Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Fifty-Three, 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 “In my happy place”
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Tom
In my happy place there are racks and racks of ordinance. I go there to fire off a few thousand rounds. In the real world I do my best to be a beacon of unconditional love. My job is to reassure, divert self-recrimination, say everything is going to be OK. I absorb anger, spill out the milk of human kindness by the truckload. To renewth my soul I go to my happy place a free fire zone where things go boom. Infinite ammo with infinite moving targets. I know it puerile, but it helps me get me through the day.
Zackmann
There’s a bald guy parked on the corner saying “Hey kid, your a reader aren’t you? Got a free
audio book, right here. It will put you in your happy place, well actually mine will more likely
make you scream and grab your reproductive parts but you know how it goes.”
“Is that a good idea ?” I ask.
“Dare you to try it”
“Just one book”
“You’ll be back”
I don’t like the harm caused by other products marketed this way but I am happy to see the
podiobooks.com truck after every rodeo and concert.
David
My mind went dark. My heart beat stopped. My life bled dry. I was a lost within my own labyrinth of lust and when I awoke I was driven to kill. In the slaughter. In the murder. I found my new happy spot. It was the only thing to satisfy the pain that dwelt in my heart that never was to beat again. I did not ask to be turned. She was hot. She was willing and she was drunk; I had thought. The kissing was fantastic. The petting was mind blowing. The biting was intoxicating. Exhilarating. Painful. Then excruciating!
Danny
Once upon a time, while in my happy place, I was skipping down a path dreaming of a warm embrace. Then I suddenly tripped, falling flat on my face. Now, this was totally screwing with my mantra, this is supposed to be a happy place. Time to regroup; figure out where my happy place is, because I’m certain it cannot be found in a courtroom suing the owner of the sidewalk. So I went to the store, picked up some cement, and fixed the sidewalk myself. Now I’m back in my happy place, skipping down the path, dreaming of a warm embrace.
Terrazabyte
Blind dates always bring out the best in people. We have but a few hours to express our most endearing qualities. We show superlative manners and unsurpassed sensitivity when listening to family stories or thirty minute narratives about broken relationships.
Apparently two hours of this communiqué is all that is within me. I get to the second date but never to a third. I don’t know if it’s because the second date shows a truer view of myself or that my doctors insist on being there to unlock my jacket and medicate me… to keep me in my happy place.
I have a special place that I travel to when all that surrounds me is heavy with worry and unrest.
Every so often, this quest to reach this spot will take days to complete and yet on other days I find my trip was but a mere step away.
In each of these excursions to come across this unique area, the physical distance to traverse has always been identical; however, the directions to reach there are never the same.
Unknown to any map and never a picture taken, its bliss and beauty are exclusive to one although everyone can visit.
TJ
Emily has paste in her hair. Steven put it there.
Johnny laughed. Janie tried to help.
Ricky’s in the corner sobbing because
Jeremy threw a toy train at him.
I know this because Susie
Came running up to tell me.
Her developing sense of justice
Demands some satisfaction.
It seems like one child trips and falls,
Twelve people text each other about it
But no one helps him up.
So for me, this space, right here,
this 30-inch by 30-inch by 20-inch cave
underneath my desk, my first day of teaching?
This is the happiest place I can be now.
Norval Joe
I didn’t have much of a family life as a child. My father hated my mother and my mother hated me. Neither let me have a moment of happiness, if they could help it. So when she came into my life there was a wall built up around my heart I wasn’t quick to take down. But she snuck her way in and tore those walls down and filled me with happiness unlike anything I could imagine. When she walked out, she left a hole in my happy place. The joy poured out of my heart and left only pain.
Planet Z
A letter arrived at Utopia Colony from Disney.
It was a cease-and-desist order.
“We have the rights to ‘The Happiest Place On Earth’ and, by spending a lot of money on our Disneyland, feel that Utopia Colony infringes upon our registered trademark by actually creating the happiest place.”
Utopia Colony disagreed. “We have no crime, sickness, poverty, or pollution. We’ve earned that Happiest Place title. Come here and see for yourselves.”
So, the lawyers arrived. And the Utopians killed them all and used their bodies for fertilizer.
(You see, in Utopia Colony, killing annoying and unhappy outsiders isn’t a crime.)
The midget read my story with great passion. Well done, midget, well done.