Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Thirty-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 Penguins!
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
Tom
His black coat glisten in the sun. Black pear eyes glared at the Anaheim studio. As he dropped the violin case it rotated and he flipped the clasps. Out popped the min Uzi “Say hello to my little friend” yell the penguin. A hail of bullets dropped a dozen Disney execs. They crumple like autumn leaves in a Osterizer. From under a desk someone cried “Why?”
“You stole my life story so dance bastard” He peppered the floor will bullets. Up popped the CEO in the middle of a buck and wing the penguin dropped him
Happy feet my ass
AM Earley
My home has become a black, white, and pink warzone. I’m outnumbered six to one, even the dogs are females. If I am not going to loose my home when puberty comes around I need to make allies – quick.
Fortunately, my three daughters are obsessed with only penguins and princesses. Movies, Plushies, toys, everything.
So I gave my oldest all my old Batman comics, starting with the ones featuring Penguin.
I made my middle one is a sports nut. Guess which hockey team is her favorite?
The last one is the challenge. How do I connect with a toddler convinced penguins are perfect ballerinas?
Earley Midnight Production & Design
Life is our Art
Searching for a Medium
Steven
?She doesn’t know what to make of me. “You’re a long way from home.”
I waddle closer. The male with her frowns. “Don’t polar bears eat
them things?”
She leans over and smiles at me. “They live by the South Pole.
Didn’t you pay any attention to the movie?”
He grunts and tries to kick me. I waddle to the side and peck her
ankle. She screams as I dive into the bushes.
Next month, in the full moon’s light, I will meet my werepenguin
bride. We will hunt the man.
And he will feed our chicks all winter long.
Katwood
There comes a time in every young penguin’s life when they must venture out from the colony and see the world. For Pengy, this time had come. After packing his things and saying good bye to his friends and family, he left for his travels. During his adventures, he encounters numerous strange and interesting creatures, many of which become his lifelong friends and allies, and…
“No,” the boss said, “Why bother even trying to write for a kids’ game? Go get the license to something that’s currently popular and use one of the templates instead. Those brats’ll still buy it.”
Zackmann
Isn’t it weird how those animal rights activists “rescued” us from that horrible place that we had
trained the people to feed us?
Although I enjoyed being waited on hand and foot by those zoo keepers, all safe from hunters
and predators, this adventure has been fun. I have never been on a ship before since I was
born in the zoo.
Does it snow in the Galapagos Islands where the zoo keepers said we came form? All this cold
and snow I don’t think we can survive here. Some penguins don’t belong near the South Pole.
Danny
After the loud explosion, the two Penguins spent what seemed like months stuck in the same cage. Luckily, the food and water was plentiful, no need to eat each other. Fortunately one day, without warning, the door to the cage opened, and the penguins emerged from their prison, breathing the fresh air of freedom for the first time. The air smelled strange, like death. The buildings were destroyed, the streets were in decay. Humanity had finally destroyed itself. Then, one penquin turned to the other, and asked, “What’s the point of this?”
Ted
It’s our fault Antarctica University closed down.
Some of us kappas got drunk and decided to eat a giant penguin.
A terrible scandal ensued. The President apologized to the U.N., called us barbarians.
The papers asked how it tasted. We told them the truth: the outside was tough, fibrous, hard to cut through, but inside, my God, the flesh was so tender and succulent, though the meat and organs were surprisingly small for such a large animal.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” Brian added, “we don’t even have any sports teams! What was Dean Wilson doing in a mascot costume?”
Mrs. Abe
The penguins huddle together, soaked with sweat and urine, smothered under the dark musty blanket.
Suddenly they are seized, plunged into freezing water, and beaten savagely over and over again. Red liquid fills the chamber.
Eventually the beating stops, but they are soon shoved into the hotbox. Scorching blasts of air singe them as they tumble against each other, groggy from the heat and queasy from the motion.
Finally, barbarically, they are turned inside out and left to hang outside–wet and swaying gently in the winter breeze.
Yep, it ain’t easy being penguins on a kid’s red flannel pajamas.
TJ
When zoos invented warm-water penguins so people in the rest of the
world could enjoy them, they flourished in the temperate climates and
lack of natural enemies. They quickly became too numerous and the zoos
made them available for pets. This was awesome. I got one of the first
penguins. I named her Penny. She waddles around and floops into the tub
when she needs a swim. She can get into the tub just fine on the ramp I
made her but she’s sort of … penguin-shaped, so she needs, like, a
boost to get out again. Penguins are AWESOME!
Norval Joe
“How can someone be claustrophobic and aggorophobic at the same time,” Oswaldo asked.
“I don’t know,” Bertram said, “but just look at him. He’s a quivering mass of black and white feathers. One moment he’s hot and bothered because everyone’s standing too close around him. So we all move away to give him space and he’s flapping about and squaking like he’s about to lay an egg.”
“Do you think that’s how he stays so slim?” Oswaldo asked, “all that nervous energy?”
“No,” Bertram fluffed his feathers and said, “he just doesn’t eat much. They says he’s hydrophobic as well.”
Planet Z
The phone won’t stop ringing.
I don’t want to answer it.
I can’t answer it.
I don’t have caller ID, but I know who it is.
Or… what it is.
It’s that damned penguin.
I was at the zoo, I was watching the penguins swim around in the tank.
I was using my cell phone to record a movie of them.
That’s when someone bumped me from behind.
And I dropped my cell phone into the tank.
They must have dried it out or something.
What? It’s someone from the zoo calling?
No. It’s those penguins.
I’m sure of it.