-by.”
AUBREY
If I’m two minutes early, I’m not really early. That’s not how my brain works. Time is money and time has value. So I won’t waste yours, if you promise not to waste mine.
Get there early.
Not two minutes before, not right on time and definitely not two minutes late.
Otherwise you are wasting my time and yours, because I can’t take you seriously if you don’t take my time seriously. Get to the point or get out, now. There are always stragglers who think that fifteen minutes late is on time. They’re jerks. Screw them.
Get there early.
SERENDIPITY
“You’re early”, he said, briefly casting a glance at me from beneath his cowl before turning his attention back to sharpening the scythe in his hands. “Go back to where you came from – I’ll come calling when it’s your time.”
I squatted down and looked Death straight in the eye-sockets.
“I’ve come about the job.”
Death slowly laid down his scythe and waved a bony finger at me: “There is no job. I work alone. Now leave me in peace!”
“Certainly.” I replied; “Rest in peace!” Taking hold of the scythe and slicing Death’s head clean off.
“My job now!”
ZACKMANN
I like that actor Michael Ealy. you know spelled like “early” without the “r”. I have been looking at some television spots from when he and Keith Urban were promoting my favorite buddy cop show “Almost Human”. I was hoping to hear someone say Michael’s chosen last name to get right pronunciation but I keep on seeing clips where they say how glad they were about their show getting picked up expecting them to suddenly say “Too bad it is good Science Fiction on Fox so we won’t get a second season” like the YouTube comments from their fans say.
LIZZIE
She was late and he was furious.
When he saw her walking towards him, he forgot all his promises.
He wanted to beat her up, make her pay. She always made him do it, always.
As soon as she kissed him, he raised his fist.
“You said you’d come early,” he whispered.
In the blink of an eye, she knocked him down and held him in a chokehold, watching him turn blue.
“Please…” He wiggled his legs. He struggled for air.
The crowd gathered around in silence.
“No more,” she said. “He needs to learn.”
No one called the police.
MICHAEL
It was a nightmare. Who ever convinced him to hire Santa Elfs in their off season should be fired as well. Marcus thought angrily. The call waking him early this morning told him that a large order of Sprinkle Cakes was going to have to be recalled. Costing the company millions. All because one! of the Elves had come into work drunk on leftover eggnog and proceeded to Pee directly into the batch of white Sprinkles! The foreman that should have caught this early was drunk as well. I’ll never let those Elves bring Eggnog to work again.
NORVAL JOE
Henry was no longer an average pigeon. He’d decided to rise above the others and become a red tailed haw.
Isolating himself from the other pigeons of the flock he carefully watched the hawks circling high in the sky. As he pecked at seeds and small bugs he watched the hawks drop from the sky like a rock. The hawk fed on rodents and small birds.
Henry then knew what he had to do to become more like the hawk.
Working in the early hours before the others woke, he picked his first victim.
The flock woke to a murder.
TURA
A Story of the Early Desert Fathers
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Abba Jerome left his cave to visit his neighbour Abba Genarius, thirty miles away. He confessed ashamedly, “I have written a book.”
“If it concern our Lord,” said Abba Genarius, “that is a praiseworthy thing.”
Abba Jerome sighed. “It began so, but I invented stories of the people around Him. Now His life is hardly mentioned, while the stories breed and multiply of themselves. Surely some demon afflicts me.”
Prophecy came upon Abba Genarius. “In time to come, it will be called ‘airport fiction’,” he said, “but do not ask me what that means, for it makes my head hurt.”
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Music credit: “Chant from a Holy Book”, by Georges Gurdjieff, played by the Gurdjieff Folk Instruments Ensemble.
PLANET Z
These days, Spring comes early.
Summer comes early, too.
And it stays a really long time.
Fall comes late.
And Winter barely comes at all.
The birds are so confused by it all. So are the crops and the flowers.
We ask the Head Pilot to change the orbital colony’s angle, but they decline our request.
The tourists prefer the summer. More tourists means more money, which everyone shares.
And we can grow food with hydroponics. The farms are so wasteful, aren’t they?
Kids want to be physicists… scientists… pilots… hydroponic farmers.
Nobody wants to be a dirt farmer anymore.
