The next topic is SPEED

Hi there. This is Laurence Simon of the 100 Word Stories Podcast at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com.

Every week, I post a topic for the Weekly Challenge, where you come up with the stories and I collect them up and share them.

Want to give it a try? The topic of the next 100 Word Stories Weekly Challenge is speed

Write a 100 word story on that topic. Then, send it in an email to isfullofcrap (at) gmail.com with the subject line of WEEKLY CHALLENGE.

Also, suggest a topic or topics for future Weekly Challenges.

Do you have a website where people can learn more about you and your writing? Include the URL to that website.

Most importantly, include a recording of your story. Be sure to introduce yourself to the audience.

I put the episode together on Sunday morning. However, if you need more time, I can put your story up on the feed in a separate post.

Good luck, and as always… keep it brief.

JAN 6 corner
JAN 13 adult
JAN 20 The Devil
JAN 27 PICK TWO
judge, delivery, your, lion, unicorn, cherry, Incense, if

FEB 3 transmission
FEB 10 mug
FEB 17 sharp
FEB 24 PICK TWO
bob, stitch, eaten, pittance, delete, trumpet, ribcage, ticke, Ziegler

MAR 3 wordy
MAR 10 kill
MAR 17 why can’t you be more like your sister?
MAR 24 confluence
MAR 31 PICK TWO
standard, grafitti, blinding, blithering, pony, sparkle, amuse, Fire

APR 7 emotive
APR 14 charge
APR 21 potato chips
APR 28 PICK TWO
hire, heart attack, strip, weaponize, fink, nancy, Bumbling, volt

MAY 5 jack
MAY 12 slurp
MAY 19 zone
MAY 26 PICK TWO
stunted growth, bath, passive, pelt, atmosphere,nameless,tendency

JUN 2 surrounded
JUN 9 losing
JUN 16 logic
JUN 23 plot
JUN 30 PICK TWO
reason, discretion, zone, stunt, simple, deadwood, Tuba

JUL 7 current
JUN 14 devotion
JUL 21 peer
JUL 28 PICK TWO
alligator, bath, vindictive, caterwaul, mildred, bruises, That’s Life, mush

AUG 4 speed
AUG 11 lady
AUG 18 partners
AUG 25 PICK TWO
German, in the darkness…, vehicle, halfway, cute, color-coded, Pan

SEP 1 furrow
SEP 8 dresser
SEP 15 void
SEP 22 net
SEP 29 PICK TWO
void, intertwine, den, get, fudged, meltdown, Tan

OCT 6 smutty
OCT 13 sturdy
OCT 20 tool
OCT 27 PICK TWO
saucy, holidays, turtle, boom, cluster, chainsaw, Breast

NOV 3 boom
NOV 10 who cares?
NOV 17 option
NOV 24 PICK TWO
panel, acid, blaine, current, coma, stink, Taste

DEC 1 sassy
DEC 8 the F word
DEC 15 broken
DEC 22 throne
DEC 29 PICK TWO
probiotic, seventh, fletch, brown manilla envelope, mention, that’s what she said…, Support

NEXT YEAR’S TOPICS

crunch
fake
shatk
pulled from the water
quirk
pride
ploy
goof
exposed
hankering
lapse
photobomb
contest
hop to it
toys
pain
treading water
protect
tinfoil
gate
gulf
device
zimbabwe
selfie
jute
impossible
do the needful
icon
not
dendrite
sanitize
ecology
rash
aberration
plinth
mnemonic
wrought
chemistry
nobody gets out of here alive
empowered
illuminate
null
smartphone
audio
alternative
hot
seek
We apologise for the inconvenience
mushroom
What’s that on the radar?
mass
trade
headache
Pick me?

Made a mess

I can’t remember the maid’s name.
Maybe it was Venezuela, or Rosita, or Maria.
She cleaned every Tuesday.
Which meant that any time we made a mess Wednesday morning, my mother would yell at us louder than usual.
Almost as loud Thursday, maybe a bit less loud on Friday.
All the way to Monday night, which was pretty much “Eh, the maid will get it.”
And she did. The mess would be gone by the time we got home from school Tuesday afternoon.
God forbid we made a mess Tuesday evening.
We went straight to our rooms, hiding and cowering.

Hitler LASIK

People say that Dan wore Hitler-colored glasses.
Everywhere he looked, he saw Hitler.
They had thick black rims, and made Dan look nerdy.
So, he got Hitler-colored contacts.
Now, Dan looked cool, and he could still see Hitler everywhere.
However, Dan got tired of the cleaning solution.
And having to take them out and put them back in.
So, he signed up for Hitler Lasik surgery.
They could use lasers to burn Hitler into his eyes.
“Can you remove my Howard Dean tattoo so I can get a Hillary tattoo?” he asked the technician.
“Different kind of laser,” they said.

Hitler-colored glasses

People say that Dan wore Hitler-colored glasses.
Everywhere he looked, he saw Hitler.
He saw Hitler when he woke up.
He saw Hitler when he went down for breakfast.
He saw Hitler when he brushed his teeth.
He saw Hitler when he got on the bus to work.
He saw Hitler when he got coffee in the breakroom.
He saw Hitler in the daily meeting.
He saw Hitler when his boss gave him his review.
He saw Hitler everywhere.
It was when he took off his glasses, he still saw Hitler.
Washing his hands, in the mirror, across from Dan.

