Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Thirty-Two, 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… was…. um…
It’s Banned!
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
Katwood
It was a happy day when the politicians were banned from Earth. Not just some of them, all of them. Now they live on some moon somewhere. Around Jupiter, I think. No one’s quite sure who started this process, or how. Regardless, they deserve a Nobel Prize. Governments around the world are much more effective now that the people in charge are there because they truly want to help, not for their own gain. In five years, we’ve managed to get things done that politicians only talked about. Now we just have to get something done about those pesky lobbyists.
Ross
First books were banned, then schools, then education in general.
Soon followed prohibitions concerning consumption of green vegetables, bathing, newspapers (and news reporting in general), public displays of affection, and regimented exercise. People were at a loss with what to do with all their free time when employment was banned.
But the final straw, which incited rebellion and the eventual downfall of the empire, was the proclamation banning “girls and their cooties”.
Years later, looking back, the historians all agreed that it had been a monumentally bad idea to allow the child-emperor to dictate law according to his 8-year-old whims.
Dave
“Can we play at Shagnasty’s?”
Taylor, the drummer, explained their situation, “No, Nigel, we’re banned
there too. That was the night your leather pants split and you were
arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Just because a man drops his pants is no reason to stop a concert. Can we
play at Tommy’s?”
“You drove the van through their front window. Banned”
“The Green Olive?”
“You set fire to the pool tables. Banned”
“Can we practice in your parents’ garage?”
“If you come near my mom, my Dad, will kill you, and the band voted, we
think it’s best if you leave.”
Tom
I was 11 years ago when the gulf of Tokin resolution occurred. Seven years later the damn war was still raging. I had gone from child to young adult and the war from remote to perilously close. The year before my lottery call a book began to appear around my high school. It had the dubious pedigree of actually being self-banned by its author and publisher in the interest of nation security. Its hero was a solider who had lost are his limbs eyes ears and mouth. I failed to heed its message, so I’m send this one in Morse code.
Zackmann
Are you coming to the book club meeting tonight? We are choosing a banned book to read.
Would you like to read Twilight?
Do they ban books for being dull.
No it was for religious views or necrophiliac pedophilia.
We were really thinking maybe Fahrenheit 451 or Brave New World.
Maybe a banned book with murder, war, incest, and genocide.
The Bible?
Exactly
Is Dave coming?
No, the meeting is at the Pork House and Dave doesn’t want to come since the owner’s wife
banned bacon stuffed bacon wrapped in bacon cooked in bacon grease from the menu.
Justin
I went Wal-Mart dressed up as a ninja, complete with all black attire and mask.
I walked in and I knew people were staring at me, but I didn’t look at anyone, just kept to my mission; buy a banana.
I went to the produce section, grabbed a banana, and headed, coins in hand, to the registers.
I skipped the nearest one because it was an older lady who looking like she’d faint, so I went to the next one, a guy who saw my banana, said ‘never mind’ into the phone and hung up.
I probably could’ve been banned.
Terrence
The TSA agent looked me in the eye, not even a hint of a smile on his face.
“This is getting a little ridiculous.” I said placing my socks into the bag. The agent nodded for me to continue. I reached for the electric shaver. “Really?”
“Could braid your hair to make strangling cords.”
“I am thinking about that myself right now.”
That apparently was the wrong thing to say. Now, I’m sitting in a small room with a metal table and two chairs bolted to the ground. Looks like I’m going to be the next thing banned from flying.
TJ
Banned?! You want these materials banned from the library?! They are a
classic! I cannot STAND when books are banned. Children have a right to
be exposed to a wide variety of differing views. How silent would be the
forest if only the best birds could sing? You don’t know! A book like
Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery” could spark a movement against
injustice! It’s an outrage! I protest! Information wants to be free!
Sir, while I don’t disagree with you on any particular point, donating
your old Playboys to a middle-school library is simply asking for
trouble.
Heh heh heh.
Norval Joe
There is a small European nation wedged between Germany and Austria that has been so totally forgotten that no one outside its borders even remember its name, or where exactly it is on the map.
That’s fine for the residents of that country. Their goal as a nation is to remain unchanged from their traditional ways.
The last change there was after World War II when the United States forced them to abandon their royalty for democracy.
Offended by the interference they banned anything to do with the US, except for Walmart, since everything there is made in China.
Planet Z
There’s a party on the base, and my orders are to find it.
I check my weapon and step out of the jeep, walking into the restricted warehouse.
Everything that had ever been banned was in there: books, guns, drugs.
You name it: if it’s banned, it’s in there.
I walked up to the security desk and was waved through the gate.
“Follow the music, you’ll find the party,” said the guard.
“Do I need to I leave my sidearm?” I ask.
“Nah,” said the guard. “There could be dueling.”
Good, I say, and burn my invitation with a lighter.