Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “It isn’t necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.” ~~ Frank Zappa

I’ll start with a story …

“Holy CRAP, my head!” where was I?

Lord, shitfaced again. Not the first time I’ve slept it off in Brad’s basement.

I stumbled up the stairs, down the hall to the bathroom, stripped and spent eternity under a hot shower. I raided Brad’s closet for clean clothes.

“Hello?” the house was empty. Bitches left and no one checked on me?

Outside I realized the quiet was… QUIET. Like no traffic, people, barking dogs — No mfing birds!

I ran to the next street to find the stripmall stores open and empty. Mannequins were the only witnesses and they weren’t talking.


Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Charles N. Steele says:

    “Proposal for distinctive unit camouflage.”

    “Stupid,” Commander Wang had scrawled across it. “We wear lab coats.”

    Lt. Feng duly stamped it “Incinerate.”

    Feng’s mind wandered to the South China Sea.

    “2021 Budget request.” The Commander’s scrawl read “Approved.” Feng grabbed the “For Release” stamp.

    His previous assignment, ostensibly building fortifications, but mostly time with that lovely private.

    “Shipment of defective syringes.” Feng stamped “Incinerate.”

    Her tight swimsuit. Her curves. The warm sand. Her warm lips.

    “Experimental Warvirus 731-2019nCoV” and Wang’s “too dangerous” scrawl.

    “Oh, for another day with her,” thought Feng as he absently fumbled for the stamp.

    “For Release.”

  • corsair red says:

    For Friday Fiction:

    It’s The Change

    Gentle rain, blood trickling away. A woman, a man, one face up, one down. An automatic close by each.

    Davis knelt. They divided the work; Kenneally did the reports.

    He did the usual examine: wounds, pockets, wallets, jewelry. He stood and thought.

    “ Interesting. 9 mils. Probably lovers, same address, different names. “ He handed Kenneally two business cards.

    He knelt again and looked closely at the heads and hands.

    He stood, chuckling. “ We can put this away. “

    “ Why are they dead? “

    “ They discovered they are both trans. “

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