How long have you had that phone?
We can look that up, you know.
Walk in to the store, your phone looks for WiFi, and we know you’re here.
We look up your name, your device information, your credit rating.
Your browser history, to see if you’re looking for a new phone.
And looking at our competition, of course.
Oh, and how often you have to charge your phone.
In case we can upsell you a battery pack or two.
Maybe a smart watch. And a tablet.
We do value your privacy.
As much as we can sell it for.
Sort
Early in life, Melvin showed a talent for sorting.
He sorted his socks, his papers, everything.
His parents would have him sort mixed salad and mixed vegetables at dinner parties.
The university gave him high marks in sorting, and the government hired him to sort things out.
There were protests about racism and sexism and all kinds of isms, but after a while, people realized that Melvin’s sorting actually made things better.
People got along better with people like themselves.
No wars, no crimes. Everyone was happy.
It’s hard to have a hate-crime when there’s nobody different around to hate.
Piers Morgan
Piers Morgan woke up, identified as an elephant, and went to the bathroom.
It was a tight fit, being an elephant, but he managed to get in.
He crushed the toilet and broke the mirror.
His shower head was on a hose, but it didn’t quite reach all over his body.
He ended up filling the tub and using his trunk to hose himself down.
Drying off with five bath towels, he squeezed back out of the bathroom, checked his voicemail, and went back to bed.
The bed creaked with his weight, and his snores echoed off of the walls.
Weekly Challenge #789 – PICK TWO Address, Blundering buffoon, Bunny, View, Wizard, What’s that on the horizon?, Bark
- Lizzie
- Richard
- Tom
- Norval Joe
- Serendipidy
- Duane
- Justin
- Kayden
- Planet Z
TOM
Sometimes it’s just the bunny and you
I had crossed the great part of the California. Pulled in a roadside gas
station, as if there are gas stations deep in the interior of the
California Hegemony. The old man at the pump turned a lazy eye toward a
blur on the western desert. “What’s that on the horizon?” I asked. “Coming
for you I reckon.” I flipped down my goggles, set the resolution to
10,000. “Oh fuck, him,” I cured. “The out man disappeared behind a steel
door. I reached into the car for the tow missile. When the bunny came into
range, I let the tow sing.
NORVAL JOE
Billbert and his parents sat around the small table with its variety of wines and cheeses. Mrs. Blanketmaker took out her tablet and brought up Google Maps. There were several red dots on the map of the U.S. “These are places we’ve lived.”
Exasperated, Billbert blurted, “I hate this. Can’t we just move to a new address in town?”
His father cleared his throat. “Now Billbert. Don’t bark at your mother. This isn’t her fault.”
His mother smiled sadly. “I know this is a major disappointment from your point of view, Billy. For our safety, it has to be done.”
SERENDIPIDY
I’ve been studying hypnotism.
I was inspired to give it a try when I saw a stage show where a hypnotist made a guy from the audience quack like a duck.
It seemed to me to be a useful skill to have, so I taught myself how to hypnotise.
I’m good at it.
I can make you bark like a dog, or hop like a bunny, quit smoking and overcome fear of flying.
But that’s boring.
And there’s far more interesting things I can make you do against your will.
And the best part?
Afterwards, you won’t remember a thing!
DUANE
Xard was a wizard, but he wasn’t a very good wizard. He boasted he had perfected alchemy. He gathered a crowd at the marketplace and produced a small box.
“I will turn this bronze coin into gold within this magical box.”
Slipping the coin into the box he held it up.
Pointing past the crowd he shouted, “What is that on the horizon?’, flipping the box over as the crowd turned to look.
“My bad.” He then opened the box to reveal a shiny gold piece.
Ten days in the stocks gave Xard time to think about his next trick.
JUSTIN
Phil was taught at Wizard school that wizards were elegant and orderly in their ways. Phil also caused several rules to be instated after his expulsion. No chewing gum while casting spells. No teleporting while wearing roller skates, and no practicing rituals while drunk.
When extradimensional vermin poured into reality it was Phil who sent them all back when he could cast the necessary spells under all sorts of strange circumstances. He would have said “I told you so” to his old professors, but proper wizards with orderly, organized magic were the first and easiest for the vermin to consume.
RICHARD
In any other circumstances, I’d have considered the view to be pretty spectacular; mile upon mile of glistening waves as far as the eye can see, tinted burnished gold by the setting sun.
Fantastic for photography, amazing for a holiday, wonderful for getting in touch with nature, but pretty rubbish if you happen to be stranded on a dessert island, beach strewn with the wreckage of your boat, desperately hoping for some sign of rescue.
Wait a minute, your eyes strain in the fading light… What’s that on the horizon?
Does it matter?
They won’t see you from there anyway!
