When Bobby turned five, he wanted his cake decorated like that "Harry Potter" series of books he'd seen, but was too young to read or watch the movies.
"No," his mother said.
(When you're five, you don't take no for an answer.)
So, his mother made a cake with a demon made out of chocolate cookies inside an icing pentagram, a candle at each star point.
At the party, all of Bobby's friends sang, and then he blew out the candles.
The 100 word stories weekly challenge is where I post a topic to podcasting.isfullofcrap.com and then you write and record a story based on that topic.
Let's go ahead and set the next topic to Muffin basket.
Send the following to isfullofcrap (at) gmail.com with the subject line of WEEKLY CHALLENGE 228 by midnight on Saturday:
The text of your story.
Your site's URL.
What you would like the topic of Weekly Challenge #229 to be.
A recording of your story in .mp3 format.
If you do not feel like recording your story, well, go ahead and send the text of the story in anyway. I'll have someone record it for you.
Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven, 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... was.... um...
It's Masks!
VOTING
Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed):
Abigail
Her sister was tapping on her cheek," Hmm, not done yet." her fingernail clicking dissatisfaction. Beneath hooded eyelids the slim view of sleeves flourishing, the sleight of hand, "Don't move." She had given her a light therapy kit too."This flashing causes the molecules on your skin to scurry and bombard into each other and then they hold one another close. Wrinkle free! Smooth!" These words peeled off as thoughts of her sister telling her she was an Indian Princess, the igloos they made, and the double angels in the snow when she held on to her tight, scurried and bombarded.
Lewis
the hideous creation oozed itself
around the lab. The doctor's
experiment was getting out of
hand. It was scary, except
it wore silly masks of
three cartoon characters. He told
one person of his experiment.
It was after he injected
her with nanites to cure
his fiance's terminal disease. Before
their very eyes, her arm
turned a dark purple. It
later became shiny and then
started to droop as if
it were geletan. A few
days later, she was just
a mess of purple ooze
moving around, longing for revenge.
As she absorbed him through
osmosis, he turned purple too.
Freereed
"i want you to paint my wife. money's no object."
"Send her in next week; we'll make a start."
He'd never worked with anyone so sad or still.
The first five months he enjoyed the opportunity to really paint a face.
During the last month he started talking to her ~
"Signora. tell me please, why are you so sad?
"The week I came to you I lost a baby. It would've been my first."
"Ohh, my sympathies..."
"My husband doesn't know."
"I will paint your secret into the mask of your portrait. I will never say a word."
"Mille Grazie."
Zackmann
Have you seen my house and if you have will you help me find it. I bought a new house cheap
but it was not in the best neighborhood and my insurance guy said I could get a fifty percent
discount if I bought a cloaking device as an anti-theft measure and it works really well as long
as the batteries don't go dead in the remote before you memorize your address. Until I recharge
the batteries in the remote, I can not unmask my house. I may never find it since the neighbors
have cloaking devices on too.
I walked into Jen's Wax Candle Emporium, a shop that sold candles by the scents they masked.
I saw "just ate beans", "wet dog", "old kitty litter","dirt diaper" and almost any smell you would
like to cover. She even had nosegays just in case you don''t care what other people smell.
Not finding the one I need I asked Jen if she had anything that masks the smell of tuyo. She
replied sorry so far I have found nothing to cover the smell of warmed dried fish but this sample
of "mouse stuck in furnace" might help.
Almo
John got out of the van and opened the back door. He smoothed his hands over his new blue coveralls. Stanley called from the driver's seat, "Get the tools."
John looked quickly through the neat stacks of equipment in the boxes.
"Make sure we have pliers," Stanley yelled.
"What kind?" John called back, pawing through the various implements.
"Needle nose," Stanley said. "And tape."
"Tape?" John said.
"It masks the screams," Stanley told his rookie assistant.
John got the tape and the pliers and closed the doors of the panel van with the "Torture Inc." logo emblazoned on them.
Graceful
She logged into the online store and reviewed the products list.
Scanning the names running down her screen, she watched for the one
she had heard about.
Anger
Ball
Behind
Burn
Carnival
Catcher
Ceremonial
CPAP
Data
Death
Demon
Dennis, Rocky
Dionysus
Diving
Effect
Female
Face
Fencing
Fluid
Gas
Goalie
Groucho Marx
Halloween
Hidden
Iron
Janus
Japanese
Jung
Mardi gras
Mobile Armored Strike Kommand
Munch, Edward
Nixon
Odor
Oxygen
Polycarbonate
Tape
Welding
Zorro
Maybe she had missed it. Scrolling back she found it, and clicked.
"Pain, Masks"
Upgrading to priority mail, she would have it next time he said those words.
TJ
AHA!
They don't show this in the comics.
My heroic alter ego, AHA!, has a knack for anticipating where the bad
guy is going to be and then getting there ahead of him. I'm assisted
by logic, vector awareness and basic math.
So when I intuit the bad guy's escape route from the bank heist will
take him through this nice lady's living room and I get there ahead of
time I trip her Brinks home alarm. The police pull off my mask and I'm
just Harold Feinstein, math teacher.
They got the other guy too. We're sharing a cell. AHA!
Norval Joe
The warbling call to prayer echoed from the minarets of the city's mosque. Those close by made their way quickly inside. Faithful believers, too far away to reach the building by the appointed hour, rolled out prayer rugs in their homes, businesses and even in the dusty cobbled streets.
A man walked quickly from his truck, away from the mosque, his hood pulled down to mask his face.
Still others, far away, gathered around a table and two cell phones, in a small stuffy room.
They awaited the word.
One phone rang.
A voice said, "You may make the call."
Planet Z
The face of the first CPR mannequin was modeled after a beautiful woman who had drowned in the River Seine.
Her death mask was a popular addition to many homes, and one of those led to its use on the dummy.
The most important lesson one learns with the dummy is only to administer CPR to someone who is not responding.
So when the dummy turned to me and moaned "Let me rest in peace!" I fainted.
And the entire class tried to administer CPR to me.
A broken nose and three cracked ribs later, I threw out the dummy.
The problem with child actors is that they eventually group up.
But if a series is popular, you want it to go on forever.
Recasting the parts is risky. Even with surgery, no two kids are alike.
We've tried cloning, but DNA only goes so far. The clones can be just as different as a surgically-altered double.
Computer-generated actors provide a consistent look and sound, but they're horribly expensive to create and maintain. And they're not as expressive as real humans.
Growth-suppression hormones are the answer. Freeze them at the age you want.
Commonly known as the Drabble, 100 word stories are an extremely brief form of flash-fiction. My obsessive-compulsive nature forces me to write them, record them, and then publish them here for all the world to enjoy or ridicule. Recently, other talented and tortured writers have joined me in my quest to combine brevity with what we hope is wit.
Every Sunday, a new Weekly Challenge will be posted. I'll offer up a topic or theme which you will use as the inspiration to write and record your own 100 word story. Then, send them to me via email so I can include them in a podcasted collection for all to enjoy.
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