Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Seventy-Nine, 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 Who Knows? and Magic Toaster.!
The excellent theme music is by Guy David.
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Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
Steven
Bob gapes at the holoscreen. “Sally, have you seen the artificial life sim?”
Sally peers over his shoulder. “What?”
“Up in the sky,” he says.
Above the simulated people walking virtual streets, a blue and red
figure swoops down. It lifts a car over its head, stopping it from
hitting a jaywalking alife boy.
“That one,” Bob continued, “is using a software exploit! It does
things the others can’t!”
“Huh,” Sally said.
Bob’s face was red. “Who could have known about that flaw? Who could
have installed the exploit?”
“I dunno,” Sally said, hiding the install CD behind her back.
TJ
The third rummage sale I visited seemed a little picked over already, but a flash of weathered metal drew me further into the garage. A toaster sat on a workbench looking broken, but I dusted it off with my sleeve. A genie appeared. “For freeing me from toaster. I grant you three wish.” I wished for power, money, fame! Just then, I was zapped by a short in the power cord, fell backward into the cash table, just as someone snapped a vidcap and uploaded it to YouTube. “Who’s that guy?” someone asked as the genie vanished. Shrug. “Who knows?”
Norval Joe
“Yeah, I guess you can call me Jasmine. I’ll call you Aladdin.” She shouted over her shoulder. The rush of wind made it hard to hear and her long black hair whipped his face.
He held her tightly on his lap.
He shouted back, “One thing they don’t point out in the movie is how cold it is flying around on a magic carpet.”
“Who knows,” she said, “press that lever down and it might warm us up.”
“Right. Try it when it’s your turn to fly this thing. Magic toaster or not, it would probably just burn my butt.”
J Radimus
“Whose turn is to load the toaster?”
“It’s mine,” chirped Emma.
Mom handed Emma the slices of bread, which she carefully loaded into the slots. “I hope it’s Eggs ‘Bunny-Duck’ today,” wished Emma, not quite wrapping her tongue around ‘Benedict’.
“No,” interjected Alex, “it’s gonna be chocolate cake!” He always hoped the toaster would return chocolate cake.
“We’ll see in 2 minutes,” Mom sang cheerfully.
The bell dinged, and the children squealed. Mom opened the toaster door, and pulled out … 4 slices of unevenly toasted bread.
“I think the toaster’s … magic, or something. It somehow cooked our bread.”
Beyond all expectation, I just couldn’t get my head around any ideas for the pirate theme. I had something specific in mind from the original, and the change completely through my creative gears out of kilter. The only thing I could think of was to retell the old joke about the captain and his Brown Pants.
Lynda
Life was never the same for Alex after his brother was poisoned by their father. He kept to himself a lot before then, but after his brother began communicating through the toaster, things turned around.
At first he tried to convince himself there was nothing magic about the toaster, he’d been drinking the first time it spoke, maybe he was developing schizophrenia, who knows? Sure, he’d like to do what the toaster told him and throw it in the tub with dad, but it made great toast. Browned evenly, not too burnt. It didn’t even need to be plugged in.
Jeffrey
We have a magic Toaster. Its not like the one in the kidie movies, no our magic toaster does weird things. Last week, it burned images of famous art works in all of our toast. It was cool at first, but it is a little hard to eat when the Mona Lisa is staring back at you.
This week it has been experimenting with geometric patterns. We have been trying to eat our way around the patterned to cut out the shapes, but our mom tells us to quit playing with our food. Who knew it could be this cool.
Guy
The Who sang about a magic bus. The Who Knows sang about a magic toaster. They had a small audience. They struggled, trying to make it, but they never did. For every band that makes it, there are thousands who don’t. There is someone that hears those bends before anyone else, and that’s you – the audience. You can put a musician on the throne, but you can also be the judge, the jury, and sometimes – the executioners. Like many others, The Who Knows never recorded anything and disappeared into oblivion before they could contribute their musical vision to the world.
Anima
“Go ahead, ask a question.”
“This is silly. I’m not going to ask a question.”
“Who knows, maybe you’ll get the answer you want from the toaster… You don’t like my opinion, or Brenda’s or Shellie’s. All you have to do is shake it a bit while you ask your question aloud.”
“Ok already! You’re not going to leave me alone until I ask, are you? Sheesh. Magic Toaster, is this the right hairstyle for me?”
“Now you push the lever down…”
(tick tick tick… clunk)
“What’s it say?”
“Dislodge the burnt toast with a knife for the best results….”
Justin
Has this ever happened to you?
“My toast isn’t toasted the way I like!”
Don’t wake up every morning to toast you don’t love, get the toast you deserve with the Magic Toaster!
Designed in Germany with the best in metaphysical science, this toaster will toast your bread just like you want, every time!
Check this out, the bread goes in these slots and you press this switch, and in just seconds your toast pops out, perfect!
Check this, are you following my camera guy? This toast is golden on both sides. How does it work? Who knows, it magic!
Terry
Dan began the construction by fastening sheets of plywood
together forming a rectangular box,
Tommy, Dan’s little brother asked question after
question as he watched the construction and finally
asked, “What’s it going to be?”
Dan, casually answered as he attached
the final hinge on the door, “Who knows,
maybe a magic toaster”.
“Let me try it!” Tommy yelled.
Dan motioned Tommy inside, closed the door
and knocked three times on it before reopening
it.
Tommy was no longer inside the box!
Quietly, Dan snickered, “well looks like
no more questions tonight, at least I got the magic part right”.
Z
The flea market in Zagreb.
Stjoytch spreads bedsheet on ground, lays the appliances down on it.
This blender. It blends.
This eggbeater. It beats eggs.
This rice cooker. It cooks rice.
He put down silver box. No cord, no buttons.
This magic toaster.
How you get bread in magic toaster with no slots?
How it toast without power?
Stjoytch say who knows? 200 kuna, take it or go.
I buy it.
It sit in kitchen for a year, do nothing.
Maybe I go to flea market, spread bedsheet next to Stjoytch.
But Stjoytch gave bargain. I sell for 250 kuna.