The Twins

John and Joe look the same, but they’re not twins. They’re not even related.
Joe’s adopted. But their parents made him undergo a bunch of plastic surgeries to look like John.
You can hardly see the scars.
Well, the surgery scars.
Their parents used to beat John whenever he acted up, or didn’t do things exactly like John.
When the drugs wore off and he chewed through the gag, how he used to scream at night.
“Your name is Joe,” they said. “Say it.”
“My name is Linda!” Joe would shout.
More drugs. More surgeries.
John watched, and he laughed.

Small Stuff

Dr. Smith says not to sweat the small stuff.
Then he says “It’s all small stuff.”
Of course, Dr. Smith says it’s all small stuff.
Everything is small compared to Dr. Smith.
The guy is almost seven feet of solid muscle.
Plus, he keeps his office cold. Meat locker cold.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him sweat,
If he did, it would freeze like an icicle.
So, I take my pills and come to my sessions.
And I always answer his questions politely.
Because, to him, I’m also small stuff.
And he wouldn’t even break a sweat crushing me.

Weekly Challenge #694 – SPEED

Laundry

RICHARD

Relatively speaking

The Theory of Relativity, so I’m told, states that the nearer the speed of light that you travel, the slower you age.

That’s clearly nonsense!

If that were the case, then surely the nearer the speed of dark you travelled, the faster you’d age?

And what if you travelled at a speed exactly half way between each of those two extremes… Would you simply remain at the same age forever?

It’s all a bit pointless anyway – too fast, and you’ve no time to enjoy it; too slow, and you’re dead before you can.

And stuck in the middle?

Boring!

LIZZIE

Flying at an average speed was his skill. He did it easily. The day he decided to get rid of her, they jumped on his small plane and took off. She was looking forward to this adventure. He saw that in her annoying little beady eyes. “The plane doesn’t have doors, how cute,” she said as they flew higher and higher. Yes, it is very cute, he thought, especially now that that damn flock of whatever birds they were was flying too close to his plane. Silence. Good thing he had a parachute on. Did she have one too? Nope.

SERENDIPIDY

Speed kills, so they say.

I decided to test the theory, but so far I’ve had no luck at all in proving it.

It doesn’t matter how fast you’re travelling, your body is more than capable of dealing with it.

However along the way I’ve managed to prove that there’s a host of other things that can kill you pretty effectively – excessive acceleration and rapid deceleration, air turbulence, oxygen deprivation, friction.

You don’t even have to be moving: anything coming your way at speed is a highly effective weapon…

A bullet, for example.

Now, let’s see you run!

TOM

Speed is such a relative perception. While 100 in a car is bit dicey on a long rail 1000c Harley Hog is nearly a transcend experience. I was 17 at the time. My high school friend who had own a whole mess of motor cycle before he got the hog, took me on its maiden ride. We headed out to Governs hwy one truly over constructed patch of level and straight road. I watch the speedometer needle move past 100. Then I made the mistake of turning my head. Wind ripped the glasses off my face, and explode on the road

NORVAL JOE

Since he’d missed his bus, Billbert had to walk home. He could call his mother and tell her what happened and she would hurry to get to him. But then, she would probably speed right into the principal’s office to file a complaint. He’d rather deal with it on his own. Walking would give him time to think.

“Junior high sucks,” he grumbled while counting the number of enemies versus friends he’d made in the last week.

“Rodrick, Marrissa, Tony, and now Linoliumanda. What about Wanda? Who’s side is she on?”

Those were the enemies. Did he have any friends?

PLANET Z

My television had a volume knob and a channel knob.
You pulled out the volume knob to turn the television on, and pushed it back in to turn the television off.
There were no Blu-Rays or DVDs or video tapes.
No fast-forward or reverse.
You saw and heard it at the speed of time.
Everything was when it was, when the programmers said it would be.
And only that which they’d let you see.
In between the commercials.
Or the news breaks.
Which were just teasers.
Commercials for the news
Which will just be noise in between its own commercials.

Compound

Have you heard about the power of compound interest?
That’s when you deposit a dollar in the bank, and the interest builds up the principal to earn more interest, until your ending balance is much larger than before.
The problem is that if interest rates are low, or zero, there’s no compound interest.
So, people invest. Too much.
The bubble builds with the overvalued investments, until the bubble bursts.
The scared folks out there end up keeping their money stuffed in their mattress.
This is why I invest in mattress companies.
For people to stuff money under… and sleep better.

Invent

Carl Sagan said that to make an apple pie from scratch, first you must invent the universe. So, when God wanted an apple pie, He said “Let there be light” and invented the universe.
After a few thousand years with a few crusades and plagues along the way, God noticed the first apple pie cooling on a windowsill.
“Excellent,” God said, and He flew down to investigate. “Is that apple pie?”
“Yes,” said the woman who cooked it, and she offered God a slice.
God thought it was delicious, but… it needed something.
“Want to invent ice cream?” He asked.

Tonys’

Ever eaten at Tony’s? That restaurant on Sixth and Main?
It’s Tony’s place. He runs it himself.
He’s the chefs, the waiters, and the valet for the parking lot.
Amazing what you can do with cloning technology these days.
Every day, he and his clones draw jobs from a hat.
Just to keep it fair to himself.
It used to be a family business, but Tony kept telling each of his family members that he could do their jobs better.
And he could. So he did.
Just be sure to tip him well.
Otherwise, they’ll all spit in your food.

