100 Words - Tell Your Tale!

[hectorberlioz]

"Happiness is my middle name!" declared Sally, with enthusiasm in her voice. Only yesterday her NEW roller skates had been delivered by post, and she had used them around the house. The Gallagher family didn't have rugs or carpets in their house now. They were of no use when their eldest daughter would roll all over them and wear them down. Sally was happy now that she had bought new roller skates. Her old pair had been chewed to bits by a neighborhood dog.

Sally and her family sat down to a dinner of venison and vegetable stew, with cornbread.

Next subject: cheating

[klatukatt]

(I would post more, but I have no computer and I'm not about to write a whole story on my iPhone.)

[klatukatt]

“It’s not exactly cheating. I did ask for permission.” She pouted at the accusations being thrust upon her. The other girl jumped out of bed.
“You could have told me you have a boyfriend. We’ve been going out for two weeks!”
“I just didn’t think it was important,” said the first girl, sheepishly.
“You still hid this from me.” She crossed her arms and sighed. “I knew you were using me.”
“No, silly." She jumped out of bed and took her lover’s hands. “I love you and him both.”
The two girls shared a kiss.
“Besides, it’s not exactly cheating.”

next topic : cheese

[Grey_Wolf]

The Common Hemskings are little furry creatures about 2 inches tall, with sharp fangs, lives beneath the beds of the inhabitants of the house they have chosen as their abode, eagerly awaiting the person to put his or her feet down in the morning, and rushes forward to have a quick bite.

The Nut Hemsking lives under the living room sofa waiting for the people in the TV-set to put their feet down, which, of course, they never do.

These creatures, can however be lured out of hiding by a piece of Brie or Camembert, them being partial to cheese.

Next subject: Film Noir

[hectorberlioz]

Jason sat in the near-empty theater, in the front row. Nobody else seemed to enjoy this movies, but he did. They were always filmed in black and white, or the film was inverted so that the colors were skewed. Depending on your definition of "skewed." For Jason, it was just right. This was how real life should be, he thought.

Another thing about these films is the characters always smoked, and there was always a long wisp of it clouding the camera screen. That was too cool for Jason. He opened his cigarettes and violated the sacred rules of the theater.

Next subject: working at a construction job

[Coffeehouse]

The sun stood menacingly at its zenith.

Watching over the myriad of builders that covered the vast expanse of burning sand, it left no one in doubt who ruled Egypt. Ra’s chariot drew slowly over the blue sky on this midday in July. Amon looked up amid the sweat that seeped from his scalp. The salt water stung his squinting, brown eyes. With his hand covered in fine, light brown sand he brushed the water of his forehead and returned to hacking powefully but with intent at the shimmering white limestone confronting him.

It was a long wait till sunset.

Next subject: Brain surgery.

[hectorberlioz]

Dr. Mimi prepared her neurosurgical instruments. Her patient, professor James Kallengrough, was stretched out on the surgery table. His nose rose in the air prominently.

Dr. Mimi never had any doubts about her abilities, but for some reason the professor's behavior about surgery made her uncomfortable. He wasn't calm about it as most of the patients were. In fact, he had thrown quite a tantrum upon entering the surgery ward.

As the x-rays had shown, it was an ependymoma. The assistants were nervous. They kept dropping instruments, which had to be tossed away or re-cleaned. In the end, the operation was successful.

Next subject: life as a reverend, rabbi, or imam

[Coffeehouse]

Muhammad ibn Saghani peacefully held up the Koran, preparing for the day's prayer.

The mosque's muezzin was calling, verse by verse, out for the Fajr prayer while the sun's first glimmering red light awoke over the roofs and palm trees of Damascus. Time for Friday prayer.

Ibn Saghani walked barefeet towards the mosque's entrance to greet the early morning guests. His dasdar was carefully wrapped over and around his head and Ibn Saghani motioned his left hand to make sure it was so.

Outside came people from all parts of town to give prayer and ibn Saghani welcomed them in.


Next topic: Dog-sleigh race

[Rosie Gamgee]

Moe and Barley were huskies. They had worked together since they were pups, though they were not brothers. They had toiled and beaten themselves into the ground trying to break in the young team to their way of racing. And now all that work was going to pay off.

There was the finish line. Moe and Barley strained and tugged and barked fiercely to encourage the others to give it all they had. Come on! There was the tape; it was just inches away!

SNAP! The thin tape broke. The finish line passed under their feet. They had done it!


Next subject: Algebra

[Coffeehouse]

( I am amused that I ended unintentionally up with a new 100-word story of another Muhammad, the first to coin Algebra with its modern-day name)

Mohammad ebne Mūsā Khwārazmī walked, deep in thought, under the stooping palm trees of Baghdad. By the bank of the Euphrates a fishing vessel was silently bobbing in the water, slightly unbalanced. Khwārazmī quickly recognized that if the owner had placed a crate of fish on the windward side and taken away one on the leeward side it would remain still.

A thought touched Khwārazmī: Like the repositioning of an uneven vessel he could do this with his mathematics! Add a symbolic weight on one side of the problem and take it away from the other side! He ran off.

Next topic: Cooking with too little food and too many guests!

[hectorberlioz]

Mrs. Jolly considered her dilemma. Fourteen guests, and not much time to prepare anything that involved using the stove or oven. She glanced at the fruit basket and her mind quickly ran through the possiblities. Seven bananas, three oranges, and one kiwi.

It would have to be a fruit tray.

Mrs. Jolly sliced the fruit up and placed it neatly on a large platter. Something was missing. Almonds! She opened the cabinet and took out a large jar of mixed nuts. She poured them in a bowl, and was then ready to serve her guests. A fine snack prepared in only minutes!

