Just say "Alexa, play the 100 Word Stories Podcast."
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Russell Burt writes and performs in the Come Let Me Whisper podcast, and he’s written a book from his tales.
Here’s the other story he submitted to the last Weekly Challenge.
If y’all write multiple stories for a Weekly Challenge and hate to see them wasted, feel free to send them in for mid-week posting.
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He was the best salesman north of the Arctic Circle, they said, and they were right. Yukon Will was his name, and he could sell anything to anybody.
When Seward bought Alaska from Russia, it was his great-grandpa that closed the deal. Will inherited the family talent.
He made a comfortable living for years, selling refrigeration equipment to the Inuit. Yep: iceboxes to Eskimos. But they loved him for it.
When he died, they carved his image on the base of a wooden pillar. “Who’s that?” people ask, and I answer:
That’s Willy – Lo Man on the totem pole.
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Ned was laying on the couch when he woke up.
His roommate John was staring at him.
“What?” said Ned.
“You just appeared out of thin air, man,” said John. “Once second nothing’s there, and then all of the sudden- you appear.”
“Oh,” said Ned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t explain. I always wake up on the couch.”
“No matter where you fall asleep?” asked John
“Yup,” said Ned. “I know why, but it’s hard to explain.”
“Wicked,” said John. “Ever thought about using that to rob a bank?”
“No,” said Ned. “But it did get me out of jail once.”
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Welcome to the nineteenth Weekly Challenge, 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 selected by last week’s winner Planet Z: moonlight.
An astounding fourteen stories stories were submitted this week.
Three rookies joined in – looking forward to more stories from y’all.
And, as always, the usual story by Planet Z.
Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorite:
Thanks to everyone for sending in their stories, and I look forward to what you’ve got to write (and say) next week.
The theme for next week’s Weekly Challenge will be posted shortly.
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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…
Murray quickly got down to business. He entered the Biotank with his brother and tore open the envelope. “Looks like they found an ancient tomb” Murray told his brother, breaking regulations, “They want me over”.
“Is the resistance so hungry they’ll go corpse hunting?” Jim joked.
“Heh, probably something…” Murray stopped in mid-sentence when he remembered the intel he recovered.
“What?” Jim asked.
“I think this might have something to do with information I stole from the aliens…”
He reread the packet and sure enough, the picture matched the description he recovered of the Artifact’s resting place. They found it !
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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…
Murray resigned himself to a quick and violent death when he spotted the Biotank heading his way. There was no cover here against the tank’s railguns.
So he was surprised when he saw blue stripes on it’s sides; it was human occupied! The tank’s rear hatch opened and his brother, Jim Murray, climbed out.
“They sent me over,” Jim said, “without telling me anything”.
“Need to know.” Murray commented, as Jim handed him a packet.
“Why do they always trust you?” Jim complained, rolling his eyes.
“You’re not authorized to know,” Murray said with a grin, and they laughed.
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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…
“Shoulda put that damn phone on vibrate” Murray thought when his phone loudly shrieked. The aliens began firing their weapons and he ducked. He then detonated the pack bomb. It didn’t hurt them, but it did stun them momentarily.
He took the opportunity to flee and take the call. “I’m in some deep kim-chee here, what is it?”
“We found a… thing at LH-5.” His caller said. Murray shut the phone and continued running. He wondered what the “thing” was.
Now, however, he had other things to worry about. He saw a Bio-tank lumber down the street towards him.
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The Angel Gabriel sat on the curb and wept at the destruction and misery he’d witnessed over the centuries.
“It’s all my fault,” he moaned. “If I hadn’t lost my trumpet, I’d have ended this a long time ago.”
He’d backtraced his steps many times, but they all led back to a pub where he’d drunkenly pawned his horn for a bottle of whiskey.
The curb he sat on was in front of the skyscraper built where the pub used to be.
Sighing, Gabriel pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose.
The skyscraper wobbled, and Reality began to fade.
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Andrew Ian Dodge continues the saga of The Mime…
As the boat stopped Maurice tried to access his options. He expected to hear splashing soon as the others were tossed overboard. There was no splashing only muffled screaming. The mime was not sure what he heard but he knew he felt something wrap around his body. Something that felt cold, smelled fishy and was quite strong. He felt himself rise into the air and the muscles in the tentacle tensed around him. Maurice tried to wriggle his way out its grasp and tentacle gripped harder. The mime’s breathing became increasingly hard he barely had enough to scream. He tried…
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A rabbit hopped into a bakery.
“Ya got any carrot cake?” asked the rabbit.
“Sorry, no,” said the baker.
The next day, the rabbit came back.
“Ya got any carrot cake?” asked the rabbit.
“Sorry, no,” said the baker.
This went on for days. The baker began to feel bad for the rabbit, and so he decided to bake a carrot cake – cream cheese icing, the works.
The next day, the rabbit came back. “Ya got any carrot cake?” he asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do!” said the baker with a smile.
“Tastes like shit, doesn’t it?”