His Collection, though impressively sized, was effortlessly collected. Causing a plane crash in adverse weather brought his single-biggest haul. His next specimen was a case of patience over effort. The reckless gun-play could have figured more prominently, but waiting for fried banana sandwiches to do their damage took all the legwork out of it. He gathered most cases by simply waiting for those fatal partners “Depression” and “Drugs” or “Alcohol” to take their toll. He thought his latest specimen was going to be toughest of all. Alas, a lifetime of eccentricity and a skoche of greed played together nicely.
This was on the prompt of "A Full Set", from Weekly Challenge #175, for the week of 8/29/2009.
For any who aren't sure what I was going for, it is an abstract description of some other-worldly, superhuman being who "collects" famous, legendary musicians from Earth, who we just see as dying unexpectedly. The story climaxes at the end with a description of Michael Jackson joining his collection. It was my first attempt, and was probably overly heavy-handed and awkward.
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24 April 2014
100 Word Story - Peas in a Pod (Repost from Facebook, 3 October 2009)
Penelope and her sisters were roused from their sleep by the golden-green light filtering through their pod wall.
“M-morr-ning,” she yawned. She got the usual grumbles and murmurs in reply. The others didn’t like mornings as much as Penelope.
As the familiar sounds of machinery starting up for the day reached them, they heard the giants moving through the rows of pod plants around them, and shadows crisscrossed their view.
Something wasn’t right, though; suddenly, she remembered: “It’s Harvest Day!” she screamed. A hand’s shadow slid over the pod, blocking the light, and their pod was torn from its stem.
This was my second effort, written for Weekly Challenge #177 on the prompt of "Peas in a Pod", for the week of 9/12/2009. It was a pseudo-literal tale of anthropomorphic peas in their pods, about to be harvested by the farmers. I liked the way I was able to maintain some level of ambiguity and parallels with sci-fi/Matrix-style stories.
“M-morr-ning,” she yawned. She got the usual grumbles and murmurs in reply. The others didn’t like mornings as much as Penelope.
As the familiar sounds of machinery starting up for the day reached them, they heard the giants moving through the rows of pod plants around them, and shadows crisscrossed their view.
Something wasn’t right, though; suddenly, she remembered: “It’s Harvest Day!” she screamed. A hand’s shadow slid over the pod, blocking the light, and their pod was torn from its stem.
This was my second effort, written for Weekly Challenge #177 on the prompt of "Peas in a Pod", for the week of 9/12/2009. It was a pseudo-literal tale of anthropomorphic peas in their pods, about to be harvested by the farmers. I liked the way I was able to maintain some level of ambiguity and parallels with sci-fi/Matrix-style stories.
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