Crash

 

Ten Pages

The bikes were new. He sneered. He didn't know about the upcoming crash. He didn't know she'd made a decision. Which one should he ride first? Yes, this one. She had told him not to, but he wanted to ride those bikes. He didn't care about her. In fact, her words sounded like a warning, the bitch. He never cared about anyone else. He always did what he wanted. When the time came for her to say a few words at the funeral, she sneered and said "Hope you had fun being who you were. Your ride is now over."

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Contact Lens

 

Ten Pages

"This is a contact lens."

"Where's the other one?"

He chuckled, burying his feet in the sand.

"Look."

He held it close to his eye and the wind picked up and the waves became wild.

"What's happening?"

"Want me to kill that bird?"

Before she could say no, the bird just dropped dead.

Horrified, she stood up.

"Where did you get that?"

"Aliens. I meet them every Sunday after church."

"Aliens?! Dead birds?"

He smiled.

"I don't know what else to do with it."

"Rain, dude, make fucking rain. Useless aliens... Giving you, of all people, a... freaking contact lens."

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Mimes

 

Westdell

The Drunk Monk Tavern didn't have a nice brew or even acceptable food but had the best mime contests. Mimes came from miles away to take a chance at winning the big prize. And what was the big prize? Lily. Lily was the daughter of a monk, according to her mother. And Lily desperately wanted to get away from her dishonorable past . The only problem was that she couldn't stand men yapping on and on. She wanted a mime. Her mother agreed especially because they were running out of room in the backyard and the local authorities were getting suspicious.

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Remember

Time Remains

I remember this. Everyone used to find it amusing and mother found it particularly useful. The others laughed and giggled and sneered. And mother snickered, looking like a child about to be naughty.

No one ever said a thing. No one ever stepped in. Father was just too busy to even know. Or perhaps he had decided that it was best for him not to know. She used to hang it around my neck, the string emphasizing the humiliation. And I had to do the house chores with that sign on. It said "Bought and sold". I do remember this.

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Evidence

 

Japanchubu

"No evidence," repeated the impatient historian.

"But Professor..."

The historian stormed out.

Stubborn fuckers, he thought.

So, he went back to Japan to check the temple again.

"Doubting me... Unacceptable."

After weeks of research, he found the small button in a dark corner.

Click. A whole new room opened up.

"Damn, they were right," he whispered.

The historian quickly closed the secret room and pulled a chest over to hide the stupid button.

The next day, the button and his stubbornness were all over the news.

"They followed me..."

And this is how arrogance is the beginning of your downfall.

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Archimedes

 

Octoberville

"Archimedes!"

Archimedes received an envelope in the mail for years. He opened that envelope to find it empty. But he kept all those envelopes, neatly organized by dates, in a shoe-box under the bed.

One day, a man arrived in town asking for him.

"Your instructions."

He rushed to his room. He unfolded all the envelopes open and there it was. A map.

He followed the map and at the location, he found a box.

"Oh, my God! I'm filthy rich."

Ah, his uncle, his only surviving relative, the trickster.

Good thing he hadn't thrown any of the envelopes away!

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Deal

 

Nighthaven

Millions. To sell him for millions. He wanted the millions. He wanted the fancy cars, the huge house, the yacht. He wanted the girls, the jewelry, the paparazzi. He wanted the interviews, the autographs.

Then the millions came and everything else along with it.

It was fun, at first.

When that creep jumped over his fence and held him and his family hostage for half a day, demanding the release of another creep from jail, it wasn't fun anymore.

He stopped playing football. He moved to the mountains to be free.

But he still kept the millions... just in case.

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Of Teeth and Such

 

Milk Wood

Screaming kids running throughout the house, trying to escape the evil toothbrush with that medicinal toothpaste from hell that tasted horribly. This is how I remember Aunt Ethel. She was relentless, always trying to brush everyone's teeth.

One day, she couldn't find any of us (we were hiding) and she walked outside, toothbrush in one hand and the damned toothpaste in the other, armed for a battle only she and us kids understood. But she just left, walked away and left.

That's why we all became dentists. Secretly, we hoped she'd come back to realize she now had an army.

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Cross Country

Pure Dreams

Taking the cross country path was a last minute decision. And it looked like it was the right thing to do.

It was lovely out there. The trees, the birds, the stars. They even found a pathway where all the trees had exotic colorful lamps, guiding them through.

In their oblivious enchantment, they reached the end of the pathway.

"Great, now we have to turn back..."

They didn't know it yet, but they didn't have to, no.

The light mist lifted slowly. It looked so magical, so beautiful.

When they noticed the copious amounts of skulls, it was too late.

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Pop

 

Gehena Vampire Clan

The cork popped.

"It's worth the wait," he said.

She smiled. Yes, two centuries.

"It'll taste sour at first."

She smiled. She didn't like sour.

"But the aftertaste will be sweet."

She nodded. She didn't like sweet either.

In fact, she didn't like anything except the taste of hatred.

Two centuries. And here he was, oblivious that he had betrayed her many moons ago.

