Feb
The Long Forgotten Adventures Of Blake Worthington, Archeologist
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We stumbled upon the entrance buried beneath the sand. It figured, with 14 miles of desert in every direction, the door had to be buried. Thank God for the stolen map.
The tunnel was cool, a welcome respite. We had run out of water hours ago.
“You know, if the Midnight Sun is not here, we are going to die,” Semele whispered.
“It’s here, trust me.”
We lit torches, and descended into the catacombs. The passageway opened into a cavernous chamber. The walls, the ceiling, the dais, everything was stripped clean.
“It appears Dr. Jones beat us to the prize again.”
Feb
Jafar And The Magic Ring
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jafar found his magic ring in a Baghdad trash heap. While polishing it, a powerful djinni appeared.
“Your wish is my command.”
Jafar was ecstatic and his mind pleasured in all the magnificent wealth and luxuries that would now be his.
“I wish to be the richest man in the world.”
The djinni declined. “That’s too much trouble. Wish something else.”
“Then I wish to marry a beautiful princess.”
To Jafar’s consternation, the djinni again refused. “That’s even worse.”
After much negotiation, Jafar found himself the proud owner of a lovely gray donkey and a year’s worth of leavened bread.
Feb
The Unluckiest Boy In The World
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“The giants are coming!”
The shepherd’s febrile shouts aroused the sleepy village to immediate action. Parents grabbed young children and ran for the underground shelter. Soldiers mounted the hamlet wall, pikes in hand.
Herman gazed at the pandemonium from the imposed security of the bell tower. He was well known as the unluckiest boy ever to be born. He was not allowed to fight the giants, not allowed to talk to anyone else, never even allowed to set foot outside the sacred grounds.
Herman watched the villagers without resentment. “Better to be unlucky than to fight giants with tiny sticks.”
Jan
In Private Company
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was love at first sight, all thirteen remaining members of H Troop floundering in the presence of Stella Grunwald.
We lingered during Corporal Mannheim’s interrogation, a volunteer detail of thirteen sentries where only one was needed. Anything for a glimpse of the German starlet.
The Chaplain once told me the difference between men and animals is animals can make a new home for themselves every night.
I guess he was making some theological point about finding your home with God.
Anyway, when the German tank brigade appeared, each of us was hoping to make a home with Fräulein Grunwald.
Genre: War
Jan
Permanent Vacation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I suppose you’ll want me to start with the beginning, get straight into the middle, before building to a conclusion, and all that other crap you learn in English class, but I really don’t give a damn. Lucy always went on about proper structure, like she wasn’t just repeating Mrs. Calloway, and it’s all trite as hell. People keep asking why I don’t go back to school if I want to be taken seriously. People are funny that way, always asking phony questions. Lucy was the worst. She’s annoying as hell, but she has big tits. Sometimes I miss her.
Genre: Salinger
Jan
Crescendo
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mysterious caller asked to meet in the church tower. Grace suspected a trap, but planned a surprise of her own. She glanced down the stairwell trying to discern the source of echoing footsteps.
Professor Tobin had warned her the information in her possession was dangerous. He offered to take it off her hands, but her dying lover had entrusted the package to Grace alone.
She raced into the belfry, hiding in the shadows.
The trapdoor opened, and Dr. Tobin stepped into the light. A shot rang out. Grace slipped the revolver into her pocket and calmly descended the ladder.
Genre: Hitchcock
Jan
The Boilermaker Cooperative
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chief Pilot and Brass Wainwright Extraordinaire Gordon Diggory, Esq., eased the Air Titan into position. Vapor hissed loudly as it was released from the hydraulic valves.
They had only thirty minutes to reach Oxford before the Boilermaker Cooperative’s planned detonation of the entire district.
“Enemy steampods, starboard side.”
Diggory stared out the window in shock, realizing the trap. “They aren’t interested in Oxford at all. It’s the Queen they want.”
He violently rotated the wheel in the opposite direction. They must reach Buckingham Palace, no matter the cost. If Queen Victoria were assassinated, Diggory would not receive his Christmas bonus.
Genre: Steampunk
Jan
The Sword And The Brush
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jiro gripped his sword lightly, parallel to the ground. He regarded his opponent through unblinking eyes.
Bird song lilted over the courtyard, from a jōbitaki perched overhead. A stray cat licked the festering wound on its right paw. The scent of porridge drifted from the kitchen.
Seventeen students lined the walls, holding their wooden swords in clenched fists. They would not attack, so long as their master was alive. But should Jiro emerge victorious, they would feel obligated to fight for the Dōjō’s honor. He would regret their deaths.
His opponent lowered his sword by several millimeters. Jiro attacked instantly.
Genre: Samurai
Jan
Wooly Pachyderm Oliver Herm
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Oliver walked his forest home
looking about for his favorite comb.
“I need to part my big bouncy perm,”
said wooly pachyderm Oliver Herm.
He searched in the trees.
He searched on the breeze.
He looked under rocks
and peeked inside locks.
He asked all his friends,
with strange odds and ends,
whether fury or feathered,
uncaged or tethered,
“I’m stuck in a lurch,
and you must help with my search!”
They came with their dads, they came with their mums,
all of Oliver’s buds, pals, and chums.
Whether three toed sloth or echinoderm,
to help wooly pachyderm Oliver Herm.
Genre: Children’s Literature
Jan
Juror Number Five
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
For the 17th consecutive time, Juror Number Five cast his vote for not guilty, yet again the lone hold out.
“You have got to be kidding me,” complained Juror Number Eight.
“The evidence is airtight,” repeated the very exasperated Juror Number Three.
But they were growing resigned to the fact they would never sway Juror Number Five.
“I still say there is reasonable doubt,” he affirmed stubbornly.
“The DNA evidence might have been planted by an unknown twin brother he was separated from at birth in an effort to frame him does not constitute reasonable doubt,” sighed Juror Number One.