More likely

I’m sure that you’ve heard that a handgun is more likely to kill a family member than a burglar.
But what if the family member is a burglar?
In that case, I think it’s perfectly okay to kill them.
Especially if they’re going to rob my house.
It’s perfectly fine to kill them if they’ve just come home from robbing my house, too.
Hopefully, the police who show up to investigate the shooting will realize that the van in the driveway is full of stolen goods.
And not believe the bullshit story that they were in the middle of moving.

Angry

Aristotle said that it is easy for anyone to become angry, but knowing the right person, reason, time, and degree are not easy.
Somehow, Plato always knew.
“Why are you always in that dark cave?” shouted Plato.
Aristotle tried to hide something behind his back, but Plato shook the boy until a set of geometric forms fell to the ground.
“Those are mine!” growled Plato.
“They belong to Pythagoras!” whined Aristotle.
“I was respectful to my teacher,” said Plato.
“Oh, sure,” retorted Aristotle. “He probably drank the hemlock so he wouldn’t have to teach you anymore.”
Plato slapped Aristotle hard.

Trust of a cat

I never sleep well.
Myst pesters me when I try to sleep.
Pawing my face, claws out, biting my hands and toes.
I have bad dreams.
Too many hypocrites out there.
Making their way in.
With all their noise.
The bed’s too warm.
Sweating and reeking.
When I wake up, I lay on the sofa.
Tinny sniffs and headbutts me to check if I’m okay.
She finds a spot on my shoulder.
Settles in.
Grooms her fur for a few minutes.
Closes her eyes.
She trusts me.
And then she stops, tucks up, and sleeps.
That’s good enough for me.

Weekly Challenge #692 – PEER

Sofa baby panther

LIZZIE

Those bags looked interesting, he thought. He walked closer, watching the passengers, checking if anyone was keeping an eye on them. Nope. He sat next to them. Vintage. He could sell them for a nice amount, plus all the clothes inside, perhaps even a computer. As he walked away, he felt something wiggling inside one of them. He hid behind a building and opened it slowly. The clothes were moving. The moment he decided to close the bag and leave it behind, something jumped from underneath and bit him on the face. His last words were “Curiosity killed the thief”.

RICHARD

Night terrors

You awake suddenly: Your sleep disturbed by an unexpected noise in the silence of the night.

Straining to hear, the only sound is the thumping of your own heart and the white noise of an empty house.

You peer into the darkness, eyes wide, your fevered imagination turning shadows into demons; unfamiliar shapes into unwelcome intruders.

Silence. Darkness. A void into which your primal fears creep, disturbing and all too real.

You’re on edge, even though logic says there’s nothing to fear. You force yourself to relax.

Then, terror! As a warm, heavy mass thuds onto your chest!

Bloody cat!

SERENDIPIDY

The great thing with having a hole in the fence, conveniently situated at eye level is people can’t resist peeping through; especially when the fence surrounds the house at the end of the street that spawns all those whispered rumours.

However, there’s little to see – an overgrown patch of land, a child’s rusty swing, that’s about it.

At least that’s all that you’ll register before you learn why you should never peer through holes in the fence around the house at the end of the street.

And the last thing you’ll see?

The crossbow, aimed precisely at your eyeball.

TURA

Peer
———
Someone had driven dangerously, but who? The self-aware, self-employed, self-driving taxi, or the passenger who had ordered such haste? The passenger blamed the car, which surprisingly agreed, contested the charge, and insisted on trial by a jury of its peers.

But who is the peer of a sentient taxi? Eventually, it was tried by a human jury, but precedent was set.

And now, pretty much anything with a brain, whatever it’s made of, is equal before the law— but perhaps not for long. With robots getting smarter, the question must soon be asked, are humans still the equal of robots?

NORVAL JOE

Billbert lay on his back and closed his eyes, breathing slowly, waiting for the pain in his stomach to pass. He heard someone approach and stop beside him. He opened his eyes to peer at the students towering above him, hoping to see a familiar, friendly face. He recognized none from the group of peers crowding around him.

A boy pointed at him. “Dude. What happened to you?”

Billbert slowly drew in a breath to explain, but stopped when he heard a familiar voice from outside the circle of students.

“Billbert. Is that you?” Linoliumanda pushed through the gawking bystanders.

PLANET Z

I’m a good writer.
But I still make mistakes.
So, everything I write gets peer reviewed.
That way, someone else can catch my mistakes.
Then, I can produce even better writing.
The peer review is meant to be covering my blind spot for mistakes.
But someimes, I feel hunted. In the spotlight. Attacked.
Any mistake I make is that much worse.
Which makes me nervous, so I make even more mistakes.
But that’s okay. I can be as sloppy as I want to be.
Someone else will catch the mistakes.
Until… it’s time for me to peer review someone else.

Birdfeeder

We have a big bird feeder in the back yard.
We fill it with bird seed, and so many birds come to eat the bird seed.
So many different kinds of birds. So many colors.
I have a spotters guide and binoculars, and I keep a diary of the birds I see.
I figured out that kinds of seed attracts different kinds of birds.
Every now and then, a hawk swoops down and grabs a bird at the feeder.
Which, I suppose, is okay, since it is a bird feeder.
It’s just attracting birds to feed to other birds.

The Tree Of Liberty

They say that the Tree of Liberty needs to be watered occasionally with the blood of patriots.
Not that rioters who are burning down businesses and smashing cars should be mistaken for patriots.
They’re just violent jerks, and when they destroy other people’s property and livelihoods, they’re not bleeding on the Tree Of Liberty.
They’re pissing on it.
Well, on the rare occasion, they do bleed on it.
When they throw rocks and molotovs at the cops, and get their heads beaten in.
That’s when they scream about police brutality, and for their mommies and daddies to bail them out.