She had used her powers to look different, more seductive.

That green bottle was somewhat beneath her, but it would have to do.

Perhaps then she would be able to taste something again. "Pop! And cheers!"

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Camp NaNoWriMo July

Done. No Words is concluded and I will now proceed to the next phase, revising and editing.

This was a well needed step in a long healing process. No one will ever read it, except for one person (B.).

Onwards we go.

Choke

The words “Drink me” were on the label. No one had ever ordered him to drink anything, except his mother when he was a child. She used to say, drink this but don't choke. Why would he choke?

He examined the liquid. Pink. Well, odd shades of green and blue usually demanded caution. But pink?

He shook the bottle. Might as well mix this properly.

He took a sip.

When he started choking, he thought of his mother and the way she would stare at him, waiting.

He knew that look would haunt him to the end of his days.

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Robot

China

The robot mixed the colors.

The robot tilted its head left and right, as he'd seen humans do. Somehow, that felt important.

And the landscape appeared on the canvas. Blacks and blues and whites and a house. The water was so dark the painting turned into night.

The robot paused. Why did the night sneak in? He wanted a bright day of blues and whites and... The black. It was the black.

The night looked nice too. But... A splash of white here and there and...

The robot tilted its head left and right. If he could, he would smile.

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Camp NaNoWriMo July 2022

 

Cover photo by Engin Akyurt

Camp NaNoWriMo is upon us again. It's such a cliché, but time does fly.

This July, I'll write a personal account of the path I have been treading for the past few years. It has not been easy and it's now time to exorcize those demons, trap them and keep them locked up. Writing is a wonderful way to understand things happening around me and, finally, accepting that I am doing my best.

Let the writing begin!

Bleak

 

Milk Wood

"My computer isn't working properly. The USB socket is all messed up. And there's a koala wallpaper that is driving me crazy. I need this fixed asap. That's what I'm paying you guys for."

"Certainly. What's your address? I'll send assistance over immediately."

"Assistance? I can't answer the door. I'm in the pool. The doctor told me to meditate for half an hour in the pool every day."

"Perhaps after the meditation?"

"No, I have a major function later on."

"Tomorrow? After tomorrow? Any day in the future?"

"Are you being snarky with me, young man?!"

The future is bleak.

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Blocker

Mystical Falls

"The bike?"

"Yes! She took it. She says the oddest things. She listens to what I say and reorganizes everything in her head only to spit out sentences filled with hatred. And she says one thing one day to say the exact opposite the next, but swearing she never ever said what she said first. She is crazy. So, I blocked her. There."

"I wasn't talking about her. And I said blocker, not block her."

"Oh... Well, I suppose I'm a pop-up blocker then. She won't pop up in my life again, that's for sure. Sadly, neither will my bike."

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Anywhere

Majesterium

Anywhere was a town in the middle of nowhere. Life was tough.

One day, a stranger came into town. They didn't like strangers.

"Anywhere a man can sleep around here?" He asked.

No one answered.

The next day, he was gone and he never came back.

However, he left a thank you note and a stone."Bury it."

And they did.

A year later, they heard some noises, dug up the stone, but it had disappeared. Instead, they found a tunnel with thousands of precious stones.

The... stone... had hatched and people began to think that perhaps strangers weren't always bad.

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Scoreboard

 

Bmc Village

The scoreboard was off. The race was over.

She had taken her jet ski to the limit and broken it.

The scoreboard would be on again in a few weeks and she had no money.

That's when her life of crime started. A few tools. A few parts. A whole jet ski, why not!

She painted it in her colors so no one would recognize it.

Now, she was sitting in jail. Not because of the jet ski but because she had messed with... the scoreboard.

She thought, what the heck, I'm not going to be dead in the water!

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100 Word Stories

May 31 2022. The seventeenth anniversary of the 100 Word Stories Podcast. It's a remarkable body of work by Laurence Simon (R. in Second Life). He vowed to write a story, 100 words long, every day till the day he dies. And he has written hundreds of stories.

Inspired by R.'s commitment to story writing, I started taking part in the Weekly Challenge. My very first story was read in January 2012. It was called "I Don't Know". I remember that it took me hours - yes, hours! - to write and polish 100 words! And I was so nervous about sending it out.

It's hard to believe 10 years have gone by. I've written over 500 drabbles, continue to take part in the podcast and am forever grateful to R.'s inspiration and generous support over the years.

More stories to come!

Major Consensus

Wonderland 2.0

Major Bunny hurried through the main hall.

"What happened?" Asked Benny, the only human around. He had been adopted by the Bunnies as a kid.

"Not now, Benny, not now."

The bells clanged, prompting everyone to gather.

"Fellow Bunnies, we've been called to action."

Everyone murmured.

"Consensus Bunny has received the order. This is not a drill."

That's when the bunnies stopped being bunnies. And how relieved they were. Thousands of years pretending.

They were still small, but they weren't cute anymore.

"Let's harvest some humans!" Shouted Major Bunny.

And the mob scattered in all directions, much to Benny's horror.

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