The 100 Word Stories Podcast

Welcome to the eighty-seventh 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 Tony Folino.
It’s Time Travel
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING

Which were the best stories in Weekly Challenge #87?
	Hedgie
	Steve
	Phil Rossi of
	Guy David of The Sixteenth
	Tom from Footnote
	Elisson of Blog d’Elisson
	Tony
	JD
	Houston Keys from Tater Tots For The Masses
	Laieanna from Hodge Podge Point
	Planet Z
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Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):

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HEDGIE

I stepped into the machine simply labeled time travel and was carefully warned to stay hidden. I watched my child grow from a silly 5 year old to the astronaut he always dreamed he would be. I watched my Husband grow older and happier with time. I saw family members pass on as new ones came along. Family vacations, graduations and simple celebrations came and went. When my time in the machine was up I emerged with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face. I was given a chance to see what I would never experience�my future.

STEVE

Finally! Me and Kathy in my back seat! She was a real bitch, but what a body! Then my condom broke as I put it on. Damn! Oh well, just this once. What are the odds? Suddenly, there was a bright flash outside. A man appeared and knocked on my window. He looked like me, only twenty years older.
“Thank God it worked!” he said. He handed me a condom. “Trust me,” he said. Then he vanished.
“C’mon, dammit!” Kathy whined. Bossy bitch. I threw the condom out the window and got busy. Just this once.
Who was that guy?

GUY DAVID

The kid was staring at me with wide open curious eyes. I was the stranger he had never met, but boy was I familiar in ways he couldn’t begin to understand, in ways he wouldn’t understand for many years. I just stood there and stared back, in lost for words, and what could I say? I’m all grown up now, made good of my life, and the child I once was is gone, but then, there he is, staring at me with the wonder of a three years old. I looked at my watch.
�My time is up. Bye kid.�

TOM

God thought
“I think I�ll go on vacation”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“What do you mean there�s no where to go?”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“Well then I�ll just have to create space.”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“Your telling me I need to create time too.
Damn the devil is in the details.”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“I know he doesn�t have anything to do with it.
It just a saying.
How about
I just do them that at the same time
I�ll call it time/space
sort of a grand unification things.”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“Where I am I going?
I going back to the future.”
Pssmispuushhehhiiee
“Oh, the food is much better there.”

ELISSON

Malachi Mavis climbed into his Time Machine and pressed the lever. After
what seemed like hours of loud vibration and a disconcerting nauseous
sensation, he arrived in Far Futurity. Success!
Exiting the machine, Mavis found himself in a beautiful glade, flanked
by shining glass structures. White-robed men and women strode by and
smiled at him.
A cherubic oldster explained that disease, hatred, and warfare had been
swept away millennia ago, after the Pod Wars.
�So, we won?� offered Mavis.
�Depends on what you mean by �we,� kemosabe,� said the oldster. �We�re
from Epsilon Eridani. You�re what we call �indigenous protein.��

TONY

I was struggling desperately to stay afloat. The boat had capsized suddenly in the stormy sea. One by one I watched as my fellow passengers took their last breathe and disappeared below the surface of the water. I realized my time was limited and pressed the green button on my watch. I was immediately transported back in time and I heard the woman on the other end of the phone say, “Sir, I’m confirming your cruise on…” I stop her and politely said, “On second thought let’s go with that safari trip instead.”

PHIL

�Keto-7,� Freddie said, �Say’s his name is Keto-7. I never seen no one so old in my life. He’s gotta be ninety-nine. Bonkers, too.�
Hank looked down the length of the bar and there sat Keto-7. He was dressed in head to toe tin-foil–a walking baked-potato. Gray eyes looked out from face that was impossibly wrinkled.
�What does he want?� Hank asked and lit a Pall Mall.
�Says he needs a buck forty-five so he can get back to the year 2085.�
Hank called down the bar: �Hey Keto-7–what’s in 2085?�
�My youth,� he answered, his voice flat.

JD

Hi Ho and all that rot…..just a little story on time travel
I stooped and picked up a broken bit of glass from the dust of the gravel road.
The glass is green and slightly curved.
The edges are sharp and, while I hold it
the thin sliver cut through the skin of my finger.
I focus on the pain as a line of blood emerged.
The memory of a time long past floated up to the center of my mind.
A golden haired young boy standing on a dirt road, a bit of broken green glass in his hand, a cut finger.
Strange that my time machine only works in reverse.

HOUSTON KEYS

This is Lieutenant Dan. Leave me a message.
Lieutenant Dan, this is Forrest, Forrest Gump. I have something to say
to you through the miracle of Cher.
If I could turn back time,
I’d get Lieutenant Dan his legs.
I’d shoot back at the Cong who hurt you,
And you’d stay.
If I could drive a car,
I’d drive over to see you.
And you’d love me, love me love me,
I’d give my legs to you�
I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is, I love you like a man
loves another man.
Platonically of course.

LAIEANNA

After I killed Scruffy, the only way my husband could cope was to get
another dog. I was reluctant, but watching Sally closely, I
determined she was normal. That was till the socks situation. At
first all my whimsical socks were disappearing from the drawer. Days
later new socks made of strange space age material were appearing.
While sifting through the pile of unusual foot warmers for the fifth
time one day, I glimpsed Sally walking by the doorframe in a pair of
black socks with rotating red suns. I’ve had it with dogs. Tomorrow
we get a guinea pig.

PLANET Z

Ned’s time machine was built out of a supercomputer and an old portable toilet.
Every time Ned tried to go back in time to visit some historical event, he’d hear a loud bang and some flashing lights, but he was still in the present.
After a week of testing and adjusting, Ned eventually gave up on the time machine and dismantled it.
Back in time, from the crucifixion of Jesus to the assassination of JFK, the torrent of random explosions of human excrement and chemicals suddenly stopped.
The fact that none of this made the history books, well, that’s life.