Ballcaps

Usually when I travel to a conference or go on vacation, I buy a ballcap with a local sports team logo on it so I can blend in.
When I went to Portland, I got a green Oregon Ducks hat.
When I went to Phoenix Arizona, I got a black hat with Devils on it, for the Arizona State Sun Devils.
However, when I went to Columbus Ohio for a writer’s conference, I didn’t buy a hat.
I lived here for ten years.
I don’t want to blend in.
I just want to get the fuck out of here.
Again.

Turn on the fan

The complex says that they will fix the air conditioning today.
It’s been nearly two weeks.
The part they needed didn’t arrive until Monday.
But it was storming Tuesday, so they couldn’t start until Wednesday.
An optimist would say that this is the perfect time of year for it.
A pessimist would say why the fuck didn’t you rip the part of of a unit that isn’t occupied and put it in ours?
Never underestimate the stupidity of humans in positions of responsibility.
Tinny is asleep in my lap. She doesn’t give a damn.
I turn the fan on high.

Man in the Field

Lou was our agent in the field.
He spread out a blanket in the field, sat down, and took a nap.
Unless it was raining. Then he’d nap in his car.
“Is there anything going on?” we’d ask Lou, checking on him.
“One second,” he say, and look around. “Nope. Nothing at all.”
“Good work,” we’d say.
Lou really liked working in the field.
Even though it wasn’t much work at all, really.
At the end of the day, Lou would get up, fold up the blanket, and drive back home.
Unless it was raining. Then he’d just drive home.

Weekly Challenge #693 – PICK TWO alligator, bath, vindictive, caterwaul, mildred, bruises, That’s Life, mush

Tin

NORVAL JOE

Linoliumanda dropped to Billbert’s side, checked carefully for bruises and then threw her arms around him. “You poor boy. What happened to you?”

One of the boys in the crowd laughed and said, “That’s life. You mess with a guy’s girlfriend, he just might turn you into mush. I don’t think Tony was being vindictive, just protecting what he thought was his.”

Linoliumanda sat back on her feet and frowned. “You’ve been messing around with a girl other than me?”

Billbert coughed. “No. I just told Marrissa I’d meet her at the dance. I was hoping you’d be there, too.”

SERENDIPIDY

he first rule of Fight Club, is you don’t talk about Fight Club.

That makes it difficult to explain away some of the consequences of Fight Club.

There’s the cuts and bruises, black eyes and the occasional missing tooth, and when you walk into work sporting a fresh set of injuries, people are going to ask questions.

Now, I’m not a vindictive person but somebody has to take the rap, and that somebody is my husband.

That’s why everyone in work thinks he’s a wife beater, and it’s also why everyone at Fight Club is out to get the bastard!

TOM

Extreme Skill Set-

Frank was the goto person when you need a particularly difficult job done. Take alligator bathing. Not number one on my list, but then I’m not Frank. Frank discovered gators are rather fond of bubble baths. They like to have their stomachs rubbed with a brisk bath brush. Odd as this might seem prefer cold water to hot. I ask Frank once what was the trickiest part of bathing an alligator? “It not so much the bathing part,” noted Frank, “It’s the towel drying. They tend to see this as an excellent opportunity to take off your arm.”

Queen of the Adriatic –

Aaa Venice. Piazza San Marco St. Mark’s Basilica, the home of the Gothic masterpiece Doge’s Palace. A city so historic a permit for a skylight cost one10,000 lira and take three years to process. A city will worst August disease victors then Paris. A city whose mere air did in the heir to the Holy Roman Empire. A city sinking into the sea, because unlike most respectful city is pretty much built on mud. The only reason it has gone the way of Atlantis is millions of peer of Alder has resisted the effect of the sea. A city on peers

RICHARD

Bathtime

My wife had that look in her eye again.

The pile of towels that she dumped unceremoniously next to me, accompanied by that accusatory sigh, spoke more eloquently than any words ever could.

“We’ve been through this before”, I said. “Your dog: Your responsibility! If you’re going to let him play in the mud, you bath him!”

She grabbed the towels and headed for the bathroom, grumbling.

I waited for the inevitable shrieks, crashes and cursing that would follow, whilst idly pondering the practicalities of buying her an alligator for her birthday.

Now, that would be a bathtime worth watching!

LIZZIE

The pilot wanted to land the plane. He wanted to drop every single passenger safely at the airport. He checked his flight plan and was confident he could do just that. He greeted them one by one. He smiled and exchanged a few words of encouragement with those flying for the first time. Mid-air, the stewardess said someone wanted to talk to him. He left the cabin and… saw her. He knew right there and then that the passengers weren’t safe. He was going to kill a few and bruise a bunch.
“Where is she sitting, again?” he asked, sneering.

PLANET Z

It’s okay to sing in the shower.
But dancing in the shower is a bad idea.
You’ll slip and fall.
Maybe you’ll hit your head on something.
And if you wake up, you’ll wake up bloody and bruised.
Everything’s blurry and out of focus.
What the hell just happened?
You check your teeth… they’re all still there.
See the blood in the shower, check yourself for cuts.
Try to dry your hair with a towel, blood on the towel.
And as you try to get out, you slip again.
Hit your head again.
And back into the dark you go.