Welcome to the 100 Word Stories podcast at podcasting.isfullofcrap.com. I’m your host, Laurence Simon.
This is Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Sixty-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 “Toast”
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Rah
“Female. 45 years old. Third degree burns on upper right arm.”
The skin was split, glossy.
Sizzling bacon. Popping fat.
Charred skin and yellow adipose tissue.
Burnt buttered toast.
Paul vomited.
Two years for an associate’s degree in nursing, working small jobs in off hours to pay the bills; his first assignment was burn ward.
“Another smoke break Paul?” the doctor asked. He chuckled and walked away.
Paul grunted and continued to watch traffic on the overpass. An unlit cigarette hung from his lips.
“Beats part-time at the Waffle House”, his roommate had commented this morning.
Yeah right, Paul thought.
Tom
Your toast Timmy.
I can explain Frankie.
Don’t think so, Big Louie
Isn’t pleased and when Louie
Is displeased dis isn’t good.
“Hows bout I just disappear.”
“Just what we zz had in mind”
Two pop Timmy hits the floor
Like Lewis in the 5th round.
Frankie folds Timmy’s arms
Cross this chest and places a lily in his hand.
Don’t he look peaceful mused Frankie
All Easter Sunday.
Two pop echo off the garage roof
Frankie tumbles into 47 Packard trunk
Little Rude tows a red blow on to Frankie’s chest.
Merry Chirstmas Frances.
From the shadows comes two pops.
AM Earley
“A toast to the newlywed couple.”
“A toast to our hockey team going to the playoffs.”
“No toast to our basketball team who lost the playoffs.”
“A moment of silence for all the victims of the tornados.”
The foursome didn’t say anything, but the room wasn’t silent. Twenty televisions still blasted away in the sports bar.
Ten minutes into their meal, all the televisions went out. Groans and yells persisted into the bar until the owner emerged from the back. “I can’t get anything on the computer to work. It’s all toast.”
“A toast to technology. It’s great, only when it works.”
Danny
Jack sat in his favorite chair in front of the fire, toasting his feet on a cold snowy evening at his remote cabin in the northwestern mountains. Satisfied with the results of his previous hunts, the meat was preserved and safely stored in his outdoor freezer. With supply cabinets full, and wild nuts picked earlier toasting by the fire, Jack was ready to settle in for the long winter ahead. With the wind howling outside, Jack knew that anyone caught in this storm would quickly be toast. He prayed for their safe passage, then fell asleep as the night closed in.
Zackmann
We need to fight the bad press Atkins gave the baked goods industry. My plan is to start
something called ToastCon. We will get people to come together and celebrate bread. When
people are in lines waiting to register we will bring them a breakfast of Toast with choice of
butter, honey, jam, or jelly. We will have women dressed as bread slices. Pan Panels about
baking, building your own toaster, bread in popular culture, and impact of bread on society.
Music by Throwing Toasters. The bread company CEO then interrupted saying “Wheat a minute
sir, will this really work?”
TJ Aman
When I see Dave and Rebecca here today I can’t help but cast my mind
back to where these crazy kids were just one year ago. Rebecca was just
a shy, wide-eyed kid at the checkout counter open to new life and new
possibilities. Who could’ve known that fateful day, she could be
ringing up the groceries of the man she would be spending the rest of
her life with? Certainly not Dave, who as it happens was sleeping with
me at the time, so welcome to marital bliss, Becky, and make sure your
shots are up to date. L’chaim.
Norval Joe
“Hey buddy,” Carl shouted; loud enough to be heard over the noisy crowd. “Can I get another stack of toast over here?”
“Hold your horses, pal,” the lead chef growled back, “we got a lot of people calling for the same thing. You’ll just have to wait your turn.”
It was true. Several cooks rushed about and handed out toast as quick as they could pull it from the dozen toasters lined up on the work bench.
“Whatever,” Carl said. “I only have half this roof shingled. If it rains before I get done, your the ones who’ll be sorry.”
Planet Z
Curiosity killed the cat, and nearly everybody else with it.
You see, I grew up hearing that the buttered side of the toast always lands face down.
And cats always land on their feet.
So, I taped some buttered toast to the back of a cat and dropped it.
What a fool I was.
The barrier between our world and dreams came down, torn apart by the quantum storms. Shadows reached out from the darkness, the walls
Millions… billions of lives lost because I just had to mess around with elemental forces.
Not that there’s much left, but I will never play with my food ever again.
Toast? Always think of software that has cost me over $1,200 just to burn CDs.
Yeah I bought it – as a musician i knew/know what it’s like to work a couple of years on an album and end up with zero
But the corporate brainwashing about “file sharing” being an inalienable right has changed everything.
Free might be good but it doesn’t pay MY bills . .
Toast, you’ve ripped me off so many times since buying the first edition – so excuse the pun but i feel like i’ve been burnt.
Now I’m looking . . Where’s the freebie download?
I was going to use the title “Toast by a Jilted Ex” but I thought that might telegraph too much (especially when the story is only 100 words to begin with).
Truth be told, the one definition of toast I deliberately left out was – “Raising a toast in one’s honor, receiving much acclaim (the Toast of Broadway).” This was the central theme of my first draft of Toast, but that first draft ended in a very bloody shooting. Given my penchant to be quite dark, brooding, and negative, I decided to scrap that story for the one I decided to submit. That story only used 3 of the 4 definitions, I’m sorry, raising a toast to Jack’s northwestern mountain scene, it just didn’t fit the theme. Remember, I accept the challenge of fitting as many definitions of a word into a weekly challenge submission, not all of the definitions. But I assure you, the first time I’m able to submit an entry that uses all definitions of a word, I will rub it in your face. Sleep tight, my children. Yours truly, Danny Dwyer.
I’ve already forgotten what I was supposed to put in the comments section: Foreign languages? Foreign objects? “Crazy” would be fun. I also think “Misheard” would be a good one — everyone take the topic you sent in and write your story as if you’d misheard it. Entirely up to you, of course. Your sixth anniversary is coming up — go nuts! :D