I’m not sure about the science of it, but every time we see a rainbow here in Skittles Valley, it rains bits of colorful candy.
Everybody runs around with buckets, catching the candy.
When all of our silos are full, the candy company comes around and buys up our annual harvest.
However, every now and then, there’s a double rainbow.
Nobody’s standing around with a camera shouting “WHAT DOES IT MEAN?”
Instead, we run to our cellars and wait for the storm to pass.
Glass breaks.
Wood splinters.
The winds howl.
What does it mean?
Insurance rates are going up.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #9
Many folk have Astralprojected into my bedroom to ask how do you tom write a 100 word story.
I have to say I’ve had quite a bit of luck using my right index finger. I don’t have that much control with my left finger. The words get pretty wobbly and hard to make out when you use the left index finger. The trick to legible fingermanship is the writing surface. Wood is too hard. I use the bottom of a dish drainer. The fingernail should not dig too deeply into the paper. A strong light behind the page aids reading.
What On Earth?
Everybody’s going to the new salon on Fifth Street.
For some reason, it’s all the rage, but the styles they come up with are dreadful.
“You look like you stuck your finger in a light socket,” I told my friend. Her hair was standing a foot tall from her head. “What on earth made you do such a thing?”
Then I caught a sparkle inside her hair. The updo was meant to conceal an antenna.
But there was a fully-exposed pod on the back of her neck. No coverage at all.
They might conquer earth, but they’ll never be in-style.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #8
Many folk are using basketball PA systems to ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
When I was but a boy my pa took me out in the desert one winter. He asked me if cactus have sharp pointy things? I didn’t like the way this stories way going. I got the feeling there was some deeper moral hiding in an act of stupidity that led to pain. When he started taking his clothes off, I decided it was time to go home. “Where you going son, I’ve got a teachable moment going on here.” No GOOD.
Hear The Horns
The world is out of sync.
Maybe God got the speed of sound and the speed of light got mixed up this morning, but now I hear things before I see them.
The alarm going off before the clock showed 6.
Birds singing on empty telephone wires.
I try to cross the street and I hear cars honking, the screeching of brakes.
But it’s a red light. The WALK sign is lit.
I am crushed to the curb.
Hit by a car?
People shouting. Sirens. Unseen hands lift me.
So much pain.
I still haven’t seen what hit me yet.
Wings of Desire
Jimmy and John built wings made out of cardboard. Cut into thousands of pieces some as thin as paper others more to the size of bone they covered the surface will shellac and linseed oil sewed the overlapping sections with spider silk Jimmy found in the back of the Chinese medicine shop. They climbed on top of the cliff at Pirate’s Cove. Jumping off the edge an ocean breeze sent them soaring upward. They flew around till sunset, landed and went home. The next day Jimmy’s family moved to Manitoba. John waved goodbye and knew he would never fly again.
How To Write 100 Word Stories #7
Many folk have used ESP to ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
It’s not the words you have to watch out for, it those devilish punctuation. Oh they may look harmless, but they brood, fester and lie in wait to ensnare the unwary. Let me underscore this, “Commas are the Devil’s Work. “Where the hell do you put them in a quotation,” he said? Dashes dashes not good not good. The periods, there are so many of them … too many of them. Its not safe, slash them all, what’s that: Oh no a SEMICOLON iiiiiiiiiiii
Laminated
Flat Stanley became flat when a bulletin board fell on him.
You believe that he went on a series of wild adventures, right? Catching art thieves, sliding under doors, and mailing himself to far-off distant lands?
What really happened was a quiet, closed-coffin funeral.
His little brother Arthur was traumatized, shipped off to a mental hospital.
Every time his parents visited, he’d hand them another book he’d written about Stanley.
Alive. Adventuring.
Under his hospital bed, they found crushed and laminated mice.
“Experiments,” said Arthur, grinning
He escaped last night. Stole a steamroller.
Oh my God! The Mall!
Stop him!
How To Write 100 Word Stories #6
Many folk have sent the entrails of fowl to ask how do you tom write a 100 word story
It’s a secret. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. I would have to use the ceremonial pen to do it. Believe me that is not a nice way to go out. There’s all that ink, all those holes. Why you might ask is it a secret? Why its been past down in a unbroken chain for 1000s of years from one sanitation journeyman to a willing domestic engineer during our yearly lodge meeting in secret.
Weekly Challenge #248 – I saw the light!
Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Forty-Eight, 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 I saw the light!
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Tom
Jack kept the rhyme of the compressions as constant as possible. Danny didn’t look good. Lake Michigan is not a body to take lightly in November. “1000 one 1000 two 1000 three.” Press Press Press. Jack saw Danny pitch off the peer in an endless series of slow motion frames. It felt like forever till he hit the water, but in fact it was no more than five seconds. One final hit sent water gushing from Danny’s mouth, he coughed, retched coughed and eyes slowly rolled open. “I saw the light” he rasped. “So have I kid so have I.”
