Welcome to the 100 Word Stories podcast at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com.
This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
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LIZZIE
“A polar front is approaching…” and I didn’t hear anything else.
Nowadays, it’s either too cold or too hot, too windy, too stormy, too something, too whatever.
The polar front is just another weather (aka stressful) event that comes for a visit to this quiet little country in the South of Europe.
The weather website mentions temperatures of 15C (that is 59F).
I think that’s OK. 15 degrees is not that polar.
Now that I think of it… if it starts to snow here, I’ll have to write something else about how silly I was for believing the Internet.
RICHARD
Attraction
They say opposites attract. I’m not so sure.
When I met my wife, we had plenty in common: Similar musical tastes, a shared passion for the same kinds of movies, and a range of interests we jointly pursued.
Now, according to her, we’ve somehow become polar opposites.
She’s an angel – I’m the devil incarnate. She’s always right – I’m always in the wrong. Her needs are paramount – mine, unimportant. And all her family and friends are wonderful, special people – mine are a bunch of losers and reprobates.
But I’ve learned one thing…
Opposites certainly do not attract!
SERENDIPIDY
I fed him to the polar
JERRY
Johnny looked out the window of his bedroom.
Across the snow covered yards.
Across the snow covered field.
Across the line of leafless trees with snow outlining their branches.
It was after midnight but something far away had awakened him.
The iron tracks at the railroad crossing stretched north past the horizon.
To the south a distant light wavered coming nearer.
It was a powerful black engine with white steam poring into the sky above it.
The passenger cars followed behind.
Johnny smiled as he lifted the window and edged through to the ground below.
It was the Polar Express.
TOM
Home From the Hill
The polar coordinates showed he was high and outside. Ben executed multiple thruster corrections. A pulsing blue vector “X” nudged in line with a pulsing red vector “X”. The high pitched response speaker cut off, which made deep thought a bit easier. Ben feed the new polar coordinates in to his right input panel. A green X appear on his heads up. “Not my favorite mode of descent,” he mused to ships board computer. “Like you had an opinion, monkey boy.” A tongue of flame set the landing pad a glow. “Me nail banana” hooted Ben. “Not impressed.” chided Sexy.
JON
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Jon DeCles
It’s easy to get obsessed with things you don’t understand. Rond got obsessed with the word polar. Thought at first that bipolar disorder meant having too much negative and positive energy at the same time. Sat still for almost a month, doing absolutely nothing. They took it for meditation, which it might have been.
Found out the Earth had a north and a south pole and booked a tour of Antartica, then headed north. The Inuit talked about polar bears, but Rond heard bare instead of bear, got confused about magnetic and geographic and was found meditating, polar and bare.
NORVAL JOE
Billbert scratched his head. “Are you telling me that you and Mom have superpowers?”His father blushed. “Well, actually, just your mother. Not me. I married into the family.
PLANET Z
Fierce winds ripped across the endless snow and ice.
Listen to the windmill generators creak as they power the station.
You can look out the window, but you won’t see anything.
The night never ends in June… it will be months before the sun rises again over the South Pole.
We walk through tunnels from one insulated hut to another, checking readings and conducting experiments and analysing samples.
At night… well, during the evenings, we cook dinner and play cards.
And no hiding any aces up your sleeve, either.
Cheating gets you one minute outside, where it’s a hundred below.