The conman broke into the library at night to do his research on the town.
Henry Hill may have been an awful music teacher, but he was brilliant when it came to the field of meteorology.
Studying the flood records, he calculated the perfect window in which to roll out his music lessons scam.
The final parade would coincide with the biggest storm of the season and massive flooding.
Henry put his notes in his pocket and went to the librarian’s desk.
Nice perfume, he thought. But he was strictly business on his scams…
Oh, such a pretty name… Marian.
Author: R.
How Do You Write 100 Word Stories #25
Many folk have taken to skywriting to ask how do you Tom write a 100 word story
The patrol car pulled me over. Sir you have been weaving down the road for the last 2 miles. Oh I can explain that I was writing and it’s hard to steer. Writing? I like to write when I drive and I need to get it down on paper or it’s gone. You write it down while your driving. Oh heavens no that would be a bit dangerous, I use a typewriter. It was just then that the highway patrolman saw the smith and corona sitting in the middle of steering wheel. He ticketed me for driving under the influence
Not So Nicely
After killing the bottle, I passed out.
My dream?
I was on the boat to Heaven.
Some dude holding dice and a bottle of whiskey stood up and shouted “Someone, fade me!”
The boat started to rock and I growled “Sit down!”
He stumbled over to me and stared at me with his bloodshot eyes, and the stench from his breath and grimy tattered coat filled me with disgust.
“Make me,” he said.
So, I tried, but we both fell overboard.
Down… Down…
That’s when I woke up, stumbled to the sink, vomited, and swore…
No more musicals before bed.
How Do You Write 100 Word Stories #24
Many folk in newly created nations are choosing to name their country how do you Tom write a 100 word story
I showed my wife what I had written today. She asked me what I had done with my day. I said I wrote these stories. No, what I meant is what did you accomplish, get done. Done? I finished these. I’m amaze how many just flowed out onto the page. Then the smile appeared, the supportive, but quiet disappointed smile. I made her a bowl of soup. Tended the fire deep into the night until the glow remain even with the door shut. As she slept I found I had a story or two left to type by the firelight.
The Siege of Oz
Before the Wizard floated off and Dorothy vanished, the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion swore to rule Oz with intelligence, compassion, and bravery.
Instead, they spent their time bickering and fighting.
The Lion became foolhearty. Barroom brawls ruined his once-magnificent pelt, making him that much more sullen and angry, drinking more, fighting more.
The Tinman was overly compassionate, giving away everything in the Treasury.
The Scarecrow, stuck with the balance sheets, yelled “Damn you both!”
The leaderless Winged Monkeys and Witch Castle Guards received news of this chaos.
They marched on Emerald City, ready to overthrow the misguided and incompetent triumvirate.
How Do You Write 100 Word Stories #23
Many folk ripped off their kid’s wood burning iron to burn out how do you Tom write a 100 word story
If you give me 10 dollars I will draw your portrait. The relancatent spinster agreed. I followed her across Paris and was careful to keep my distance. I recorded the people she greeted and noted the people she avoided. After a time I found she never melted into a crowd. After a time I saw she never wasted a moment. At the end of the day I handed her my handiwork a single sheet of paper with no more that a 100 words. She smiled she sighed she frown and she cried. She opened her purse and handed me a 20.
Valentine
I had a raging crush on Mary Beth Sullivan. She was the cutest girl in my class. On Valentines Day 1962 I got my courage up and gave her the biggest valentine I could find in the store. When I handed it to her she smiled, but handed it back to me. I was crushed. She whispers “My heart belongs to another” and she kissed me on the cheek. Mary went on to found the Sister of the Heart. Save thousand in the Sub continental famines. Last year the pope made her a saint. I light a candle in remembrance
Rolling
Prisoner 280 asked the headsman’s forgiveness for stepping on his foot, and she placed her head through the guillotine’s stock.
As the sentence was read aloud, she imagined her husband enduring this same insult nine months earlier.
Unlike the king, her head did not drop into the basket, but sailed over the crowd, spinning on to the cobblestoned street.
The town militia chased after it, but it soon rolled out of sight.
They tossed her body into an unmarked grave, which meant they never knew when it was dug back up.
The resurrectionist rubs his hands together, laughing with joy.
How Do You Write 100 Word Stories #22
Many folk are using their gene sequencer to sequencer who do you Tom write a 100 word story
I am a thief. I steel bits of soul. I do it when you’re watching, but your not really watching. If you spent the proper amount of time noting me noting you you wouldn’t have time to actually be living. A bit of your soul fills my pages and you never feel the sting or the hurt. You may not recognize yourself if you met eye to eye. You’d chaff at the description, discount the motivation, and be baffled by the internal logic. Why couldn’t you clearly see the you as the you I see. I’m a very good thief.
Her Name Was Splack
Her name was Splack.
I don’t remember if that was her first or last name.
When you have a name like Splack, it doesn’t matter. You don’t remember it.
Even if she introduces herself as Jenny or Ismelda or writes it on her panties and raises her skirt to greet people, once you hear the Splack, that’s all you’ll ever know her by.
The weird thing was, she chose to go by that name.
So, I went down to Human Resources and looked up what her full name was.
Closing the file quickly, I decided Splack was fine with me.