Dave
They say happy cows live in California. We ain’t just happy. We are as high as the giant sequoia tree tops. We ain’t chewing grass and weed for nothing.
My cousin, Brad, got so high once he accidentally ate a burrito. How do you accidentally eat a burrito? I don’t know. The whole incident is clouded in mystery and drama. But he swears it happened. Since that day, Brad was different. You could say he saw the light. Now he strictly eats mushrooms. Brad then tried to milk a bull. I hear they have an apartment over on polk street.
TJ
The air in the revival tent was dusty and hot. They’d set it up in the
afternoon, in the heat of the day, and the thick canvas held the heat
like an oven as parishioners crowded in. Sweat rolled off Brother
Michael’s face as his vociferous invective wrestled souls for God.
Three choruses of “I Saw the Light” and Jenny Reynolds, her feet
moving independent of fear or will, stepped forward to be healed. Unsure
of her ailment, Michael, moved by the spirit, dutifully laid his hands
on her. She shrieked, spasmed, and fell. No longer carrying her
brother’s child.
Steven
“I was still twelve and just a kid,” I told my class, “when I went
fishing with my friend Beth. She caught five, and I caught four.
That’s because she had all the good bait, and I just had leftover
hotdogs. We walked home, and then there was a bright light, and the
UFO landed. The aliens said -”
“Jasper,” said Mr. Hamlin, “a biography is a true story about our
lives, not science fiction.”
“Yessir,” I said, as the class laughed at me.
They sure were surprised when my real parents came to pick me up in
our flying saucer.
Zackmann
I think I see light again. I will be free at least for a while. I am a man of paper, thin and
laminated. I was created to educate. I travel across the country. If I am lucky in a family car over
vacation or on an airplane to visit relatives of the families I stay with but most of my traveling
is first class. Unfortunately that is first class US mail. Sometimes I want to open the envelop
myself but I need some to open it.
You may have heard of my legendary travels because I am Flat Johnny.
No one could have predicted the changes when we discovered how to make structures out
of light. Since it did not keep the rain out we decided against making homes but the people in
North Dakota who bought the military surplus missile silos found them great for decorating their
indoor gardens. The people in California were happy because we made lamps out of light and
it was much cheaper than PG&E. The good thing our products made of light would dim and
vanish in a year, job security. Sometimes the pieces are too big and I saw the light
Danny
I woke up one morning realizing what a wretched man I had become. Images of those who had been in my life before, they had clearly moved on. Why could I not move forward? Must I always be stuck in the past? Then, I literally died. Standing on the precipice of the great void, I heard the collective consciousness of the universe, and realized that I existed long before I was born. I could feel the energy from the well where we all come from, one day I will go home. From the depths of this darkness, I saw the light.
TerazzaByte
I always wanted to be a movie star and last week I had my big break.
I was walking down Sunset Boulevard and came across a film crew setting up for a shoot.
They were looking for extras and I jumped up and down to get their attention.
I jumped so high that I hit my head on the microphone boom and knocked myself out.
When I came to, I saw the light of cameras shining directly at me.
Not the film crews’ cameras, but some dude with a cell phone uploading my little incident to YouTube.
I am a STAR!
Norval Joe
Curt and Bob walked along the rural highway. The narrow two lane road stretched across the featureless terrain toward the horizon.
Curt asked for the hundredth time, “So, Bob. You didn’t notice the flashing red light?”
“I told you already,” Bob snapped, “I saw the light. But there are always lots of lights.”
Curt muttered, “I would take a flashing red light on a nuclear control panel pretty seriously.”
“Water under the bridge, Curt. I’m getting hungry. Do you think the meltdown destroyed the town?”
“I’d think so, Bob. It’s gonna be a while before we find some fresh brains.”
Justin
The luchador walked into the convenience store and took of his hat. He went to the back of the store, being ignored by the big city shoppers, despite being in full, masked, luchador wardrobe. He picked up the gallon of milk he came for, then got in line.
He was peering at the DVD rack and considering ‘Are We There Yet’ when three men walked in quickly with their faces covered by grinning plastic politicians. The luchador beat them up. One rolled on the floor moaning “Look at the pretty lights …” Then the luchador paid for his milk and left.
Planet Z
We were doing seventy on Cleveland Road heading North towards 161.
That’s when I saw the light.
It was red.
It was raining, and there was no way we were going to slow down.
So, I closed my eyes, made a wish, and somehow we made it through that intersection alive.
Yes. We.
I had someone with me.
And he was scared out of his fucking mind.
As we turned into Knight’s Ice Cream, I think I said something like “That was really cool.”
But I don’t remember what I said, or what flavor ice cream I got.
Probably chocolate.