Tuesday, May 31, 2011

This was my dream last night, but not really, since I don't dream in 100 words, well, that's a lie I might now since I just care so much you know but really I'm serious I dreamed this and I might finish the story and I'm sorry if it's depressing okay I just think like that sometimes you know change it up and whatnot it’s not really that interesting and to be honest I forget the dream mostly but don’t we all I don’t know but okay this title is getting ridiculous so I'll see you tomorrow bye (Part 1)

I awoke into a dream, unaware of the nightmare soon to follow. I could hear the groans of others before the edge of darkness faded and their silhouettes came into view. Four of us, including myself. I felt my way around our situation, and even in the heavy darkness, no, because of it, the outline of our prison was understood. The oppression of a closed room made the air suddenly taste stale. Had we been kidnapped? Drugged? None of us were thinking clearly.

            I’ll never forget her scream. Piercing, a fatal decrescendo, down into the abyss. Save us, please. Please.

Monday, May 30, 2011

No Direction

“Look, I don’t know what’s been wrong with you lately! You’ve been coming here every day, I can’t fault your punctuality, but something is visibly off with your attitude. Are you depressed, or what? The situation does not call for someone with issues, so chin up, okay? You’re not a brooding character, so if this is just a funk you’re in, get out of it quick. Hey! Are you even listening to me? Alright, I’ll walk you through it one more time, but that’s it!

“You can’t tell me how to act!”

“Well, this director’s chair says I can. Action!”

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Writing on empty

It was easy. Almost too easy. Looking down at his egg, he could even say that it was over easy. Jokes aside, he found that contemplating life on an empty stomach never proved to be a fruitful endeavor.

Aaaaaand stop. You see, I was going to continue this story, which I wrote yesterday in physics class, but there’s a problem. I’m no longer hungry. You can clearly see the influences of the author’s lack of sustenance, as evidenced by such phrases as “empty stomach” and “ fruitful,” although the latter was probably subconscious.

Now, back to the story. Oh, wait...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Writer's Block

He looked left, and then right, and then left again, as all good little boys and girls should, and also bad ones, but these were not his thoughts in the moment, for he was not at a crosswalk of any sort, unless you are thinking of a crossroads in life, in which case you would have a valid point, but to go so far metaphorically would just be silly, and it’s rather pretentious of you to think of such a thing in the midst of this tale. Everything was in the clear, so he continued on his journey through space.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Hodge Podge

My life, turned upside down by the slings and arrows of outrageous allusion, always seems so right in the comforting metal of my cereal spoon. The thought of a new day spells disaster for my pitiful existence, but the alphabet shaped bits of...whatever cereal is made of, they give words of joy, unintelligible as they may be. Unlucky fortunes are washed away with Lucky Charms. Frosted Mini-Wheats, not frozen emotions. Cheerios live up to their name. The daily routine may be as bland as a box of Oat Bran, but there’s no question as to which I’ll choose this morning.

Friday, May 13, 2011

A ramble through time

            I’ve been sick this past week and I’m feeling thoroughly uncreative right now, but I feel like I should write something just to make up for my laziness. Not 100 words, but I hope you don’t mind.

            I’ve been reminiscing a lot lately, more than usual I suppose. I have a thing for trying to remember events from my past, just to relive some of my carefree childhood. I find it so fascinating how memories just disappear after a few years. Everything in life is so routine that it just gets lost in the subconscious. Despite this, if you try hard enough (or long enough, in my case) you can trigger certain times of significance. Birthdays are easy enough. One of my most memorable birthdays occurred in Tennessee, the beginning of spring, just your average house party set up in the garage. We had just finished watching a movie, and everyone was itching (after all, it was spring) to go outside. But lo and behold, it was snowing! Not a single flake all winter, and on my birthday no less. Very memorable.

            But! That’s not what I came here to talk about. Yes, that moment will stick with me a long time, but it’s the small details that make the memory all the more interesting. For example, the movie we watched that day was Toy Story, I failed miserably at Spin the Tail on the Donkey (yes, people actually played that game at birthdays), we ate ice cream in cups that you had to open before eating which were a novelty to me at the time, and my mother scolded me for running outside without putting sweats on for the snow. Also, a few years later, I would somehow refer to that birthday in my essay regarding Abraham Lincoln. Don’t ask me how, I was weird back then.

            Anywho, from that one memorable moment, I was able to go much further, recalling details that would have been lost on a normal day. This is why I love to reminisce. To find those moments that you had once forgotten, deemed pointless but suddenly a new thought or realization brings them back to light. Which brings me to that very scene, the one I meant to write about before I started rambling.

            It was third grade...maybe. My age is not important. All I remember is that I was riding the bus to or from school, neither is particularly enlightening. Was I in Tennessee, or Alaska? I forget. The only thing that matters is that these two older kids turn around and face myself and a friend, smiles on their faces no doubt. They tell us that they had found a cool way to kill yourself. All you had to do was press on the side of your head, just above the ears, as hard as you can. If you did it right, your head would pop off, to wild applause. (They didn’t say that last part.) I was horrified, of course. Death was just some phantom to me, something to be avoided nevertheless. My friend, however, thought that this idea appealed to his love of the grotesque. And so he put his fingers to his head.

            Now, at this point I must say that he was only joking around, as were the two older kids. Haha, but you didn’t need me to tell you that, yes? Well, apparently, I did. At that moment, I screamed at a fairly loud volume, “Don’t do it! I don’t want you to die!”


            And that’s all I can remember. Just the feeling of horror at seeing him almost explode, it was too much for me. Now, whether this really happened or not, or if I’m forgetting certain details, I have no idea. But amidst the stress of midterms and whatnot, a bit of comic relief at the expense of my younger self isn’t so bad. Gosh, how stupid was I? Oh well, it’s just a memory.

And now, back to my routine of 100 words. I’ll try not to disappoint.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mean Time

“It’s the end of the world.”

“As we know it? That was a good song.”

“Would you shut up and start running already?”

“Hey man, just reminiscing. It’s been fun, huh?”

“You...just come on, okay?”

No, it was all going out of order. This was supposed to happen tomorrow. Why? Were the calculations off? Argh, this is what I get, trying to be the next Nostradamus and all. What a foolish goal. Working towards the end of Earth? No fame, no glory, just an ‘I told you so.’ But why? Oh! Well, geez. Who knew Death was on Australian time?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


He was struck by her beauty. It was all he could do to stay calm in her presence. Cool and collected, yes. The virtues of an eligible man. Traits worthy of her absolute grace, her unfathomable serenity. The way she walked, smooth and with a depth beyond mere motion. She was on a higher plane... No! A higher dimension!

No longer. No longer would he remain a shadow in the face of her blinding light!

“Pardon me, my dear, but I must proclaim to you my undying affection.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Lightning only strikes once, as they say.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Friction is F uN

He was in a predicament.

"I'm in a predicament," he thought, as the mountain of snow trundled happily along at fatal speeds behind him.

Luckily, our youthful protagonist had a good background in high school physics.

"Well, assuming that the angle of this inclined plane is... and given that the coefficient of friction is low enough to be negligible... what the hell do I weigh in kilograms again?... do I reach a terminal velocity or is that just for freefall... oh god, I'm blanking on the free body diagram. Oh fudge, aaaauuugh!

Well, not that good of a background