Sonya was good, her family said, but she wanted to be the absolute best.
“For the best music,” said The Devil, “you must string your violin with heartstrings. They resonate with unmatched beauty.”
So, at her concerts, playing her best, she captured heart after beating heart, luring the men to her home to harvest the strings she needed.
Still, she didn’t sound like the best of all.
The Devil laughed. “They have to be from people you love the most.”
Her mother.
Her father.
Her sister.
Herself.
The Devil laughed at the carnage, rosined Sonya’s bow, and played.
Magnificent!
Author: R.
How do you write 100 word stories? #82
Many folk with receding hairlines (damn I hate when that happens) have asked how do you Tom write a 100 word story
Anyone acquainted with this here X see lent web site knowns that that Caleb guy is the real talent in the room. Oh he’s been quiet for sometime, but he’s a damn good resource when the well runs dry and there’s nothing to prime the pump. I been reggarlee emailn old Caleb for story ideas. He dun suggested a Cthulhu Children’s Christmas story, and a musical about this guy name Ham Let. What the heck is sandy script? He told be about this other guy name Till Eulenspiegel, real trickster there. If you find yourself in a bind email Caleb
How do you write 100 word stories? #81
Many folk with the best possible intentions have asked how do you Tom write a 100 word story
Over the last 80 installments we’ve poked our collective head into many of the dark corners of the writing underbelly. But a truly happy underbelly is one resting in a truly comfortable chair. You may scoff, but as surely as clothes make the man, chairs make the author. So what are the major points of chairness? One high high backs at least 2in. above your head when seated. Two padded arm rests that curve to meet the seat. It’s got to have casters and a central column that swivels. The seat should be pleated. Fabric should be a brown velour.
Cling
Sometimes, we cling to things. Other times, things cling to us.
Usually, it’s easy to tell the difference. But when it comes to Stanley and Life, not so.
At first, we thought that Stanley was clinging to Life.
Then, upon further examination, we saw that Life was clinging to Stanley.
We debated the merits of both perspectives while Stanley shouted “HEY! SOMEONE HELP ME!”
Stanley was clinging to the guardrail, and his grip was slipping.
“Or is the guardrail clinging to you, Stanley?” I asked.
Stanley lost his grip, and fell into the chasm, screaming.
The argument’s moot now, huh?
How do you write 100 word stories? #80
Many folk with total recall have asked how do you Tom write a 100 Word story
I write from a dark place, not mentally, in a closet. When all the lights are out it’s easy to have images swirl before your eyes. Generally family members are least likely to bother you if you are sitting on the floor in a closet. Sometimes this will backfire when calls to a locale institution have dispatched two lovely young men in white suites with four point restraints. But if you have good locks and a strong door you can get a fair amount of writing done before the crowbar separates the door casing. Keep the candle away from clothes
The Question
I was walking down the street when a pair of street thugs grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into an alley.
“Tell us what we want to know,” said a third thug.
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
The thug scowled and punched me in the stomach.
“Tell us,” he said.
It took a minute to get my wind back, but I got back up and asked again.
The thug beat me in the stomach ten.. twenty… thirty times.
Morse code?
It took a minute to decipher: “How do you, Laurence, write a 100 word story?”
The Scar
I take it you’ve seen the scar on Captain Blood’s neck.
He claims he got it from a duel.
In a way, I suppose that’s the truth, but it wasn’t a fair duel.
His strategy is to draw his sword, then pull a pistol and shoot his opponent in the chest.
Once, he had a misfire, and was forced to reach for his other pistol.
That gun fired true and killed his opponent.
So how was he cut?
He slashed his own neck, reaching for the other pistol.
Don’t tell him that, though.
Or he’ll challenge you to a duel.
How do you write 100 word stories? #79
Many folk with 40 boxes of Girl Scout cookies to sell have asked how do you Tom write a 100 word story.
Some say read the classics. Immerse yourself in the great works of literature. Some say study the histories of the great cultures of the world. Some say embrace the Sufi masters and let the air ring out in the poetry of pure love. Few will say read cereal boxes. It is the road less traveled. To gain wisdom from ingredient lists is a task worthy of a dervish. Boxes with cartoon characters yield the deeper insights. Make Snap Crackle and Pop your personal mantra. Let the adventures of Quisp and Quake be your guides to the realms of the esoteric
Chilly
He was a hockey player, she was an Olympic figure skater.
So it stood to reason that they’d hold the wedding out on the ice.
Invitations went out to their families, friends, managers, agents, teammates and fellow performers.
However, when the day of the wedding arrived, very few people actually showed up.
The groom was huffing mad, his breath fogging the air.
The bride was in tears, freezing on her face.
They looked for their wedding planner and demanded to know why nobody was showing up.
“You wanted an ice rink wedding,” he said. “And they expected a chilly reception!”
WWWRRRROOOOKKK????
“Work with me Bruce,” said Frank. Bruce shrugged and leaned further back in his chair. Was he playing hard to get or merely being difficult? Frank had always defined himself by his work. Bruce saw the work in a more artistic light. Collectively their working relationship had led to quite sizable body of work. “Work it Work it,” yell Frank. “Do that working class thing.” Bruce took a hammer to the clock works and suddenly everything stopped working. As reality ground to a stop the moving finger worked no more so Frank thought a possible rework might be in store.