Mean Orc

Octoberville

Peter and Matt, two friends of the orc, were talking in the hospital corridor.

“No orc should have to go through this. The contusion was serious and now he’s talking funny. Everyone is laughing at him.” Peter rolled his eyes in disgust.

“Well, I suppose,” replied Matt, “but he was always slightly mean. Don’t you remember when…”

“I really don’t care. He should be respected. He’s fragile now.”

Suddenly, the orc died.

Peter waved. Matt got closer.

“I killed him,” whispered Peter.

“What on earth? Why??”

“I was talking to him and, man, did he have a mean bad breath.”
100 Word Stories
(PICK TWO: Track, Jill, Pinkerton, Blasphemous, Contusion, Orc, Zither, Neutral)

Bank

Enoshima

The security camera of the bank turned slowly, especially because it would get stuck in a certain position looking away from the main room into a wall. When Deborah stood in front of the camera frantically waving for help, Thomas, the security guy, was watching TV. The SWAT team stormed the bank and saved Deborah. Thomas took a glance, still the wall. But it was time to go home. He put on his coat and walked downstairs, a broom in hand, to hit the slow camera back into motion. Then, Deborah grabbed the broom and hit Thomas with it, quickly!

100 Word Stories

Thump

Wintersweet

Thump, thump, thump, the little rabbit rushes on, thumping his little leg on the ground.

And he huffs and he puffs.

Thump, thump, thump. Away, farther away, the little rabbit thumps southbound, immersed in thoughts profound.

And he huffs and he puffs, harder and harder and kicks and kicks around.

“Where’s the playground? Where’s the foxhound?”

And the thumping little thumps, they abound.

Sick of this monotony of sounds, the thumping rabbit goes underground, still huffing, still puffing.

But, oh… what happened, what happened? He tripped, knocked his head on the ground, poor little thumping rabbit, said the wicked ultrasound.

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What a Circus

Octoberville

Four men entered the Carnival grounds and shot a few rounds left and right before robbing the cash register in the souvenirs stand. Luckily, they didn't hurt anyone. Sophie, however, wasn't happy. She pulled on her father’s hand, wide-eyed. The 5-year old pointed at the carousel, a big hole on the thigh of one of the horses. The father nodded. When the robbers were arrested, they were sick to their stomachs. Sophie’s father, with the help of other by-standers, had tied them up to the colorful horses, heads down, and made them go a few rounds, left and right.

100 Word Stories