KAYDEN
HARE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW
Frank was forced to leave the School of Wizardry after the unfortunate incident involving Dean Lapine. The Dean was irritatingly proud of his long, flowing curls and carried a mirror with him at all times to admire his impressive appearance. At the Friday Spell Spectacular, while the Dean hovered above, it was Frank’s turn to perform. However, Frank grew confused as he mouthed the incantation for the standard “pull a rabbit out of my hat” spell. When he reached in to grab the hare, instead he pulled out a handful of hair. Dean Lapine was never the same after that.
LIZZIE
She sat there and watched the horizon. The view was stunning. She closed her eyes and waited. She didn’t know what she was waiting for. She just knew she had to be there. And she sat for a long time.
A dog barked far away and she snapped out of her hypnotic state. The horizon was still there, the view still stunning.
And then she knew why she had to sit there, waiting.
She knew she had to learn that despite everything she was going through, she could still come back and sit down, quietly, peacefully, and be. Just be.
PLANET Z
The old wizard was up on stage, blundering through all of his old tricks.
He tried to pull a rabbit out of his hat, but ended up with an iguana.
Which barked.
Do iguanas bark?
I don’t know, but this one barked, and it wasn’t a bunny.
He poured milk into a newspaper cone, and it soaked the cone and spilled all over the floor.
It took him nineteen guesses to guess the card his volunteer pulled out of the deck.
Eventually, he threw some dust in the air to disappear.
Which the audience had already done long before then.
Sceamer
Fred was born into a horrible family.
They tortured and tormented him constantly.
School was torture too.
Even when he went into the woods to be on his own, mosquitoes and chiggers ate him alive.
He lashed out, he got in fights, he stole things and ended up in juvenile detention.
Therapists worked on him day and night to rehabilitate him.
Primal screaming to release all of his frustrations and resentment.
“It worked,” said the doctors. “But it’s so damn annoying.”
Cured and released, Fred went back into society.
Constantly screaming.
He got a job at CNN as a commentator.
The twelve
Lawson invented the twelve.
Before Lawson invented the twelve, people went from eleven to thirteen without anything in between.
It never felt quite right, but nobody knew what to do about it.
They’d cough or wave their hands or stick a roast beef sandwich in there, but nothing quite fit.
Until Lawson came around, that is.
He spent weeks in his lab, testing all kinds of things, until one day, he came out of the lab shouting “I DID IT!”
And shared his new invention: the twelve.
Sure, it caused cancer and global warming, but fuck it: we need twelves.
Death be not
John Donne wrote Death, Be Not Proud.
But under that black robe, Death wears a rainbow shirt. A Pride shirt.
After work, he hangs out in his favorite bar, tips the bartender well.
Dances with his friends when it’s time to dance, and listens when it’s time to listen.
Sometimes, he goes home with a friend.
Wakes up early, makes coffee and breakfast, and then reaps their soul.
It’s not hate. It’s not discrimination.
Everyone dies in the end, you know.
He is Death, and he’s got a job to do.
At least he makes them coffee and breakfast, right?
Pride in accomplishment
June is Pride Month.
It’s a month to be proud.
What am I proud of?
Well, I lost a lot of weight. And I went vegan for my health.
That’s an accomplishment I’m proud of.
I’m proud of my work. I developed a tool that saves a lot of time and reduces errors.
I also proud of my neighbor’s kid. I helped coach her for a Spelling Bee.
She won her school contest and went on to the regionals and state.
But my race? My gender? My sexual preference?
I dodn’t accomplish any of those.
Why be proud of them?
Equal
Are all men created equal?
Under the law, yes.
But some are smarter than others.
Some are taller than others.
Some are faster than others.
Some are darker than others.
Some are hairier than others.
Some are louder than others.
Some are angrier than others.
Some are stickier than others.
Some are slimier than others.
Some are smellier than others.
Some are sparklier than others.
Some are tastier than others.
This tool detects fifty-nine categories of difference to six decimal places.
Place it on your tongue, wait a minute, and a green light will come on.
Now open your mouth.
Sixteenth Anniversary Show
So, why not have a Sweet Sixteen Party?
Burning up the Virtual Community Radio airwaves
at Seanchai Library on
Monday May 31 2021 2PM SLT
https://vcradio.org
Location in SL
Thank you to everyone who came out to the 16th Podiversary of 100 Word Stories today at Seanchai Library, and all those who have and are creating and dreaming and imagining and looking under the rugs and behind the walls, and Virtual Community Radio and Cale and Rik for hosting and putting up with my madness on the air today. If you missed the show, hopefully they’ll be able to get it up with their archives for all to suffer through. And looking forward to a few more years of the writing madness to stave off the inevitable. And a candle has been lit for Elisson, the man who emailed me with the immortal words of Why the hell haven’t you started a weekly challenge yet? ?
For those of you who missed the show, you can listen to it here or at Virtual Community Radio’s MixCloud site.