Welcome to the eighty-sixth 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 Stuart Warf.
It’s Snow
The excellent theme music is by Guy David
VOTING

Which stories were the best from Weekly Challenge #86?
	Tony Folino
	Hedgie Till
	Tom from Footnote
	Anji Bee from Chillcast
	Guy David from Guy David dot com
	JD White
	Houston Keys from Tater Tots For The Masses
	Laieanna from HodgePodge Point
	Yxes from Podmafia
	Planet Z
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Go ahead and listen to them by clicking on the grammophone thingy there in the left column and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):

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TONY FOLINO

As the snow fell, the team lined up in formation. The football felt like a block of ice. He thought his fingertips were going to snap off. He lost all feeling in his hands an hour ago. The best he could do to catch and hold the ball was to use a combination of useless hands and numb arms to cradle the ball against his frigid body. An alarm sounded and he turned and walked out door, took off his gloves and motioned to the administrator. “That new simulator feels so real. Wanna get a beer?”

HEDGIE

Early one morning at a New Hampshire college, a wide eyed Bermuda born freshman stared in wonder at the gently falling snow. Winter was here! Giddy with excitement, she ran outside and leapt into a small drift. She made snow angels and had snowball fights with friends for hours. Her dream of a snowy winter had come true! A few weeks later, knee deep in drifts and her arms full of books, a group of seniors that had witnessed her first snow filled morning chuckled to themselves as they heard her muttering “fucking snow. I can’t wait to go home!”.

TOM

See Snow.
Fall snow Fall.
See Dad.
See big shovel.
Shovel dad Shovel.
The snow is white.
The dad is red.
Dad like the snow has fallen.
See Mom.
See Phone.
Call mom call
before Dad dies.
Down our street come the white van
With backward letters.
Hurray van Hurray.
See the tires spin
See the van spin.
Crash van Crash
into the ditch.
See Mom.
See Tears.
Fall tears Fall.
The air is very still.
The dad is very still
See Sky.
Gray sky Gray.
See Snow.
See Dad.
Fall snow Fall
cover-up the dad.

ANJI

i am a southern california gal through and through. you can hear it in my accent, that calls to mind slacking surfers; you can see it in my style — the penchant for year round bare feet; but most of all you can sense it in my attitude — that laid back, chilled out, keep it mellow vibe i maintain despite my workload or surroundings. but once upon a time, when i was still a teen, i moved to arizona with my mother for a year. now most people associate arizona with extreme dry heat, but in flagstaff, they get snow.

GUY

The snow has been falling, dripping on my heart for days, and it is now frozen. No sound is coming out, no internal clock ticking, clicking the days of my mortal prison away. Gone are the days, chased by time rushing by, washing me away in it’s tidy tide, forgotten in a prison of ice.
The rain will wash my pain away, leave me clean, cold and still. I’m forever blue, in a crystalized ice cage, here I stay, unmoving, uncaring, for all my cares are gone, forgotten, as I forever sleep, with a frozen heart, buried under deep snow.

JD

I cover my one sin with other sins
First I commented one sin in ignorance
Then I lied to keep hidden that sin, this time not in ignorance
After the first lie another lie is created and after that, another follows
Soon the lies are too many to count and my mind,
spinning out of control,
bends under the effort to maintain a reality that is not real
The mind bends but it does not break.
Is there a breaking point?
Snow covers the ground as far as my eyes can see
Would that pure snow could cover my sins.

HOUSTON

We open with young Karen crying over the puddle which used to be
Frosty the Snowman.
Karen, what’s wrong?
Santa, it’s Frosty, he’s melted.
Ho, Ho, Ho. Don’t you worry Karen; Frosty is made from “Christmas
Snow.” Once he gets a blast of�
But Santa!
What! I mean, yes Karen.
But Santa, Frosty was starting to melt. WAIT! DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!
But it was too late. The Christmas Wind brought Frosty back to life.
Happy birthday! What the [REDACTED]??? Yellow snow?
Now it is a little known fact that Frosty had the strongest pimp slap
of all the snowmen.

LAIEANNA

“Oh come on,” screamed the devil,
“This just isn’t right.
The people are happy.
They won’t even fight!”
His precious lake of fire
Where souls once burned in it’s flow
Was nothing more than slick and solid
And all the ground was covered in snow
In typical demon fashion, he had a blazing fit
Being sure he was heard as he’d stomp and yell
“You’re showing off up there,
Just to prove you can freeze hell.”
“You’re making a mockery of me.
You’re making me a fool.”
He turned towards his chambers, grumbling
“Just look at me; I’m turning blue.”

YXES

A fresh blanket of snow quietly covered the ground when he suddenly noticed a jacket on the path, then some pants, a hat, some shoes. “This was very odd,” he thought, as he continued picking up articles of clothing on his way to the doorway of a rugged cabin that was hidden behind the trees. He saw smoke curling out of the chimney, and candle light flickering in the windows. Then he saw her, standing in the doorway, naked, except for a red santa’s hat, and a bright red ribbon artfully wrapped around her body. She whispered, “Merry Christmas, lover.”

PLANET Z

I keep a snowball in my freezer.
I also keep a severed head in my freezer.
The severed head came off of a guy from the Census Bureau who came around the other day asking nosy questions:
�How old are you?�
�How many people live here?�
�Are you married?�
�Do you have any children?�
All these questions!
So I got angry and chopped off his head.
Looking back, I probably should have just hit the guy with the snowball.
I could really use the space in the freezer that the severed head takes up.
And the snowball, too, I guess.