Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Sixty-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 That’s not thunder, it’s….
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):
Guy David
The rules are simple. For every time I touch her, I have to wash three dishes. For every time we kiss, I have to take out the trash free times. For every time I touch one of her nipples, the laundry have to be made three times. It’s a dangerous game, but I play, forever bewitched by my love. Tomorrow, we are going to make love. I can only guess what the consequences would be. If you don’t hear from me by this time tomorrow, please spread my remains across the river and send my undying love for my lady.
Mick Bordet
I have drifted across these prairies and wandered along this trail for so many long, lonely years to no avail, but now that I have found you and can hold you in my arms, I can’t resist falling for your deadly charms. And I wonder how long it will be ’til the day that our love is torn apart by the games that we play.
With your animal instinct and my steel forty five, I am waltzing with werewolves, in love to survive. The full moon will highlight the claws of my bride; waltzing with werewolves, silver by my side.
TJ
The clock on the mantlepiece struck midnight as Miss Scarlet entered the lounge through the secret passageway. She froze, her heart in her throat as heavy footsteps passed in the hallway. She knew what she’d seen – or rather, what she hadn’t. The missing candlestick in the conservatory, the body splayed out, dark blood pooling … it was too horrible. As she moved to settle her nerves with a brandy, the looming shadows in the room disclosed her assailant. She shrieked, too late, her suspicions confirmed: Mrs. White, in the Lounge now, poised to strike once more with her bloodied candlestick.
Planet X-Ray
Mike’s lips and tongue traced a moist path from one freckle to another along
Linda’s soft neck and shoulders. As he reached under her loose fitting
peasant blouse, he cupped each of her small but firm and perky breasts in
his hands, messaging them gently.
“How do you like that little girl? You want more?” Mike asked.
A moan of emitted from Linda’s lips as Mike brushed back her pigtails and
softly nibbled on her left ear.
Softly Mike spoke into her ear, “Maybe tomorrow night we can play nurse and
doctor?”
Linda just answered, “Ahhhh… The games we play”.
Lynda
I didn’t mind so much when my family put me in a home because I never liked those
selfish bastards, and once I discovered strip bingo night I was sorry I didn’t
commit myself sooner!
At first it was a little weird, watching my new neighbors struggle to get their
shirts off when their first numbers were called, and I regretted having my cataracts
removed when some of them got close to winning, but then I made a load of new
friends when I yelled that all I needed was an O69.
That old coot Harold Blonksy hasn’t stopped laughing.
Anima
White pawn to dee four.
“I noticed your van double parked– Looks like you could use a hand…”
The classic opening move; Does this sound sincere?
Black pawn to dee five.
“I do have two, but if you are offering assistance…”
Queen’s gambit! This one’s a little sharpie… I like that!
White pawn to cee four.
“I have to run down the street for a few minutes, but I’ve got time to help
you move the rest of those boxes if you can wait. You shouldn’t have to do
all this manual labor alone…”
Will the queen accept or decline?
Ellybean
The fact that there was more liveliness in this place than there had been
for years brought joy to the families of the community so Greta knew her
team was counting on her. This shot could make or break everything they
worked so hard for. Saying a little prayer, she swung by the sweat of her
brow. The ball glided down the smooth surface and strike, she had made the
shot!
Cheers were let out all around! Greta had proudly won. She passed the wii
remote to the next player and a boisterous man declared “Prune juice is on
me!”
Justin
Marcus turned and fled. He dodged a torrent of pulse laser blasts. Dirt
showered everywhere. A boulder exploded near him and red filled his vision.
More zombies rose and Marcus slowed as they grasped at his. Guts flew around
him as zombies were massacred by the hail of beams and rockets. An
increasing number of explosions tossed him clear of the zombies. He headed
towards a knee-high fence and tried to jump it several times unsuccessfully.
A rocket hit him exploding him into giblets.
Marcus shoved the keyboard away, shouting at the screen.
“Stupid game! Let me jump the fence!”
Daniel
I drove my silver 1932 Roadster down to the Boardwalk.
This car is a real panty dropper, but I prefer to pay for the good stuff.
I blew my wad on the hooker and hotel.
Didn’t matter.
Payday was right around the corner.
I cruised around town to Marvin Gardens to get some blow, the good stuff.
Not the third rate shit they cut with baking soda over on Baltic Ave.
Live fast, die young.
I drove the panty dropper toward my house on Pacific to get high and die.
Didn’t see that damn cop until it was too late.
Norval Joe
Kent was excited to be at a party attended by most of the freshman at his small high school.
He was chunky and had complexion problems that facial clensers didn’t begin to clear.
He sat quietly in a group of the most popular kids in his class.
Someone put an empty bottle on the table and gave it a spin. It stopped and pointed at the head cheerleader.
“Truth or dare”, the football captain said.
“Dare,” she replied.
“I dare you to kiss your true love,” he grinned smugly.
She turned and gave Kent the first kiss of his life.
Planet Z
There was only one comic book, and both Bobby and Joey wanted it.
“Noisehair duel,” they said together and nodded.
“First one to cry or bleed loses,” said Joey.
Bobby didn’t cry when he broke his arm. Or his leg.
Joey didn’t cry at his father’s funeral.
They were cold, heartless kids. Numb to the core, the world had destroyed their capacity for tears.
Bobby and Joey passed the tweezers back and forth, the tiny pile of nose hairs growing slowly on the kitchen table.
Joey drew first blood, a tiny trickle of red.
Bobby took the polyethylene bag, smiling.
( wasn’t it “The Games We Play”? )