Prom Coup

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For once, everything went according to plan.
We waited for the Prom King and Queen to finish their dance before rising up and overthrowing them.
Aside from Greenbaum’s nosebleed, it was a bloodless coup.
Under our regime, there’d be spiked punch. There’d be better tunes. There’d be limos for everyone.
The First Citizen’s Party Party promised lots and delivered little. The disappointed partygoers wanted to hold elections, but we tried to keep power.
From exile, the King and Queen maneuvered their loyalists against us.
The battle was fought well, but lost. They took their thrones once more, and we danced.

Humuhumunukunukuapuaa

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Caleb Bullen of the Black Tie Martini Club has decided to use really big words to make up for not having enough to work with.

Larry bred his humuhumunukunukuapuaa up there in the frozen wastelands of Minnesota because it reminded him of home. As he watched the humuhumunukunukuapuaa go swimming by he was reminded of all the kanis and wahinis that he knew long ago on the beach at hoponaunau. He sighed to his humuhumunukunukuapuaa, because he wanted nothing more than to get back to his little grass shack in kelekakua Hawaii.
Of course he did own the most successful chain of tropical fish and pet supply companies in the greater Brainerd area. So he got back there a couple times a year at least.

How the hell he pronounces that, I have no idea, but Kolek would be proud of him, I bet.

Eden

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Ever since those humans were kicked out, it’s been pretty quiet back here in the Garden of Eden.
I’m the Gardener. I take care of the Garden.
Every day, I do an inventory of all the animals, just to make sure none are missing. They never do, but it doesn’t hurt to check.
Someone could get eaten by accident. Somehow.
Well, not really. There’s no need to eat here. Not even plants. Just soak up sunshine and dream all day long in perfect eternity.
Don’t tell God, but every now and then I punch a giraffe. Just for fuck’s sake.

Invasion – Chapter 8

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Kolek returns with the latest chapter from the Invasion Series:

… The beams of their flashlights showed a fine, orange dust floating in the air. It behaved like normal dust, except Steve, who was allergic to dust, did not sneeze.
The leader, Ninja One, filed that away in his head and continued to search for any objects, buttons, or recesses, but found none.
The unit withdrew and reported to Lisa, recommending that a more thorough search be done by forensics. Team Ninja was sent to do another job.
In the middle of his new mission, Ninja One remembered that he forgot to report the dust.
“Oh well, I’ll report it later.”

Cat’s Game

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Caleb of the Black Tie Martini Club has decided to spin this little ditty during the week for your amusement…

In the fight for supremacy between the Kangaroos and the Emperor Penguins it had all come down to this one final battle. The two combatants eyed each other coolly as they took their places in the arena.
Was there really no other way? Is it fair to determine so many fates with just one Kangaroo Versus one Penguin? The air was thick with the smell of fear; or was that eucalyptus and herring breath?
An Old Russian Blue in the corner smiled sagaciously with no worries. For she knew, in a battle of tic-tac-toe, it’s nearly always a cat’s game.

Roast Duck

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During the winter, the King’s servants and advisors moved into the central rooms to converse fuel.
The oddest couple was the pairing of the court wizard and the head chef.
One night, the alarm was raised: ice demons at the gate!
The wizard grabbed a spell book and raced to the fight.
Without looking, he flipped to the page with Firestorm.
He read off a recipe for Roasted Rosemary Duck instead.
“It’s a cookbook?” he muttered.
The chef handed him another book. “I think this is yours,” he said.
They won the fight, and feasted on Roast Duck to celebrate.

Zombie Blues

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I saw Mr. Wilson through the window screen
Noticed he was looking just a little bit green
And moldy ’round the edges. Then I started to freak
When I remembered that he had croaked last week.
Well, you know them zombies gotta eat dem brains
It’s the Standard Zombie Diet, in snow, sun or rain
Don’t go for no Grape-Nuts, no yogurt or pie
Just wanna eat your brains and make you die
O Zombies, keep the hell away
O Zombies, keep the hell away from me
I’m hiding in my zombie-proof basement
With my computer and my color TV

Confessor

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We’re not sure how he did it, but all of the evidence points to this guy who walked in and confessed to the murder.
There’s one problem, though. The murder took place in the Fifteenth Century. A simple assassination in Rome. A bishop history barely remembers.
Fingerprints, DNA, and a painting from the time confirm it’s him.
Not just a long-distant ancestor. It’s actually him. He did it.
There’s no statute of limitations on murder and he’s confessed to the crime, so we’re going ahead with the trial.
Maybe he’ll tell us how he did it. And maybe he won’t.

Unfresh Air

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Nobody says “Go outside for some fresh air” anymore. We’ve pumped so much crap into the sky, nobody can breathe without a filter bubble or a set of tanks.
A few other things have changed. Tunnels, domes, and electric vehicles. Also lots of genetically-engineered plants people hope will eat up all the chemicals in the air.
It’s not working. The air just gets worse and worse.
They could have put Wrigley Field under a dome, but the Cubs decided to just tear it down and build a new ballpark.
First year in it, they win the World Series.
Who knew?

Weekly Challenge #20 – Exposition

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Welcome to the twentieth Weekly Challenge, 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 last week’s winner Caleb of the Black Tie Martini Club Oddcast: exposition.
Nine stories were submitted this week.
No rookies this week.rookies joined in.
And, as always, the usual madness by Planet Z.
Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorite:

Who had the best story for the 20th Weekly Challenge?
Kolek from The Kolektive
Lisa from Lemons and Lollipiops
Caleb from Black Tie Martini Club
Caroline from Quadra Island
T.A. Marquette from Footnote Podcast
Andrew of Dodgeblogium
Laieanna
Elisson from blog d’Elisson
P.J. from No Deep Thoughts
The Madman From Planet Z
  
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Thanks to everyone for sending in their stories, and I look forward to what you’ve got to write (and say) next week.
The theme for next week’s Weekly Challenge will be posted shortly.