In Hundred Word Wednesdays on October 17, 2012 at 8:28 am
Sometimes you just get inspired. An opening line will come to you in a flash while you’re brushing your teeth, and you just have to tell that story. This is one of those times. This is what was inside me this morning, waiting to get out onto the internet.
“I wish I had learned to tie my shoes,” thought Mark Wahlberg.
He was halfway through his 5k charity run, and his ankles were really starting to feel it. There were TV cameras everywhere, not to mention thousands of onlookers who could shame him with one post to Facebook.
No doubt he’d been coddled. Someone had always been around to help him with the knot. But he couldn’t change the past.
So he ran on, his sneakers offering no support, his ankles hurting more with each step. “The Funky Bunch can’t help you now, Mark. You’ve gotta do this yourself.”
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on August 29, 2012 at 8:44 am
This story is for the folks who always wanted to do something but never did it. It cuts both ways, apparently.
The sun had begun to set, and a chill was in the air. Ryan was walking home from work, as he always did at this time. He kept his head down, noticing sidewalk cracks and bits of trash and leaves. He worked his way home, efficiently and without any sense of novelty.
“Today,” Jack muttered to himself, as he had every day this week. The unassuming man in the scope of the rifle shuffled along, indifferent, following his chosen path as always. “Just do it already.”
His hand shook, his will dissipated, and the self-loathing set in.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on July 18, 2012 at 10:01 am
Let’s talk about science! Happy Wednesday!
The image resolved with such clarity, such exquisite detail, that he was speechless.
He thought of galaxies and stars, black holes and supernovae, comets, meteors, dust and planets. His mind went further, to minerals and molecules, to elements, to the particles that make up those elements, and to the particles that make up those particles.
For one brief instant, he comprehended it all, top to bottom, the inextricable and absolute sameness of the unfathomably large and the invisibly small. Life had stark meaning and full context.
Then the moment passed, and he looked at the next image.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on June 27, 2012 at 2:43 pm
I like stories of courage, as I am not very courageous. Here is a vicarious tale.
The important thing was to stay in motion, they told her. These creatures were not like the T-rex from Jurassic Park, but some smarter breed. If she stopped, they would find her, and they would kill her. But they were very deliberate, so she could survive if she could keep moving. But where was she going?
She could remember answering an ad that promised wealth, fame, and danger. After that, her life was a blur, and she found herself here, at the edge of this ancient forest. She took one deep breath, then took her first tentative step forward.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on June 20, 2012 at 8:38 am
I wrote this story last night on my phone as I was watching the NBA finals. That is all.
He wasn’t the least bit interested in lemon meringue pie, and yet that had been the topic of conversation for five minutes. He couldn’t care less which local diner had the best pie. But here he was, trying to sound sincere as he agreed with every opinion this lady offered him. “This is why I’ve gotta stop coming to these fucking parties,” he thought. “15 minutes of enjoyment for every hour spent like this.” He tried to find a way to pardon himself while being told about the different toll booths on the Thruway, but to no avail.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on April 25, 2012 at 12:45 pm
Today’s story is about nothing. Hope you like it!!!!!!!!
One day, a tiny moth flew past Edward’s window, around the corner of his small house, and came to rest on a lawn chair in his backyard. Edward watched it land from the next chair over. The two sat quietly regarding each other for a couple of minutes, then the moth flew off.
This was a moment billions of years in the making, and the consequences were at once trivial and monumental.
Neither Edward nor the moth ever thought about the complexity of their interaction. The moth died four days later, and Edward sixty-two years after that.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on April 4, 2012 at 12:32 pm
It’s been a while since a story, so here we go, fresh off the presses. A story about a moment.
He knew that there had been wind, a long gale screaming around him, slowly scouring the walls. There had been images, too – clouds racing, stars aligning, and faces hovering. He felt the sensation of a quickly spinning planet, and the chaotic meaning of its placement in space vibrated within him, and he was overwhelmed.
He saw all this in one brief second of consciousness, then slipped back under. All that remained of this experience when he came to a few hours later was the dried track of a single tear of unfathomable joy on his cheek.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on March 21, 2012 at 12:19 pm
easy to forget
that we technically get paid
for pooping at work
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on March 7, 2012 at 12:06 pm
It is a warming late winter day, not a cloud in the sky. Still, would be nice to get out of work early, wouldn’t it?
The snow started, and just like that, the children stopped paying attention. ‘Why does he bother trying to teach us about geology?’ they wondered. They could go home early. And so instead of soaking up knowledge, they sent out their wishes and their prayers for the snow to keep coming.
As the snow petered out, Mr. Giovanni sighed inwardly. He could never let the kids know how much he wanted to get out, and how disappointing each melted snowflake was to him.
He steeled himself and pretended to care more about volcanoes than a sadly work-filled afternoon.
In Hundred Word Wednesdays on February 15, 2012 at 1:47 pm
Here you go folks. It isn’t really a story, but there are a hundred words of whatever it is. After all, it’s Wednesday. Yay!
That wasn’t the first time we’d met or anything, but that’s when we started hanging out together. It was maybe 12:30 in the morning and the bar was closing down. I’d been in there wasting another paycheck, and was ready to walk home and sleep. I ran into him on the way out, he was full of energy, and he convinced me to hang out with him. We shot the shit til 4AM. I felt great the next day.
We do this most nights. I don’t know his name, he doesn’t know mine, and that’s the way it is.