Monster’s Eyes (a 100 word story)

I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this.  I try to be a good person most of the time.  I help old ladies across the street sometimes.  I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store.  These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.

Sure I had my bad times.  We all have those.  Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.

My fist smashed the mirror.

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Heavenly Blues

Kortney listened to the blues floating down from heaven above.  In this case, heaven was Marvin’s, a dive bar located on the second floor of a rundown building that seemed to have lived the hard life the lead singer was lamenting about.  Kortney fondly stroked the broken brick façade with fondness.  She had been coming here steady since she was old enough to fall in love.  The problem was Marvin’s served liquor, and since Kortney had been thirteen at that time she could go no farther.

The regulars all knew her by name.  Hell, some of them offered to sneak her in, but today heaven was about to open up for her.  She took out her license and grimaced.  She hated her picture, but that date blazoned on it showed she was twenty-one as of today.  She opened the door and climbed those tired stairs, each step a religious pilgrimage.

At the top of the stairs the bouncer, Charlie, sat there on a tired looking chair.  He rubbed the sweat from his bald head with a paisley handkerchief.  “Hey there Kort.  Aren’t you being a bit bold?  You knows the rules.”

Kortney gave Charlie a smile.  He was one of the ones always offering to sneak her in, but she never took him up on the offer.  She always wondered what if, but now she knew it was worth it.  This was worth doing it right.  She held out her license.  “I’m all good, sir.  You just check it out.”

Charlie laughed and waved her hand away.  “Girl, you think I don’t know what day this is?  Get yourself in there.”  Charlie got up and opened the door for her.

Kortney paused with her hand still out.  She really wanted him to check it, to see that she really had crossed the threshold, but then she accepted his acceptance into the heavenly throng.  She smiled a nervous smile and put her license into her handbag.  She then crossed the threshold.

The music caressed her with a refreshing familiarity, but with a fidelity that set her soul vibrating.  The bartender, Liza, nodded in Kortney’s direction and pulled a long draft, setting it on the ancient bar top.   Liza pointed at the beer and then to Kortney before she turned to serve another old timer.

Kortney practically danced over to the bar.  When the music paused she found her voice.  “Sorry Liza, but I didn’t order this.”

“I did.  It’s my birthday gift to you.  I wouldn’t worry about thinking about paying for anything tonight, girlfriend.  Tonight you’ve come home.”  With that, Liza went back to her other customer.

Kortney picked up the beer and the band kicked into the next song.  She slumped onto a bar stool and sipped at her beer.  Heaven was better than she had ever imagined it was.

 

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Drive (an acrostic poem)

Distilling the world into its essence

Rebranding it as makebelieve

It could be labeled the fundamentals of insanity

Vivian loved it when she played with the alchemy

Eventually, her internal philosopher’s stone might create gold

 

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Join the Club (a 350 word story)

Marty looked around the empty classroom.  He checked his watch again.  It was still 7:10.  He got up and made sure the sign was still hanging outside the door.  After verifying that, he went back to his seat and checked his watch again.  It was now 7:11.  He couldn’t believe he was the only person on all of campus that wanted to be a part of this club. He had put the meeting notice on all the school’s social media sites.   Everyone had to know by now that the interest meeting was scheduled to start at 6:30.  He looked over to the front table where two pizzas were getting cold.  He wasn’t hungry anymore but decided to grab a slice.  He opened the box that was the veggie lovers and took a limp piece out and placed it on his paper plate, dropping half his toppings back into the cardboard coffin it came from.  He was about to reach back in to get his remaining spoils when the door opened.

Marty spun around so fast that his pizza slice slid off the plate and landed cheese side down on the floor.  The woman who had entered was dressed all in black.  Her black makeup contrasted perfectly with her perfectly enhanced pale complexion.  She was a fallen angel, sent to him to give him the courage to move forward, he was certain for that.

The fallen angel looked around at the empty room.  “Is this the anime club?”

Marty blinked his eyes as he watched his waves of hope crash on the rocks of despair.  “No.  This is the interest meeting for the future world dominators.  It’s a club I was trying to start up.”

The fallen angel finally noticed the kamikaze pizza slice bleeding out grease on the industrial tile floor.  “You have pizza?”

Marty pointed at the boxes on the table behind him.  “Lots.”

A smile bloomed on her face.  “Sign me up!”  She walked past Marty to get to the pizza.

Right then Marty knew one day he would take over the world with her at his side.

 

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Sofia’s Choice (part 1?)

Sofia looked at the entrance exam and crossed her eyes.  This was her chance out of her miserable mistake for a life.  Her mother was useless and her father, well he had escaped already and Sofia hated him even more for not taking her with him.  This exam was his parting gift.  If she could get through this with a good enough grade she was off to boarding school.  It was supposed to be a “magical experience that would transform today’s promising youth into the leaders of tomorrow.”  That chance at something better is why Sophia went to The Whiteside Academy testing center for this torture session.

