Waking up

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Ned was laying on the couch when he woke up.
His roommate John was staring at him.
“What?” said Ned.
“You just appeared out of thin air, man,” said John. “Once second nothing’s there, and then all of the sudden- you appear.”
“Oh,” said Ned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t explain. I always wake up on the couch.”
“No matter where you fall asleep?” asked John
“Yup,” said Ned. “I know why, but it’s hard to explain.”
“Wicked,” said John. “Ever thought about using that to rob a bank?”
“No,” said Ned. “But it did get me out of jail once.”

Weekly Challenge #19 – Moonlight

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Welcome to the nineteenth 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 Planet Z: moonlight.
An astounding fourteen stories stories were submitted this week.
Three rookies joined in – looking forward to more stories from y’all.
And, as always, the usual story 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 sent in the best story this week?
Caleb from Black Tie Martini Club
El Capitan from Baboon Pirates
Lorna
Russel from Come Let Me Whisper
Lisa from Lemons And Lollipops
Andrew of Dodgeblogium
Elisson from blog d’Elisson
Laieanna
Caroline
Tom from Footnote Podcast
Stephen
Kolek from The Kolektive
Cynthia
Houston Keys
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.

Invasion – Part 5

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

Murray quickly got down to business. He entered the Biotank with his brother and tore open the envelope. “Looks like they found an ancient tomb” Murray told his brother, breaking regulations, “They want me over”.
“Is the resistance so hungry they’ll go corpse hunting?” Jim joked.
“Heh, probably something…” Murray stopped in mid-sentence when he remembered the intel he recovered.
“What?” Jim asked.
“I think this might have something to do with information I stole from the aliens…”
He reread the packet and sure enough, the picture matched the description he recovered of the Artifact’s resting place. They found it !

Invasion – Part 4

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

Murray resigned himself to a quick and violent death when he spotted the Biotank heading his way. There was no cover here against the tank’s railguns.
So he was surprised when he saw blue stripes on it’s sides; it was human occupied! The tank’s rear hatch opened and his brother, Jim Murray, climbed out.
“They sent me over,” Jim said, “without telling me anything”.
“Need to know.” Murray commented, as Jim handed him a packet.
“Why do they always trust you?” Jim complained, rolling his eyes.
“You’re not authorized to know,” Murray said with a grin, and they laughed.

Invasion – Part 3

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Kolek from The Kolektive has decided to join the crew of regulars in order to flesh out his Invasion series…

“Shoulda put that damn phone on vibrate” Murray thought when his phone loudly shrieked. The aliens began firing their weapons and he ducked. He then detonated the pack bomb. It didn’t hurt them, but it did stun them momentarily.
He took the opportunity to flee and take the call. “I’m in some deep kim-chee here, what is it?”
“We found a… thing at LH-5.” His caller said. Murray shut the phone and continued running. He wondered what the “thing” was.
Now, however, he had other things to worry about. He saw a Bio-tank lumber down the street towards him.

One Blow

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The Angel Gabriel sat on the curb and wept at the destruction and misery he’d witnessed over the centuries.
“It’s all my fault,” he moaned. “If I hadn’t lost my trumpet, I’d have ended this a long time ago.”
He’d backtraced his steps many times, but they all led back to a pub where he’d drunkenly pawned his horn for a bottle of whiskey.
The curb he sat on was in front of the skyscraper built where the pub used to be.
Sighing, Gabriel pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose.
The skyscraper wobbled, and Reality began to fade.

Mime 3

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Andrew Ian Dodge continues the saga of The Mime…

As the boat stopped Maurice tried to access his options. He expected to hear splashing soon as the others were tossed overboard. There was no splashing only muffled screaming. The mime was not sure what he heard but he knew he felt something wrap around his body. Something that felt cold, smelled fishy and was quite strong. He felt himself rise into the air and the muscles in the tentacle tensed around him. Maurice tried to wriggle his way out its grasp and tentacle gripped harder. The mime’s breathing became increasingly hard he barely had enough to scream. He tried…

Caveat Lepus

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A rabbit hopped into a bakery.
“Ya got any carrot cake?” asked the rabbit.
“Sorry, no,” said the baker.
The next day, the rabbit came back.
“Ya got any carrot cake?” asked the rabbit.
“Sorry, no,” said the baker.
This went on for days. The baker began to feel bad for the rabbit, and so he decided to bake a carrot cake – cream cheese icing, the works.
The next day, the rabbit came back. “Ya got any carrot cake?” he asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do!” said the baker with a smile.
“Tastes like shit, doesn’t it?”

Pianissimoforte

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And now, for the first time, a mid-week 100 word story by Caleb Bullen of the Black Tie Martini Club Oddcast:

The defensive Baritone thundered at the conductor, “I can’t do this! Pianissimo is not my forte!”
The conductor countered meekly, “Of course it isn’t. Pianissimo isn’t anyone’s forte, the two words are antonyms. What you meant to say, I’m sure, is that Pianissimo is not your forte. You see, forte means loud and forte means something you’re good at”
“But I’m a trained baritone! What I’m good at is being loud! So again I say, Pianissimo is not my forte!”
The conductor swallowed two more aspirins and wished he’d listened to his parents when they suggested he become an accountant.

Tony’s Final Ride

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They found Tony impaled on the unicorn’s horn on the Merry Go Round.
“I want to ride on the unicorn!” he had shouted not less than an hour ago. “Now! Now! Now!”
The past year had been hell on Tracy. Being a big sister to a little brat was sheer hell.
Tracy smirked at the thought, and stepped up on the platform to get a closer look at her stepbrother.
He drooled blood, but the little retard was still smiling.
She stuck a hand in Tony’s pocket, pulled out the rest of his ride tickets, and ran for the Midway.