Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Ninety-Seven, 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 Whatever you choose…!
The excellent theme music is by Guy David.
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
Justin
Hey there, please keep that bag behind the counter.
Personal? I wont open it, I promise. It just all these priceless books, people steal them.
No, you don’t look like a thief. I make everyone leave their bags.
Rare occult books? There in the back.
Kitty, stay away from that bag. Shoo cat, stop hissing. Leave that drawstring be!
You’ve opened the bag, oh dear.
Sir! There’s a shoggoth seeping out of your bag, covered with mouths.
Sir, I know you said that, but the cat opened it.
Please sir, control your shoggoth. Store policy, whatever you chew you buy.
Steven
Assholes have destroyed everything I want to say to you.
You’re special to me.
I’ve never felt like this before.
I would do anything for you.
They sound cheesy. They’re all true. But you don’t believe me.
I understand that. I know why you don’t believe me. I know you’ve
been played before. I know they said all those lies to you.
I know.
They confessed.
They’re inside, chained to chairs. Every guy who has ever lied to
you, who has ever hurt you. Here’s the knife. Do whatever you want
to them. You choose. Anything.
Just believe me again.
Lewis/Dedric
A pile of coins were poured out of a small brown bag down on the table.
Johnny looked at them and was silent.
“Well? Are you going to take any?”
Johnny looked up with a confused look on his face.
“Which ones can I have?”
The man gave a chuckle.
“Whatever you choose…”
Johnny started to reach out for the largest coin.
“but not that one!”
Johnny pulled his hand back and started to reach for another large coin.
“Not that one either!”
Johnny sat silently and then threw a dagger into the pirate’s forehead.
I will take them all.
Anima
Daddy gave me good advice when I‘d ask him. When I started investing, he urged “Plastics”. Later, he convinced me to hold off on marrying when I was infatuated with Scott Peterson. He said, “That boy ain’t right in the head”. Daddy nailed that one dead to rights. But when he said, “What ever you choose to make a career in, honey, make sure there is future growth potential”, I don’t think he had a clothing line in mind. After four years in the private sector, Bettina’s Big Boy Boxers is going public. Happily, business is busting at the seams.
Zachmann
When I was young back in the early two thousands they thought that we would never reside on other planets and brass Bikinis were just a sign of dated science fiction but here on our new planet they were a good idea at least in our summer because the planet is fulled with overly aggressive moths that eat any cloth or nonliving animal Hyde. In the winter we take the leather and cotton out of the vaults. Most of the women look great in their brass bikinis and they know it. My brass Lederhosen and brass hat are so styling.
TJ
My director is staring at me. He’s made a note. I’ll be hearing about this move for sure. Stage directions were John crosses to the bar and pours a cocktail, hands it off to Wendy with a flirtatious laugh. We’ve rehearsed it a thousand times. In the dress rehearsal, I get nervous. I trip on my ill-fitting shoes from the costume shop and instead of a flirtatious laugh I drive a stage knife into Wendy’s side. A frenzy of activity, but my wife will survive. And maybe stop sleeping with the director. I pour the cocktail and drink it myself.
Almo
She came to me in the middle of the night, a perfumed cloud slipping her perfect body next to me the way she did in the days before we started having the nightly fights.
The fights would be about jealousy. They would be about money. They would be about time spent, not spent, misspent. They were petty and they were spiteful.
“Would you like to keep fighting, or would you like to make love,” she said, her breath a throaty whisper that aroused me like nothing else.
I thought.
“Whatever you choose,” she said, “I’ll be gone in the morning.”
Norval Joe
“Here you go Johnny, some nice asparagus in brandy sauce. You like asparagus, don’t you?”
Johnny looked at his mother and just shook his head.
“Ok then, here’s some creamed spinach.”
He made a disgusted face and shook his head.
She pointed at the table and said, “You have all this food to choose from, just pick one you like and get on with it.”
He grabbed a handful of beets and threw them at the canvas on the isle. They slid slowly down leaving long red smears.
“Thank you Johnny, that will bring us $1000 at the art gallery.”
JRadimus
He awoke with a groan. “What a night,” he thought. His mind brought him memories through the haze. “Mm, ‘Lacee’.” Through his hangover, he marveled that someone so hot had gone home with him, but he wasn’t about to complain.
He got up without disturbing his impromptu bedmate. As he stumbled toward the bathroom, he tripped on something fabric. It wasn’t silky, lacy or sexy. It was beige, stretchy and utilitarian: Spanx. He scanned the room: push-up bra, falsies, auburn wig. He quickly realized that last night’s “hotness” was not in his bed, but in pieces all over his room.
Planet Z
Leroy’s attorney waved the lawbook. “My client chooses ‘Death by buffalo herd.’”
The judge sighed. “There are no buffalo. Hunted to extinction.”
“Exactly,” grinned the lawyer.
The case was fought well into the Supreme Court.
And, with the help of celebrities and environmentalists, he won.
The legislature closed the loophole, but Leroy was safe.
Or so he thought.
Geneticists extracted DNA from preserved buffalo hides and spliced them with bison to clone and breed them.
Years later, Leroy faced the stampede. “Cruel and unusual punishment!” he shrieked.
“Shouldn’t have chosen it then,” said the judge.