Welcome to the 100 Word Stories podcast at oneadayuntilthedayidie.com.
This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
We’ve got stories by:
* Lizzie* Richard* Serendipity* Jerry* Tom* Jon* * Norval Joe* Planet Z
LIZZIE
“A polar front is approaching…” and I didn’t hear anything else.
Nowadays, it’s either too cold or too hot, too windy, too stormy, too something, too whatever.
The polar front is just another weather (aka stressful) event that comes for a visit to this quiet little country in the South of Europe.
The weather website mentions temperatures of 15C (that is 59F).
I think that’s OK. 15 degrees is not that polar.
Now that I think of it… if it starts to snow here, I’ll have to write something else about how silly I was for believing the Internet.
RICHARD
Attraction
They say opposites attract. I’m not so sure.
When I met my wife, we had plenty in common: Similar musical tastes, a shared passion for the same kinds of movies, and a range of interests we jointly pursued.
Now, according to her, we’ve somehow become polar opposites.
She’s an angel – I’m the devil incarnate. She’s always right – I’m always in the wrong. Her needs are paramount – mine, unimportant. And all her family and friends are wonderful, special people – mine are a bunch of losers and reprobates.
But I’ve learned one thing…
Opposites certainly do not attract!
SERENDIPIDY
I fed him to the polar bearsTo supplement their dietAnd soon I’ll do the same with youUnless you promise to stay quietKids really should be seen, not heardIf they want to keep their skinOr else it goes to the tigers‘ denTo stop them getting thinYour sister gave the lions a treatAll minced up for their teaThat’s what you get when you try it onAnd answer back to meSo let that be a lessonTo other children tooBe on your best behaviourWhen mum works at the zoo!
JERRY
Johnny looked out the window of his bedroom.
Across the snow covered yards.
Across the snow covered field.
Across the line of leafless trees with snow outlining their branches.
It was after midnight but something far away had awakened him.
The iron tracks at the railroad crossing stretched north past the horizon.
To the south a distant light wavered coming nearer.
It was a powerful black engine with white steam poring into the sky above it.
The passenger cars followed behind.
Johnny smiled as he lifted the window and edged through to the ground below.
It was the Polar Express.
TOM
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