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  1. Some of my 100 word short stories

    by , 9th-December-2012 at 10:04 PM
    100 word short stories. I love writing them, they are a challenge. Here's a few:

    Uncle Mort

    No one spoke of him anymore. Hoagie could never figure out why his uncle had become the shame of the family. Uncle Mort was brilliant and funny, a bit odd in some ways but always an inventor.


    Hoagie remembered the day his uncle gave him the notebook with detailed designs. “They're going to take me away Hoagie, they think I am insane.” Hoagie asked “Why Uncle Mort? You invent stuff that helps people alot.”


    Uncle Mort smiled. “Yes Hoagie, I invent to help humanity. My truth field generators are active in Governments and Courthouses throughout the world.”


    Prey


    “He's too young, Papa! Don't let him see!” cried Miriam. “Woman, he's old enough!” Old Mark croaked. Jared strode into Agatha's cottage, bravado of youth burning and froze mid-stride, the odor hit him. He stared.


    “Jared, we left Earth eons ago to escape the curse. Our lives grew longer because we outran it and hid. I'm over a million years old, many of us are.” Tears cascaded from Mark's green eyes, mourning his lifeless wife.


    “See death, Jared. Understand it. The ancient hunter has found us. Go home and tell your Father, we fold out tonight.”



    Young Stanley

    Mementos packed, goodbyes said. Young Stanley Arthur prepared to leave. His parents were distraught, his sister weepy. That didn't matter now.


    Selected from 4 billion candidates, Stanley's mind and DNA, he was the perfect match. He would be galaxy’s away, becoming father to new races.


    Ympeti, ancestors to thousands of races were dying. Indescribably beautiful, Ympeti females needed Stanley's seed. His boundless intelligence and keen mind terrified his people. He had to leave.



    Better ...
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  2. There everywhere!

    by , 4th-February-2012 at 10:33 PM
    There's a terrorist behind every rock and bush.
    There's terrorists that tweet.
    There's terrorists that monitor communications.
    There's a terrorist on your street.
    Look, over there there's a terrorist buying cargo pants at the GAP.
    I think there's a terrorist hiding behind that log!
    My gosh, terrorists are everywhere. Two of them just drove past.
    Oh No! The terrorists are in my house, one of them is my dog.
    The terrorists are in the open, hiding in plain sight.
    I'd go out and stop them if I could.
    But the government says it isn't right.
    "Leave the killing to us citizen!" the authorities yell
    Hide under your bed and switch off the light.
    Let the governmentt take care of us and cast a special anti-terrorist magic spell.
    Life is really easy when you close your eyes and dream
    Just make sure a terrorist isn't hiding in your mind, waiting to take you to Hell.
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  3. Hamlet as told on the street

    by , 3rd-February-2012 at 08:40 PM
    HAMLET AS TOLD ON THE STREET
    Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardin’ the castle,
    Leanin’ on their spears, not lookin’ for no hassle,
    Havin’ themselves a brew or two,
    When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo.
    And here comes this ghost, lookin’ ragged and rank,
    In a rusty suit of armor, goin’ clank, clank, clank.
    They say, "Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you our dear departed king?"
    But the ghost don’t say one motherfuckin’ thing.
    He goes, "Wooo-wooo-wooo." They say, "Hey, we better split,
    And go tell Hamlet about this shit." So they run find Hamlet, they say, "Hey, sweet Prince,
    Your daddy’s ghost been seen runnin’ hither and hince.
    He’s all full of maggots and he’s grizzly and grim,
    Somethin’s rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it’s him."
    Hamlet say, "Oh, are you sure it’s my pop?
    Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top?
    Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear
    And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?"
    They say, "Hey, the thing just flittered by our station,
    We didn’t give him no phyical examination.
    And we don’t know for sure if your daddy was the one,
    But we do know a motherfuckin’ ghost when we see one."
    Hamlet say, "Show me where you spied this spectral klunk
    So I see if it’s my pop, or if you was both drunk."
    So they bring ol’ Hamlet to the spot, and then
    They wait five minutes and wooooo ---
    Here he comes again.
    He got gray skin, black teeth and hollow eyes,
    Beckonin’ like this -- young Hamlet cries,
    ...
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  4. The Little Boy and the Old Man

    by , 3rd-February-2012 at 08:21 PM
    “The Little Boy and the Old Man

    Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
    Said the old man, "I do that too."
    The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
    I do that too," laughed the little old man.
    Said the little boy, "I often cry."
    The old man nodded, "So do I."
    But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
    Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
    And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
    I know what you mean," said the little old man.”

    -Shel Silverstein
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  5. Awakening

    by , 30th-January-2012 at 08:02 PM
    Awakening

    Men come to the Men’s Rights Movement in different ways.

    For some, it’s a clap of thunder over your house in the dead of night. You are jolted from deep sleep to full consciousness in a heartbeat.

    Most of us come to the new reality by a slow process. If you will, jigsaw puzzles in the recesses of your mind.

    Time and experiences slowly click a piece at a time into place until the puzzle is complete and you begin to see the undeniable fact of how men are perceived and treated in Western society.

    In a dark corner of your mind exists an old black and white television, covered in dust on a shelf next to an old instruction manual for a CD player and a box labeled “Stuff to do later”.

    The TV has been there for years. It’s on and nothing much is seen on the screen except snow and flits of images that pass. The sound is turned down because it’s just a low hiss of white noise. You ignore the TV, nothing of interest is on. The wire clothes hanger antenna isn’t picking up much.

    Time goes by and life winds its course. Something happens to you at work or in your life that does not seem right. Perhaps you are out with some friends and see a man and woman arguing across the street. She knees him in the testicles and he drops to the ground in pain. All of you exclaim in unison “OOOoooooo” “Ouch!” Someone says: “What did he do to deserve that? The girls in your group giggle and point at the guy doubled over in pain.

    There’s an image on the old black and white TV, you glance over at it then look away. A feeling that something is not right about the situation swirls around in your mind, kicking up a bit of dust. You notice the TV set is much closer than it was previously.

    *Click* The puzzle has the first piece laid down.

    Life continues and the trials and tribulations of your existence move slowly forward. Situations happen ...
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