Flat Stanley became flat when a bulletin board fell on him.
You believe that he went on a series of wild adventures, right? Catching art thieves, sliding under doors, and mailing himself to far-off distant lands?
What really happened was a quiet, closed-coffin funeral.
His little brother Arthur was traumatized, shipped off to a mental hospital.
Every time his parents visited, he’d hand them another book he’d written about Stanley.
Alive. Adventuring.
Under his hospital bed, they found crushed and laminated mice.
“Experiments,” said Arthur, grinning
He escaped last night. Stole a steamroller.
Oh my God! The Mall!
Stop him!
Author: R.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #6
Many folk have sent the entrails of fowl to ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
It’s a secret. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. I would have to use the ceremonial pen to do it. Believe me that is not a nice way to go out. There’s all that ink, all those holes. Why you might ask is it a secret? Why its been past down in a unbroken chain for 1000s of years from one sanitation journeyman to a willing domestic engineer during our yearly lodge meeting in secret.
Weekly Challenge #248 – I saw the light!
Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Forty-Eight, 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 I saw the light!
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Tom
Jack kept the rhyme of the compressions as constant as possible. Danny didn’t look good. Lake Michigan is not a body to take lightly in November. “1000 one 1000 two 1000 three.” Press Press Press. Jack saw Danny pitch off the peer in an endless series of slow motion frames. It felt like forever till he hit the water, but in fact it was no more than five seconds. One final hit sent water gushing from Danny’s mouth, he coughed, retched coughed and eyes slowly rolled open. “I saw the light” he rasped. “So have I kid so have I.”
Dave
They say happy cows live in California. We ain’t just happy. We are as high as the giant sequoia tree tops. We ain’t chewing grass and weed for nothing.
My cousin, Brad, got so high once he accidentally ate a burrito. How do you accidentally eat a burrito? I don’t know. The whole incident is clouded in mystery and drama. But he swears it happened. Since that day, Brad was different. You could say he saw the light. Now he strictly eats mushrooms. Brad then tried to milk a bull. I hear they have an apartment over on polk street.
TJ
The air in the revival tent was dusty and hot. They’d set it up in the
afternoon, in the heat of the day, and the thick canvas held the heat
like an oven as parishioners crowded in. Sweat rolled off Brother
Michael’s face as his vociferous invective wrestled souls for God.
Three choruses of “I Saw the Light” and Jenny Reynolds, her feet
moving independent of fear or will, stepped forward to be healed. Unsure
of her ailment, Michael, moved by the spirit, dutifully laid his hands
on her. She shrieked, spasmed, and fell. No longer carrying her
brother’s child.
Steven
“I was still twelve and just a kid,” I told my class, “when I went
fishing with my friend Beth. She caught five, and I caught four.
That’s because she had all the good bait, and I just had leftover
hotdogs. We walked home, and then there was a bright light, and the
UFO landed. The aliens said -”
“Jasper,” said Mr. Hamlin, “a biography is a true story about our
lives, not science fiction.”
“Yessir,” I said, as the class laughed at me.
They sure were surprised when my real parents came to pick me up in
our flying saucer.
Zackmann
I think I see light again. I will be free at least for a while. I am a man of paper, thin and
laminated. I was created to educate. I travel across the country. If I am lucky in a family car over
vacation or on an airplane to visit relatives of the families I stay with but most of my traveling
is first class. Unfortunately that is first class US mail. Sometimes I want to open the envelop
myself but I need some to open it.
You may have heard of my legendary travels because I am Flat Johnny.
No one could have predicted the changes when we discovered how to make structures out
of light. Since it did not keep the rain out we decided against making homes but the people in
North Dakota who bought the military surplus missile silos found them great for decorating their
indoor gardens. The people in California were happy because we made lamps out of light and
it was much cheaper than PG&E. The good thing our products made of light would dim and
vanish in a year, job security. Sometimes the pieces are too big and I saw the light
Danny
I woke up one morning realizing what a wretched man I had become. Images of those who had been in my life before, they had clearly moved on. Why could I not move forward? Must I always be stuck in the past? Then, I literally died. Standing on the precipice of the great void, I heard the collective consciousness of the universe, and realized that I existed long before I was born. I could feel the energy from the well where we all come from, one day I will go home. From the depths of this darkness, I saw the light.
TerazzaByte
I always wanted to be a movie star and last week I had my big break.
I was walking down Sunset Boulevard and came across a film crew setting up for a shoot.
They were looking for extras and I jumped up and down to get their attention.
I jumped so high that I hit my head on the microphone boom and knocked myself out.
When I came to, I saw the light of cameras shining directly at me.
Not the film crews’ cameras, but some dude with a cell phone uploading my little incident to YouTube.
I am a STAR!
