Welcome to the sixty-third 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 Rocky from the Northwest Territories of Edloe Island: Sleepwalking.
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
SOMETHING NEW
Due to popular demand, I am going to include stories that were sent to me, but without a recording. However, since the midget has left for sunny Coral Gables, Florida, those stories will just be posted in the show notes. You’re more than welcome to vote for them, but they will be ineligible for prizes or topic selection.
I feel that this is a fair balance between the podcast and blog natures of this content.
Feel free to share your thoughts on this decision in the comments, and we might possibly come up with an even better and more fair policy for handling these kinds of situations.
VOTING
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JENNY
She didn’t used to be like this.
Before it happened, she was different.
The assault.
She doesn’t like the word, she doesn’t use it.
She’s very [deeply], and mostly, it doesn’t even exist.
She only remembers when she sees glimpses of the girl she once was. Old journals, vibrant photos from before.
A friend that she hasn’t seen since before it happened.
A friend who recognizes her face, but nothing behind it.
I watch her everyday in the mirror and subway reflections.
Her heels tap hypnotically in a rhythm that says “Not now. Not now.”
I wonder where she’s going.
I wonder who she is.
CALEB
I’m not God. Used to be but I gave it up. Those poor sleepwalking fools. Once a year I would appear to one and give them the chance to ask any one question. They mostly fell into one of three categories: The avaricious like, “what stocks should I buy?” The stupid, “When and how will I die?” and the ponderous, “what’s the meaning of life?”.
Finally this one cat asks me, “do you like your work?” I hadn’t thought about it much but it turned out, I didn’t, so I gave it up. Get more respect as a bartender anyway.
TOM
It was always on the coldest nights of the year. Lenore would wander across the stone floor in bear feet making her way to the ruin of the west tower. Dead to the world in a sleep as deep as the one who lay in the vault below. The help had strict orders to let the lady of the manner go where she wilt. When she reached the tower the song began and none who heard it could long endure its deepless well of sorrow At dawn she was carried off to the bed in the vault of her twin.
ELISSON
Nick was one of those old guys who walked the mall every morning. A regular amongst the Davenport Mallwalkers, he’d been at it for over fifteen years now.
“I gotta get my exercise!” he’d say, heading past Macy’s at a brisk near-trot.
Last week, all that exercise was no help. Some guy stuck a gun in his face and demanded his wallet, and Nick must not have been quick enough coming up with it.
Nick’s sleeping the Forever Sleep now, but it doesn’t seem to slow him down any. I still see him walking the mall…
…but only at night.
GUY DAVID
I dare not go to sleep. If I go to sleep, I wake up somewhere else. It’s OK when I wake up in the canal between Nowhereville and Edloe Island, but that other time I woke up in this place, full of people with spikes who keep other people on a leash. I found out I lost my right arm that night and a knife was buried in my forehead. Cost me most of my lindens, that new arm, but that knife, I’m keeping that. Couldn’t afford to remove it, and anyway, the other avatars seems to think it cool.
TERRENCE
Raoul lived alone. He had for a lone time and he liked it that way.
Sure sometimes he got a little lonely but he could deal with it. He
had tried living with a roommate a long time ago but it did not work
out.
One night his roommate went to bed early. Raoul took the opportunity
and invited Eve over. They were half way through their visit when
Raoul spotted his roommate in the doorway. He could take the empty
milk cartons, he could even take the snoring, but the sleepwalking was
the last straw.
LAIEANNA
Bells chimed from the other room. Throwing back the covers and
falling into my shoes, I grabbed the lantern while dashing out the
bedroom door. The master was already halfway across the field before
I even left the cottage. He was wearing his wizard’s hat that gave
off the faintest of glows.
I followed as close as I could catch up, but for a moment I lost him
completely. When a dark cloud finally passed, I saw him still walking
through the air a few feet above me. I prayed he wouldn’t be over the
lake when he finally awoke.
CHRIS
When I awoke, I was standing on a stage surrounded by LOTS of people. Next to me on the stage an old man was holding out a book and reading from a prompter.
Where the hell am I?
I’ve been known to sleepwalk, but what’s odd about my condition is I’ve been known to do it for days. Most people don’t even realize I’m sleepwalking when I talk to them.
As my mind clears, I finally register the question the old man just asked.
“Do you solemnly swear to uphold the office of President of the United States?”
RADAR
Their hands reach out, selfishly clutching at things that will doom them. Their minds are darkened by “me, me, me”, their hearts full of malice at any who would get in their way. It’s a contest of epic proportions, who can claim the most victory by gulping down and swallowing the most defeat.
It matters not to them that they spread sorrow and misery to others around them, nor that they will become dust long before their plans of so-called happiness could possibly reap any reward other than shame. And so it goes, and so they continue on, ever sleepwalking.
MAMACITA
By the end of June I was already tired of the heat, and so bored I thought I was sleepwalking, when The Chief came strutting into the newsroom, looking to throw his weight around a little, just to show everybody why he was still The Chief and the one who made the decisions around here; I could tell he was gunning for me because he was waving my last assignment around in his greasy little fist telling me I’d gone over the word count again, and I said back to him, “One hundred words? That’s just one damn sentence.”
JUSTIN
My wife always said that I sleepwalk, but I didn’t believe her… until now.
While on vacation in Turkey recently, I pushed a woman over a bridge while sleepwalking.
My lawyer tried to get me out of it, unsuccessfully.
I was sentenced to thirty-five years in a prison on the outskirts of Istanbul for my crime.
I don’t sleepwalk anymore. Hell, I barely sleep. I live my days in constant fear that my cellmate, Big Willy, will make me bend over for another “special moment.” I wish I were dead.
Why couldn’t I have just sleepwalked off of that bridge?
Z
The Internet is the most complex and advanced communication tool ever built by man.
Spammer N’Gawi Mobutu saw it as a way to scam people out of their money.
He made millions.
The Russians took some of those millions for a trip to the space station, the most complex and advanced vehicle ever built by man.
Mobutu saw it as just a fun way to spend the weekend.
Disgusted, the crew shoved Mobutu into the airlock and claimed he sleptwalked out into space.
Oxygen is the most basic and simple biological requirement needed by man.
Good luck finding it, Mobutu.
Thanks to everyone for sending in their stories, and I look forward to what you’ve got to write (and say) next week.
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