Next subject: a flat tire out in the middle of the desert

[Coffeehouse]

Hector glanced mischievously at the brunette sitting beside him in his brand new, dark red Chevrolet. The tires spat out gravel into the air as Hector pushed down on the pedal and sped across towards the panoramic horizon of the Nevada desert.

But then, just as Hector was hitting 150 miles per hour, a sudden jolt! Hector pulled off his sunglasses and looked in awe as his one tire tore apart on the fuming desert ground, grinding the car into a loud painful halt.

Ouch! The desert boulevard express was no more and the brunette gave Hector a telling look.

Next topic: Qualms of firing somebody

[hectorberlioz]

(Nice, real nice )

Coffeehouse had his morning coffee by himself. He had to fire one of his workers, but he didn't want them to suspect anything from his behavior. But all the employees already suspected. Who would be let go? Surely not Shirley, the enchanting new blond with fast-typing skills. Surely not Tim, with knowledge of fixing computers, an essential part of the job. Burt, who had bad breath from eating too much garlic bread? And the office maid, Martha? Perhaps they could all pitch in to clean the office.

They were all great workers, but good business demanded he fire one of them.

Next subject: getting chased by an enormous pig

[Coffeehouse]

(Hehe Burt got the boot btw)

Farmer Nicholas went across the green meadow by his manor to slaughter one of his prize pigs.

Pig 053, or 'Muddy Mouth', had other ideas. He saw his owner from a loooong distance. He knew what was coming. He'd seen it before. 'Forked Tail', 'Little Pink' and even the skinny, weird pig 'Mr. Clean' had been taken by Farmer Nicholas across the meadow.. never to return.

'Muddy Mouth' knew it.. he must act or die. With a "groint!" and wail that would have made his family proud the fat pig charged out of the enclosure and towards the ill-faithed farmer.

Next topic: Mistakingly believing winning the Lottery

[hectorberlioz]

(We're on a roll today! Three stories in one day. That's a record for me)

Melissa Etheridge sat in a lowly bar in East Manhatten, drinking her fourth "beverage." Nobody would believe it of her, but she liked the lottery. A lot.

She looked past the bartender's shoulder to the TV. The winning number was about to be announced! "So who is our lucky guy or gal?" the host asked his audience. What a sexist pig, Melissa thought. Putting "guys" before "gals." Of course if he had put "gals" before, he would be a chauvinistic pig, so Melissa let him off the hook.

"The winning number is 4981110992." Melissa read her ticket. It read: 4891110992! "I'm rich!"

Next subject: a robot version of Lassie

[Rosie Gamgee]

"A--aaaaarph."
Dr. Clive Samuel couldn't stop the joyous whoop that escaped him. "Ureeka!" he shouted, and danced around his latest creation: a robot dog.
It wasn't a dog, really. It was an aluminum trash-can set on a couple of lawnchair legs, topped with a portable TV screen and a pair of spoons which hung pecariously from either side of the screen(the spoons were for the ears, and Clive would admit that they didn't quite work).
But who cared how it LOOKED?? He had finally created something that could talk back! Inside the trash-can was the computer that made it work. "Speak!" Clive commanded.
"A-aaaarrrph."

Next topic:
Internet advertising

[hectorberlioz]

(Wahahaha! Brilliant, just brilliant)

"We simply need MORE MONEY!" screamed Rosie Barnum. She was manager of GAMMAWCWWSOE Ltd. (Get As Much Money As We Can While We're Still On Earth, Limited), which was a company that helped websites maximize the effectiveness of advertising.

"Nobody wants to click on an ad that sells you expensive insurance. So whaddya do?" She looked at her pet dog, Petey B. The dog gave a harmless growl, agreeing. Everyone wanted to agree with her. They dare not disagree.

"We need a character/symbol--yes! A dirty old man from the wild west who sells insurance."

Rosie Barnum set about with her advertising scheme.

Next subject: a fantasy story (NOT rated XXX etc. You know what I mean)

[Mari]

He felt so embarrassed.
Brrzywniek looked down at his spherical bodyshape and then back to the stars.

The stars held no secrets for him anymore. He let his mind zoom to the planet to his right and looked down on everyday life there.
He knew the planet as HM7oo9jK, but the inhabitants called it Sidhe, named after the long gone ancestors of the current Faerie and Elves.
He zoomed further in on a young Faerygirl. She was blissfully unaware of the worlds besides her own.

*sigh* He knew so much, but he had not known that today’s bodyfashion would be rectangular...

Next subject: A dying tree and its Dryad

[hectorberlioz]

Leafilillia was a dryad in a large forest. In older times the forest was vibrant with new life, but now young trees were scarce. Big trees became older and sadder.

An earthquake had split the forest in half. A deep, dangerous ravine now seperated the two sides, a danger to man or animal who didn't anticipate it.

On the edge of this ravine stood the tallest oak in the forest. It was to this tree that Leafilillia belonged. Sadly the tree, with its roots exposed by the ravine, was dying.

Then the oak fell---across the ravine, creating a bridge to the other side.

Next subject: did you see that fairy?!

[Mari]

"Oh my goodness! Did you see that!?"
"What!?"
"That chicken! It jumped up 5 meters high!"
"That's impossible. Chickens do not jump that high."

Two figures were arguing as they were crawling through the brushes in the big backyard of the house. Nearby, chickens were clocking and looking for food on the ground.

"But that one just did! Honest! Oh look! Now it is making somersaults? What!?"
"Oh shut up, rather than talking about impossible things like a chicken doing somersaults, help me find a fairy. I want it to grant my wish to see something miraculous while I'm still alive..."


Next topic: Escaping imprisonment with the help of a needle