Tag: Friday Fictioneers

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

He remembered the building well. He received a telephone call within a few minutes of checking into his hotel from an anonymous caller telling him to get back where he came from if he didn’t “want to be carried out in a wooden box”.

He told the workers he would organize a “sit down” strike against their powerful employer. Sit-down strikers did just that, electing their own “Mayor” and other civic officials and maintaining the plant throughout the strike.

No trespassing meant death to those inside.

100 Exactly

In response to “Friday Fictioneers Challenge.”

“What’s all the commotion about Charlie.”

“It’s an audition for a seafood commercial. They took our glamour shots this morning. I was one of four to be called back a few minutes ago to speak our lines. They narrowed that field down to three. And I am one of the three.”

“Looks like you have some colorful competition.”

“Oh, hoiti toi, there are just a bunch of Koi. Wait, here comes the producer. I hope I’m the winner.”

“Sorry, Charlie. We are looking for someone who has good taste, not taste good.”

Thanks for the encouragement of Friday Fictioneers.

The police said “that it looked similar to cocaine and they probably thought they’d hit the big time.” Nathan stood in front of the TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: “please return the cremated remains of my sister. She died three years ago.”

The next morning the bullet-riddled corpse of a drug dealer named Hoochie Pevens was found on the beach. The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude’s ashes remained. and there was this note. It said: “Hooche sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day.”