Uncrossing her eyes she tried the problem once again.  It started with two trains heading towards each other and ended with a reference to Groucho Marx.  Thank God it had multiple choice answers, but those made even less sense.  How the hell was this supposed to tell how good she was.

She circled c since she was told by Bobby Fredrick that most of the time multiple choice answers were c.  She then erased her choice.  Circling random letters based on Bobby made less sense than the actual letter c on the test.

Sofia looked at the clock.  Time was running out, and she was pretty sure she didn’t have a single answer right.  She reread the question and thought hard, but there still wasn’t rhyme or reason.  She was about to give up but then decided that if she was going to fail that she was going to fail on her terms.  She crossed out the text of option e and started to write.

“The answer is me getting into your school and getting me out of the hell I am in.  I would totally destroy any obstacle you put in front of me that makes sense.  But if you want an answer to this problem, I would have to say Princess Leah would land between the trains and totally dual-wield lightsabers to save both trains.  Oh, and Groucho Marx would make her the honorary Marx sister.”

Sofia circled her answer about thirty times before putting her pencil down.  She flipped her paper over and got up from her desk.  The other kids, furiously writing on their papers, gave her evil stares as she broke the sacred bond of purgatory they all shared until that moment.  She didn’t care because there was no reason to wait before going back to her useless life.  When she walked past the proctor, he gave her his best-raised eyebrow trick, but it was lost on her.

She left the testing facility and began the two-mile walk back home.  Sophia brainstormed what was going to be her next plan.  She could run away from home, but would that be any better.  Unlike her jerk dad, she didn’t have a stash of cash to make good on her mistake.  She wasn’t going to go from a bad situation to something worse.  Why couldn’t she catch a break?  She kicked a random piece of trash on the sidewalk and stepped in some dog shit.

“What the hell?” Sophia shouted.  “She looked at the sky.  “Screw you!”  The anger was followed by not being able to see, her eyes filling up with tears she refused to let go.  She wasn’t going to give God, the universe, the flying spaghetti monster or anyone else the pleasure of seeing her break.

“Looks like you’re having a shitty day.”

The voice startled her, and she spun to see an older black woman with half her head shaved, and the other half in tight pink cornrows.  She drove a black Tesla Model X and had so much jewelry on her fingers than Sophia wondered how she could hold onto the steering wheel.

The woman exuded confidence and capability, something that attracted Sophia, but she wasn’t going to let that show.  Sophia drew herself up and began walking again.

The woman glided her car at the same pace as Sophia.  “Want a lift?”

“Sorry, I’m not interested in being a prostitute or a drug mule,” Sophia said, dragging her fouled shoe.

“That’s good since I wouldn’t want that type of woman to be in my school.”

Now that stopped Sophia in her tracks.  “What did you say?”

“So I guess we’ll have to get your hearing looked at.”

“Haha.  You are funny, not.”  Sophia crossed her arms.  “What was that about your school?”

The woman smiled a cocky smile.  “You can hear. “  She paused, but Sophia didn’t rise to the bait.  “You wanted into Whiteside.  I’m willing to give you that shot.”

“Sure, after that test?  Please.  You are some kind of perv who was watching for a kid to leave the testing center.  Nice try.  Go find someone else.”

“I enjoy spunk, but you need to pull the claws back right now, Sophia.”  Sophia’s eyes bulged.  “Yeah, I know who you are, and your answer to the problem was the correct one.  Leah is always right, but dual-wielding is a bit much don’t you think?’

Sophia had to pick her jaw up off the proverbial floor.  The woman smirked, but kept quiet, allowing Sophia’s brain to finally catch up.  “You mean it?  I’m in?”

The woman pointed to the passenger seat.  “Get in.  We’re going to be late as it is.”

Sophia started to walk around the car, but then remembered what was on her foot.  “Look, you have a nice car and well…”  She pointed at her feces covered shoe.

The woman shook her head and snapped her fingers.  “One last time, get in or else I’m out of here.”

Sophia was about to say something when she realized her shoe was clean, the crap somehow had fallen off.  Sophia didn’t understand what was going on, but she knew that this was her best chance to leave her shitty life behind.  She ran the rest of the way around the car and hopped in.  “Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice.

The woman put on a pair of sunglasses that looked like they cost more than everything in Sophia’s life.  “We’ll see if you still think that in a month.”  With that, the woman put the Tesla into ludicrous mode and punched it.

 

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Lick (an acrostic poem)

Lounging in the shade, Marcus stared at his ice cream cone

It was dripping chocolate down the cone, almost touching his hand

Chills of pleasure went down his spine as he slurped up the drippings

Keeping his eyes closed in rapture, he didn’t see the rest of the ice cream tumble to the ground

 

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