Norval Joe
Curt and Bob walked along the rural highway. The narrow two lane road stretched across the featureless terrain toward the horizon.
Curt asked for the hundredth time, “So, Bob. You didn’t notice the flashing red light?”
“I told you already,” Bob snapped, “I saw the light. But there are always lots of lights.”
Curt muttered, “I would take a flashing red light on a nuclear control panel pretty seriously.”
“Water under the bridge, Curt. I’m getting hungry. Do you think the meltdown destroyed the town?”
“I’d think so, Bob. It’s gonna be a while before we find some fresh brains.”
Justin
The luchador walked into the convenience store and took of his hat. He went to the back of the store, being ignored by the big city shoppers, despite being in full, masked, luchador wardrobe. He picked up the gallon of milk he came for, then got in line.
He was peering at the DVD rack and considering ‘Are We There Yet’ when three men walked in quickly with their faces covered by grinning plastic politicians. The luchador beat them up. One rolled on the floor moaning “Look at the pretty lights …” Then the luchador paid for his milk and left.
Planet Z
We were doing seventy on Cleveland Road heading North towards 161.
That’s when I saw the light.
It was red.
It was raining, and there was no way we were going to slow down.
So, I closed my eyes, made a wish, and somehow we made it through that intersection alive.
Yes. We.
I had someone with me.
And he was scared out of his fucking mind.
As we turned into Knight’s Ice Cream, I think I said something like “That was really cool.”
But I don’t remember what I said, or what flavor ice cream I got.
Probably chocolate.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #5
Many folk have sent up smoke signals which ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
I find I get my best ideas for stories while bathing in the tub. I fill the old claw foot with about 45 packages of Jell-O six bags of dry ice and I’m pretty must ready to go. Did I mention the defibrillator? Yep must have that ready when you lose conscience. I double wrap them in glad bags. Wouldn’t want to lose the moment with a nasty electrocution burn. Nice people in the tunnel of light have the loveliest story ideas.
Pulsation
“Pulsation: Pulsation is the act of pulsating,” mumbled Dictionary.
Dictionary is Steve’s little brother. He’s retarded or something, but special.
You can tell him a word, and he’ll give you the definition.
We ask him a few bad words and laugh at him.
Then we ask him a few nonsense words, and he holds his head and screams.
But then, hearing “Zuatha” he stopped.
“Zuatha: Zuatha is a insectoid hive-mind species that has developed faster-than-light technology and routinely observe-”
That’s all Dictionary said before the room was filled with a bright white light.
The light vanished.
And so did Dictionary.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #4
Many folk have dialed 911 and ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
Oh I find its easiest to just writing down any old word on a chuck of cedar and chuck it into the old Franklin stove. Just before it gets white hot I reach in grab a fistful of coals and toss them on to the couch. You may find this hard to believe but nine times out ten the coals need little or no editing. Every once and a while you got to throw some water on one or two, but that about it.
Induction Core
I slice a lemon in half, open it up, and scrape out pulp with my fingernail.
It takes a long time to finish a lemon this way. Takes a lot of patience to do it.
Every few tries, the pulp bursts and sprays.
Slowly. Patiently.
A delicate touch helps.
I watched the old man scrape the other half of the lemon with his thumb as we watched the sun set, his eyes never leaving the horizon.
An hour later, he hands it back to me, picked clean.
“Tomorrow, bring a lime,” he says, and he walks back into the shadows.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #3
A poem in iambic pentameter in the style of Vigil well before he got catch at the bath house doing the backstroke with the Emperor’s wife Laybeeus Maximus (my wasn’t that a messy bit of business I’llll tell you) transported by a herd of semi wild Arizonian camels following the same route used by the Donner party and by a odd coincidence the same month with the same level of snow fall same morbidity rate (now isn’t that rather odd I’lllll say) What was the question?
Majestic
I have never understood the song “America The Beautiful.”
Yes, this country has its beautiful places, but what is so majestic about a purple mountain?
All the mountains I’ve ever seen have green, white, brown, grey, and black on them.
Never purple.
If I saw a purple mountain, I’d think it would look like a gigantic bruise.
Like someone punched our country in the face or something.
How is a gigantic bruise from getting punched in the face majestic?
Oh, so you think I’m overthinking this?
Fine. Let me punch you in the face. See how majestic you look then!
How To Write 100 Word Stories #2
Many folk have telegrammed me and ask how do you tom write a 100 words story
Well ya take your old trusty Number 6 Whitworth spanner and gently wedge it between the governor and the Simons exhaust manifold. Give it 2.6 radials turns stop when the molten lava reach the second canary’s cage or until the Paschal candle burns down to the second red wax nail. Under no circumstances lets the level in the birdbath drop to expose the top fusion rod while the spanner is in the dorsal position. Set the timer to 10 and run like hell.