Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Fifty-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 Tunnel Vision
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Tom
When Lenny was a kid TV was littered with cheesy SciFi. His favorite was The Time Tunnel. They had time tunnel vision passive and active. A projection from within the tunnel showed the control room staff the dire straights our lads had landed themselves. It had that TV within TV thing going you got on the Burns and Allen Show sans George. Active time tunnel vision happened at the stroke of 55 when the control room ripped them out of time; our heroes swirled around in time goo. Even at the time it look like guppies in a toilet bowl
Terazzabyte
“You couldn’t hit the side of Deathstar with Jawa Ion Blaster”, said Luke.
“Oh yeah”, replied Darth. “I bet you can’t even do an invisible death grip on a Dagobah dung beetle.”
Can to…
Cannot…
Luke thinks for a minute and tells Darth to look to the side. Just as Darth turns his head, Luke throws a rock at his helmet.
“HEY! What was that for?”
“To show you how stupid that helmet is for any type of combat. You have so much tunnel vision in that thing that you can’t even tell if your Imperial fly is down.”
AM Earley
Depression sucks. Not clinical depression that is an actual medical problem, but feeling suddenly unhappy. I can get twenty compliments in one day, and still focus solely on the one negative comment. I totally tunnel vision upon one comment going over in my head like a broken record. And it’s that he thinks one habit I have is annoying. I am not a bad person. He feels annoyed. I know I can do nothing to change his mind. It is his problem, not mine.
I’m still stuck in the tunnel.
I need to change the mental radio station in here.
Zackmann
We have been trying to find new ways to see in our tunnels. Yes, we did find a use for those
solar powered miner’s helmets? When we had them redesigned to have batteries. They are
taken to the sun room and can be used for half of the night cycle. We can have families move
in when we have mined the valuable minerals using concrete made from the rocks like Walmart
does with old stores back on earth. We are happy living on the moon and in fact we have a
bright future and a vision for our tunnels.
Todd/Luke
I punch 122 on the remote and settle in to Imagine Greater.
I hear “We need to talk.” off to my right.
“Klingon Bird of Prey decloaking off the starboard bow.” said Mr. Sulu.
“Red alert! Shields up, evasive maneuvers!”
She moves to stand in front of the TV.
“Did you forget what we talked about last night?”
“Computer, access all communications in the past 24 hours.”
“Command functions are offline.”
“Damn. Mr. Sulu, activate tunnel vision.”
“Tunnel vision, aye.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“Are you even listening to me? Fine, I’m going shopping”
Whew, that was a close one.
Chris
My name is Silvermoon and I have what is called tunnel sight.
“I was in my cave sleeping when I awoke to a little human boy! And it
was running around me! I hate humans. They only care about
themselves.”
“What did you do Silvermoon, I bet you shredded the little vermin?”
Asked a werewolf named Black Stripe.
“Hold on I’m getting to that part. Well it kept running until it
tripped and fell. I got up and picked the thing up and then-‘ I paused
for effect.
“What?” Asked Black Stripe.
“I shredded it.”
TJ
Feelin’ down and dirty, feelin’ kinda mean
Down in this mine, lord I’ll never get clean
Crew just pulled a caper, don’t think it’ll work
I’m triple-crossin’ those double-crossin’ jerks
Fill my eyes that tunnel vision
No disguisin’, that tunnel vision
Oo, when they roped me in, for to commit their sin
Tunnel vision, oh it seems to get the best of them.
Gun pulled on the foreman, payroll out the door
Bombs in one bag, the money in the o’er
Gimme the explosives, hide out in the mine
They pull the switch, and that really blows their mind
Refrain.
Steven
Consciousness returns. Slowly. Stickily.
I don’t want to open my eyes.
Trickles of memory seep back. Finding the old box, the curved horn inside.
Something pushes against my mind. My eyelids open.
My daughter is on the couch. On the floor. In the hall.
My head wobbles, unbalanced by the single horn. Runes crawl
underneath my skin. No time to think — it’s coming back.
Stumble over my wife’s shattered corpse to the closet. Pentagrams
flare on my flesh. I get the .45.
Finger on the trigger. Barrel to my eyes.
This demon’s gonna have one bad case of tunnel vision.
Danny
Once upon a time in the sad, pathetic state of Florida, while walking down a long, dark tunnel, along a set of abandoned high speed rail tracks, my friend suddenly spots a light and hears train noises. My friend screams, “It must be an oncoming train!” “No, it can’t be,” I tersely replied, “Governor Scott turned down all the federal funding for high speed rail.” Upon closer inspection, the light was actually just a flashlight carried by a hobo running down the tracks towards us, making train noises with his mouth. “Wow,” my friend states, “he really must have tunnel vision.”
Norval Joe
Sir Mugwort knelt before his king. His robes were a tattered remnant of their former resplendence, his armor dented and tarnished. “My Liege,” he rasped. “My life I have dedicated unwaveringly to this search for the grail. I have never lost sight of this goal. Indeed, in the mines below the White Mountains, The Virgin Mother appeared before me in the passage and urged me on. And yet I have failed thee.” “Despair not, good knight. Focussed vision alone will not win you a prize,” the youthful but wise king said and raised his golden goblet to toast the knight.
Planet Z
The sages told Prince Blovdor of their vision:
A champion would swim up the River Sop into Mount Dammit to face Baron Von Dwarfenstein in his deadly tunnels of feargems.
Blovdor pointed out that swimming the Sop upriver is a challenge enough, but to face Dwarfenstein afterwards?
No armor.
Maybe a dagger tied to his calf.
“Perhaps you can best him in a contest of riddles?” said a sage.
“I’m not good at riddles,” said Blovdor. Then, he grinned. “But you old farts are.”
One by one, the sages swam the river. And, later, each decapitated, mauled corpse floated back.
If you wanted scary I could’ve asked the Midget to sing … :P