100 WC Week 10

Intuition is what made me pause in the courtyard that day. Intuition is making me crazy.

One day, as I walked past a group of statues, I felt a connection. I felt their sorrows, their feelings, everything that I didn't know statues had. I wondered if I was clairvoyant.

Maybe the anciet Spartans weren't as psycho as everyone thought they were, thinking that you could chain someone's spirit inside statues.

Those statues spoke to me, and now I sit with them, rain or shine, and think of the secrets I will someday learn, if I wait long enough. Like a statue.

Week 10 Short Story

There was once three smart men, all from different corners of the great world. Because they thought they knew everything, they stopped listening to the ideas of others.

One day, they all agreed to meet in Japan to discuss all their ideas of the world and universe. Mother Earth watched. They have forgotten between smart and wise, she thought sadly, those brilliant minds were wasted on those selfish men. The smart share their ideas, but the wise listen and become wiser by doing so.

The three men heard the rumble of Mother Earth's voice speaking to them, and paused from their discussion.

"Asher, Mardul, and Andrew," Mother Earth said, for that was their names, "you are smart, but not wise. If you want to be wise, you must listen, but not speak."

The three men left, and ultimately failed at the task set before them. When the three men next gathered, they were disappointed to find none of them were wiser.

"I will give you one more chance," Mother Earth warned, "an event will happen today. It will effect everyone's lives forever. When this happens, you will become wiser."

The date was August 6th, 1945, the day the Americans dropped the atomic bomb on Japan. The moment of the explosion, Mother Earth turned Asher, Mardul, and Andrew into solid statues to protect them.

As the people around them died from intense amounts of radiation, the three men were frozen.

When people examined the wreckage, they found a statue of three men talking. Eventually, the statue was sold and was placed in a courtyard. Now, you can go and see the statue of the three men who are extremely wise, except for you will never be able to tell because they cannot speak. They can only listen. That is their eternal punishment for never listening and only talking. The biggest punishment of all is the fact that the souls of the men live inside the statue. They can never truly die. They are forever, just like the shadows of people who are long gone are still on the walls of the buildings in Japan.

100 WC Week 9

I loved to read comics, always thinking that, to be a superhero, you had to have special powers. I first excerised my 'superpowers' one August day...

*****

A small, flamboyant girl was standing in the the street, giving a performance to her dolls. I noted that a convertible was speeding towards her at an alarming pace. Not sure she would notice in time, I ran, tackling the girl, so she landed on the sidewalk.

"You're my hero!" The girl exclaimed, true adoration in her eyes. I realized that super powers aren't what make a superhero. It's the desire to help others.

Week 8 Short Story

Hamilton stamped his foot on the gas pedal, then the brake, narrowly avoiding a foam cut-out of a dancer.

“Son, if you want to get your driver’s license, you have to be able to avoid obstacles,” Hamilton’s father said, his calm tone only infuriating Hamilton.

It’s more likely I’ll find myself in someone’s swimming pool than successfully getting my driver’s license and seeing the sprawling green countryside, Hamilton thought to himself.

“Why do I have to do this stuff?” Hamilton had a fire burning in his eyes as he tried to turn around in an impossibly tiny parking lot.

“If you’re going to do something, do it right,” his father instructed, “a wise man once said; ‘there are no shortcuts to anyplace worth going.’”  

“I don’t know about you, but I want to go to the countryside by myself, and there are plenty shortcuts to get there.” Hamilton knew he was back talking, which would get him in trouble, but he was so irate he didn’t care.

“You, young man, are not ready to be driving. I will drive us home,” Hamilton’s father exclaimed sternly.

When Hamilton’s father took over the wheel, he pushed his foot on the gas pedal.

Vroom! Vroom!

The car didn’t move, it just continued to make racecar-esque noises.

“Dad? It’s in neutral,” Hamilton chimed in, trying to hold back his laughter.

“I knew that,” his father said.

*****

Later, after Hamilton’s driving test, he returned home, his spirits soaring like a majestic and proud seagull that has just stolen someone’s lunch and is very pleased with itself.

“I passed!” Hamilton exclaimed triumphantly to his mother.

“Hmm,” mused his mother “that’s wonderful news, dear. Did you know your father failed his driver’s test three times before he passed?”

“WHAT!?” Hamilton was so angry, and he felt like a volcano that was about to erupt. His mother, completely oblivious, contemplated the thought of putting broccoli in that night’s stew. Hamilton’s majestic spirit-bird crashed into the wall of skyscraper, and came back down to earth.

“That’s why he wanted you to learn everything before you went for your test. He didn’t want you to be humiliated by your friends when you didn’t pass,” Hamilton’s mother said absently.

Maybe dad wanted the best for me after all, thought Hamilton.

“I’m going to apologize to dad,” Hamilton stated, rather matter-of-factly.

“Okay dear. Pass the broccoli, will you?”

100 WC Week 8

"You gotta have a public image, look like you're doing good for the world," My manager said, "Help a child achieve their dreams of becoming a dancer, start a swimming club."

I nodded.

*****

When I got up on stage, I saw all the people watching me, and I realized that I had the chance to change the world.

"This started off as a way to improve my public image, but now I realize I have a chance to help. You can go green, get an electric car instead of a gas one, but, most likely, what you really care about is what makes the most change. You choose. As for me, I think I'll start with renting my summer house out at low prices so that the less fortunate can have the luxury for once."

100 Word Challenge Week 7

Troy snuck out of his bedroom in the dark of night, obviously wanting to remain secretive. He crept over to a secret door in the back of the hall closet.

He twisted a handle, the door opened and there it was, his secret collection of My Little Pony and Disney Princess DVDs. He selected Frozen, his favourite movie, and returned to his bedroom to watch.

In the morning, Troy felt drained and looked haggard.

"Troy, you're looking more and more exhausted each day," his mother commented.

"Where are all my Disney DVDs?" Shrieked Bella, Troy's younger sister.

"I dunno. Maybe your gerbil ate them," Troy lied.

100 Word Challenge Week 6

Emma arrived at the stables and sauntered over to her Anglo-Arab's, Hermes, stall. She was shocked to see that the stall was empty! Hermes was galloping freely, like he really had wings on his feet.


"Stop! Hermes!" Emma cried, grabbing a leadline.


As Emma raced after Hermes, who was a speed demon, she tripped and landed in a puddle of mud.


"Ew!" She shrieked.


Hermes turned around, tossing his head back like he was laughing. Then, he gracefully cantered back into his stall and latched the door, acting like nothing had happened.


"The worst thing is that I ruined my new, expensive boots," Emma moaned.