Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Seventy-Five, 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 A Full Set.
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):
Lynda
Call me obsessed, but my completionist mentality has served me well. I put myself through school by selling my comic book collection, my original redline Hot Wheels paid for my first real car, my house was paid for with stamps, and the early marketing for my home business was financed by scalping Star Wars figures on the Internet.
I think selling my rookie Babe Ruth card to buy identical implants and veneers for all of my girlfriends was a poor investment, though, because all I got in return was a full set of sexually transmitted diseases. Who would want that?
J Radimus
“His Collection, though impressively sized, was effortlessly collected. Causing a plane crash in adverse weather brought his single-biggest haul. His next specimen was a case of patience over effort. The reckless gunplay could have figured more prominently, but waiting for fried banana sandwiches to do their damage took all the legwork out of it. He gathered most cases by simply waiting for those fatal partners “Depression” and “Drugs” or “Alcohol” to take their toll. He thought his latest specimen was going to be toughest of all. Alas, a lifetime of eccentricity and a skoche of greed played together nicely.”
Danny
Christmas came early for Tommy.
Two front teeth; man Santa rocked the Casbah this year. He had a full set of pearly whites before any of his friends.
On Christmas day, after all the presents were open, a single card remained in the tree.
To Tommy:
We regret to inform you that your federal health plan mandates a recall on your teeth. Times are tough and so is beef jerky to a senior citizen.
From Santa.
The brass bell on top of the tree suddenly came free and fell hard onto Tommy’s mouth ringing loudly.
A president got his wings.
Erin
That pesky door to door sells man was getting on my nerves. Who would have thought buying one book to get rid of him, only encouraged him to keep coming back until he sold the full set. I didn’t have time for this Single and Soap operas that was me, life really didn’t show any signs get any better.The door bell rang. I sighed deeply and went to the door to tell him off for the last time. He smiled and instead of passing me along the usual brochures and cheap gimmicks, a rose and chocolates he had in hand.
Norval Joe
One thing I hate about being a twin is all the questions.
How do people tell you apart? Are you identical? And then there’s always, “Who’s the oldest?”
We’re not sure who was born first.
My parents are compulsive collectors. Whether it’s depression era glass, souvenir thimbles or the latest beanie baby, they are always looking to add to their collections.
One day they stopped at a garage sale and there was a kid there that looked just like me.
You see, originally I was an only child, but my Mom and Dad just had to have the full set.
Justin
“Ok ladies, the time has come for us to go to war! The time to sit around and play bingo and watch daytime television is past. We will take what is ours. We will go to the front lines and we will fight! We will face the enemy and when they rise against us, we will strike them asunder. We will tear down doors and break into the store rooms. We will find objectives and we will take them until none are left! Listen up Grandma’s, the Beanie Baby Happy Meals are coming, and we will collect every single one!
JDavidBozdin
They were grand, ornate; figures of nobility. Alabaster and ebony warriors.
They gazed on her short round body and her red skin deepened with embarrassment and rage.
Why had this power, curse, been bestowed upon her?
She wanted to return to her own, where she was considered equal and their games innocent.
Fate, not choice forced her move and she slid across the patterned floor toward his Majesty.
Leaning into his ear she whispered “Check…mate”, and slid the blade between his ribs.
Regardless of her bloody victory, they all knew a checker made queen, would never make a full set.
Anima
Pam and Jimbo deserve each other. She’s dumb as a box of rocks and he’s mean as a snake. ‘Tween the two of them, they don’t have a full set of teeth.
His idea of fun is to shoot his .45 at the dump. Pam packs snack cakes and lemonade when they go out.
“You got one!”
“Think I got his tail. I was thinkin’, fer yer birthday, whad’ja say to a fur coat?”
“Really?! Can I get a white rabbit one, from Frank’s Fur Market?”
“I’ze thinking grey, to match yer eyes – and I pert near got enough rats!”
Guy David
There was nothing left to do but go on playing. The stage have been set and there was no way out of it. We went bravely through our set, playing one song after the other to the sounds of echoing boos and an endless stream of flying tomatoes and body parts. Somehow, we managed to get through our whole set without a scratch. Later, as we set at our hotel room counting our money, our lead singer said “Never again. Never shell we sing to a crowd of orcs and trolls. From now on, it’s strictly human and elven audiences.”
TJ Aman
The President locked his steely gaze on the Dragon, screeching above the streets of Manhattan, fireballs and explosions in its wake. Taking a deep breath he leapt from Marine One, a length of cable in one hand, the enchanted sword from the capstone of the Washington Monument in the other. With a zzzzing the cable caught beneath the Dragon’s jaw as our nation’s president tightened his grip and plunged the sword home. The fiery beast crashed dead in Central Park. Miraculously, no lives were lost.
Tonight on FOX News, a full set of playground equipment crushed by Obama’s irresponsible show-boating.
Planet X
Dr. Odd observed the monkeys as they sat at the typewriters, replying to all of his fan mail.
Keeping a full set of notes on which was typing the fastest, which had the least amount of errors.
Lynda had already finished her third letter,
Jeffery hardly completed his second,
Justin had pulled the ribbon off his machine and was eating it,
and Guy, well Guy was just sitting there on top of the machine keeping beat to some imaginary music.
This was much more productive than with computers, then they had spent all their time watching porn on the internet.
Planet Z
Hyped as The Perfect Woman by every sports magazine, columnist, and television commentator, Eve the Automation was escorted to center court at Wimbledon, her silver skin shining in the summer sun.
Play.
Each supersonic ace and wicked return blasted past the Williams sister on the other end of the court, resulting in a full 6-0 set.
Before the next humiliating set was complete, the other sister ran from the sidelines and swung her racket at Eve’s head.
A dumb move on her part. Eve’s chassis and programming originated in a DARPA project, and the grass shone with freshly spilled blood.