Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Twenty-Four, 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 selected by Fricker Fracker, and we went with The Game Twister.
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
PLANET Z
She wanted to try something new, so we bought pajamas made out of Twister boards.
Colors all over.
We can’t spin the spinner ourselves, so we’ve programmed the computer to call out colors and hands and feet.
We take turns, putting this on that, that on this, and so on.
No matter how much we try, it’s hard to stay at it for long before tearing these jammies off.
One night, she had too much to drink. Right Foot On Red became Kick To The Crotch.
We don’t play that game anymore.
Don’t Break The Ice? Yeah… pass the icepack.
CeNedra
“It was really nice of your mom to lend you her car” I told him as we sat in the back seat in the dark.
Did he just put his right hand there?
“I thought the dance was nice, great music too” I said, trying not to sound nervous.
Did he just put his left hand down there?
Words escaped me as his mouth covered mine.
He leaned against me and I felt myself fall back onto the leather seat.
This is really going to happen, I thought to myself, as he lifted my leg and put it up there.
HOLLI
It was their first date. She could taste his smell on her lips, but she was strong. Good girls don’t let boys win so quickly. Right?
He wanted to walk her to her door, what should she do? Let him in? Just give in?
She was helpless, but after offering him a drink, she said “Let’s play a game of Twister, it is just like riding a bike.” He smiled at her. His eyes wild and piercing, tight jeans, loose shirt.
Spin, Left Arm Blue, Spin, Right Foot Red, Spin, Spin, Spin, his smell intoxicated her. Spinning they fell to the ground.
Who is the winner now?
STEVEN
The battle raged on before me, the virtual limbs of my fleet
stretching out between star systems. The VR suit carried my body’s
commands to the drones slaughtering the enemy. Color-coded
representations of star systems swam before my eyes. The drones had
an advanced AI, capable of immediate battle tactics. But they were
not smart enough for strategy. They could not see the grand picture
and win the war.
I saw the opening in the enemy’s defenses. I gathered the fleet,
twisted uncomfortably, and used my right hand to smash them all into
the red dot of the enemy’s homeworld.
JUSTIN
Murphy’s wheelchair was parked in front of a plastic pad. The man in the dark suit engaged the breaks. The pad was a four by six grid of colored circles. The man in the dark suit spoke.
“You will play this game for your life. I will spin this dial fifty times. If you fail to follow the instructions three times, you will lose the game. This dial will give you a certain arm or foot, and a color. You must place that appendage on that color of circle to pass.”
Murphy’s face drained to white. “But, I’m color blind!”
GUY DAVID
Chaketo Chirapa was feeling like he’s caught in some bad twister move, unable to advance forward. That Human game, involving colored circles and strange moves held a strange fascination for him. It was like the problem of earning the trust of The Humans, strict rules but no logic. He was listening to Sigler and Hutchins bitching about not winning The Parsec Awards again, when it dawned on him all of a sudden. There was one place he could go where he would walk around as he is, and no one would suspect he’s an alien. He started packing for DragonCon.
JEFFREY
“So he took everything?” The police officer said suspiciously, “While you all just stood there and watched?”
“Look you are not understanding me. Let me explain it again. He came in with a gun and a twister.”
“A what?”
“Twister, you know, the game you play on the floor? He made us play twister until we were so tangled up there was no way we could do anything but watch.”
“And that’s when he took all your stuff?”
“Yes!”
“While you just watched?”
So we made him and the two deputies play, while we cruised around in their patrol car.
TOM
Captain Aloysius Lilius Bradley created a primitive but recognizable version of the game Twister. Bradley used sailcloth and a vulcanizing agent of unknown origin. It would had been lost to the ages if Milton Bradley hadn’t discover a chest with remains of the cloth and a parchment containing the rules. Given that Aloysius’ game include knives, axes, swords, rungus, coshes, knobkieries, Milton never fully developed the game as we know it today and only left notes on how to make the game less extreme. Students at Rice are now running a tournament with the missing pieces. Kevlar encouraged but optional.
FRICKER
As Young Kwai Chang Caine was about to endure the final step to Shaolin Priesthood, Master Po gave these words of caution.
The burning scars of the Dragon and of the Tiger on your forearms show you inner strength. And the pristine path of the traversed rice paper shows your control and compassion. But this final test will be you’re most difficult and most deadly.
You must call upon your entire training young grasshopper, the snake, the mantis, the white Crane and all of nature. You must show great speed and agility to continue from this point on.
Left foot blue…
SOUGENT
Nothing like a little picnic to celebrate Labor Day. The kids
running around playing Frisbee, George is over there playing Twister
with the Olsen twins. Cousin Frank has got chicken cookin’ on the
barbecue, slopping on his “secret” sauce.
Time to close my eyes for a little nap….
What the hell? What’s that yellin’ all about? What do you mean the
BBQ chicken is on a rampage? Zombie chicken you say? Dripping BBQ
sauce?
You’re sure a joker George, that’s a good one. What? How did I get
BBQ sauce on my shirt? Look up? Why should I look up?
CALEB
Auntie Em! It’s a twister!
Those were the last words Dorothy Gale ever spoke. She had run away at fourteen with a snake-oil salesman named Professor Marvel. He turned her out in Kansas City. When she appeared on the farm again years later, her last remaining relation tried to get her clean. When the delirium tremens set in, she would dream she was in some magical land called oz. It was one of these fits that dropped her into the hog sty. As the beasts began devouring her trackmarked flesh, poor Uncle Henry shuffled into the house for his gun.
HOUSTON KEYS
Right foot red.
Jerry do I have to keep doing this?
YES! It’s in your contract! Now RIGHT FOOT RED.
OK.
Wade, watching the sweat make it’s long harrowing journey from the
nether-regions of your man boobs to your bellybutton has disturbed me
to the point of loss of concentration.
So I can quit?
What do you think Satan?
I guess, I was getting kind of bored anyway since he is the only one playing.
We could get Jerry Junior…
Stop it you sicko!
Heh, I guess. Wade go send in Pacman, tell him it’s time for his
“Community Service.”
ANIMA ZABALETA
*THE BIRTHDAY PARTY*
Mr Rex, please come pick up Tyra…
Tyra hadn’t meant to bite Edmon’s head off….
“You’ve ruined my birthday party”, whinged Maia.
Even Telma, the exchange from Romanian looked appalled.
It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t want to play that stupid game anyway;
she was too tall and ungainly…
Maia had gone on and on about how much fun it would be… so easy to play…
Left foot yellow….
Right foot blue….
Right. Hand. Red.
They all laughed and laughed when she tipped over, reaching with all her
might…
“If only the Cretaceous period would end”, Tyra mumbled to herself.