Category: Stories

Murder on the Dance Floor – a story in 100 words

Cockroach!

As dying words went, this didn’t go far – at least in helping our sleuth discover who gave the-belle-of-the-ball a lethal injection.

A jilted lover, perhaps, but was he even on her crowded dance-card?

A pet-name? Hardly endearing but weren’t spirited Spanish senoritas sometimes attracted to creepy types?

A shared dish at some new-fangled insect-restaurant?

He shuddered, appalled at his cluelessness, and phoned the dance-band rehearsal. They’d noticed nothing, said the conductor.

Our sleuth asked him to recite the setlist to trigger recollections but stopped him after ‘La Cucaracha’.

She’d tried to help, translating the moment her killer struck.

 

 

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The Appliance of Science – a story in 100 words

Case notes. Planet #3, Star-System #495177230648683. Deep archaeological analyses indicate rapid evolution of intelligent primate species followed by sudden decline/disappearance. Unlike previous extinctions, appears self-inflicted. Evidence from widely-scattered artefacts suggests that the early social-cooperation instinct universal to all advanced species was – for reasons yet unclear – supplanted by an overwhelming urge to compete. This set individual against individual and group against group, leading to chronic over-consumption of resources. Undervalued and depleted natural-science investigation meant rear-guard efforts to shepherd/conserve environment too little, too late. Full contact with remaining species awaits detailed linguistic analysis but positive  signs observed in early encounters with ants and cockroaches.

 

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That’s Rich! – a story in 100 words

Miles Bragge-Hampton hated contradiction. You couldn’t blame him. As the only child and heir of wealthy and indulgent parents, his every little whim was gratified. A furious turnover of nannies, servants, estate-workers, tutors and even doctors bore witness to the force of his thwarted will.

A particular revolving-door involved girlfriends and, later, psychiatrists. Mere expertise couldn’t save anyone who got on the wrong side of Smiler.

The nickname stuck when he entered politics. Small fish feared the flash of teeth, notably in his very first Head of State broadcast warning ‘welfare leeches and parasites’ that he was on their case.

 

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Lost in Space – a story in 100 words

Stars fill our view-port, so many they hang like swathes of Velurian fog. It hurts, now, that none will be a destination.

The starship drifts on, mortally wounded, her ills beyond our skill to cure. We spend whole days watching re-runs of the departure, in which our faces appear torn between sadness at leaving our lovely planet and relief at escaping its catastrophic collision with the giant asteroid.

Nights we can’t sleep for cursing our gross scientific incompetence. Our ship’s breakdown was a corporate failure.

What really rankles, however, is knowing that the asteroid missed Veluria by a million miles.

 

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Lest I Forget – a story in 100 words

Go!‘ yells the officer, blowing his whistle.

Climb the trench-wall, troop-of-pals, moving as one. All you been through together, well, nothing parts you now.

Once up, your line maintains a steady walk. Fearing friends may fall in front, you struggle to keep up through quagmires. Ahead, splashes of spent bullets. Few steps more and fresh-air starts screaming.

Giant punches flatten you.

Walk on, grief-stricken.

Sit in crimson mud-pools, crying Mother.

Somehow reach enemy trenches – try and shoot.

Crazy, look for limbs lost in mud.

Sudden darknesses.

Carry home casualties.

Conduct silent roll-calls.

Hope for rescue out here beneath icy stars.

 

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Image: The British Army

Halfway There: a story in 100 words

Light.

Where?

At the end of the tunnel.

That’s only a pinprick. Let’s go back.

We’re halfway there. The end is in sight.

I’m tired. Let’s rest.

We’ll fall asleep and never wake up.

That’s just an old story –

Bones in the dark!

Ooh, give me a piggyback!

I’m not carrying you. Not over rough ground when I can’t see where to step.

Tell me again, then.

Not over rough ground when –

No, I mean, what it’s going to be like there.

Better than here. We’ll see more clearly.

Better than before the tunnel?

Maybe appreciate it better. 

Let’s go.

 

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Here’s a story in 100 words, the first taken from https://randomwordgenerator.com/ to help me sidestep writer’s block! The final word will be the first of another story and so on until I run out of steam …

 

Far ahead, through desert haze, a glimpse of palm trees!

Beneath green leaves the glint of water, crystalline, clear as glass. Already that cool draught in a dusty throat, it appears, miracle cure for parched lips and dried-up thoughts!

Hopes spring internal and steps quicken – a burst dam flowing downhill – ever faster as though those slow days under pitiless suns were mere moments, forgotten fantasies. Here and now, at long last, real life again!

But the palm trees dance away from us like phantoms. Waters shimmer, shiver, break. Promises are all hot air, our hopes just tricks of the light!

 

 

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