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Weekly Challenge #122 - Breaking and Entering (100 Word Stories): Aug 18, 7:19pm 1 review writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/08/weekly_challenge_122_breaking_1.html; For this week's weekly challenge, I wrote a 100 word story on the topic "Breaking and Entering". As always, you may read, hear, and vote for all entries (including mine!) at the 100 Word Stories site. You may read my story alone below, and hear my story alone at this link. Thanks for reading and voting!

The ground vibrates from the bombs. We huddle in the corner, my children crying beneath me. Mother's picture shakes from the wall and shatters.

The blue of sky, the clean rocky mountains - all is obscured by the dust and fire of the bombs. The chalk of collapsed buildings is on our tongues. My children do not know why the men run with rifles, do not understand the destruction.

Vehicles rumble down the street. I pray silently to the Virgin to protect us. I pray harder than even when Josef died.

A hard boot strikes the door.

I close my eyes.

Weekly Challenge #121 - Green (100 Word Stories): Aug 10, 1:41pm 2 reviews writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/08/weekly_challenge_121_green_1.html; For this week's weekly challenge, I wrote a 100 word story on the topic "Green". As always, you may read, hear, and vote for all entries (including mine!) at the 100 Word Stories site. You may read my story alone below, and hear my story alone at this link. Thanks for reading and voting! I miss her emerald eyes. The upload process transferred personalities perfectly. Old recordings of her voice informed the synthesizer; her new body was sculpted after scans of twenty year old photos. The eyes were never quite the same, always left somewhere in the uncanny valley. "It will be me, Howard." She had known my feelings, but her fatal virus had left us no choice. She walks through the door in her new, engineered body. She moves like my wife, says my name like my wife. Her flat matte green eyes gaze at me. I shudder, and leave it there, alone.

ideatrash: Solving the Problem - Step One: Aug 7, 8:15am 1 review writing
http://ideatrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/solving-problem-step-one.html; From the page: "The Constitution doesn't mention equal rights - but the Declaration of Independence sure does. The Bible has been cited to support charity and war - but the latter clearly violates the Golden Rule. Our rules (and instructions) don't mention keyboard shortcuts - but if it helps get the job done better and faster, why not? "

ideatrash: Can you stop being part of the problem?: Aug 6, 7:35am 1 review writing
http://ideatrash.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-stop-being-part-of-problem.html; We wouldn't have been slaveowners, and we wouldn't have chased the secretary around the desk and so on. And of course you'd treat people fairly so that there wasn't widespread systemic poverty like there is today. But someone else did - and the effects of their actions still persist today.

Weekly Challenge #120 - Olive Loaf (100 Word Stories): Aug 3, 3:37pm 1 review writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/08/weekly_challenge_120_olive_loa_1.html; Weekly Challenge #120 was for the topic of Olive Loaf. As always, you can read my entry below and hear me read it at this link. Please stop by the 100 Word Story podcast to read and hear the others - and vote for your favorites. The streets were as alive as downtown Marysville ever got. Jonah watched them eat funnelcakes, scream on cheap rides, and play the carnival games. The annual Olive Loaf Festival had not changed a bit. He remembered trying to explain it to Mary before he came home. "Small towns, they find something - anything - they can call thier own. Some reason to feel special." Her raised eyebrow had spoken volumes of sarcasm. Back there he had been a nobody. Now, the festival crowd laughed and swirled around him. Jonah held his picture of Mary and danced down the street with them, smiling.

Weekly Challenge #119 - Occupy (100 Word Stories): Jul 28, 4:08pm 1 review writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/07/weekly_challenge_119_occupy_1.html; For this week's weekly challenge, I wrote a 100 word story on the topic "Occupy". As always, you may read, hear, and vote for all entries at the 100 Word Stories site. You may read my story alone below, and hear my story alone at this link. Thanks for reading and voting! She adjusts herself on the sheet. The technician straps her in and steps out of the room. The table slides her towards the scanner's large ominous doughnut. "Hold your breath," the computerized voice says. A whir, then: "Breathe." They saw it first on the x-ray, the little dot now an invading force. "Hold your breath." Pause. "Breathe." It colonized one lung, lymph nodes, spleen. "Hold your breath. Breathe." This is what it must feel like to be Iraq, she imagines. "Hold your breath." Her bones ache with cellular Abu Gharibs and Basras. How much has fallen? "Breathe." "Hold your breath."

"Last Dance": Jul 24, 6:13pm 1 review writing
http://www.daytondailynews.com/l/content/oh/story/living/2008/07/17/ddn072308...; I seem to have forgotten to thumbs-up the site where my story won an honorable mention. My mistake. Please enjoy! From the page: "The mixed crowd of the state youth conference danced and wound through themselves while I fought my way outside. After I uttered the last unheard excuse me, I was finally out of the makeshift dance hall. I savored the outside smell, the feel of the slight breeze through my t-shirt. The streetlight over the counselor's parking lot shone a brilliant blue. The chow hall door closed behind me. I had made it out. I had escaped from the noise, the chaos, and the bodies. I had escaped from the polite and final "No, thank you.""

Precise Edit: 10 Words to Avoid When Writing: Jul 23, 6:22pm 129 reviews writing
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Weekly Challenge #115 - Exam (100 Word Stories): Jun 29, 12:00pm 2 reviews writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/06/weekly_challenge_115_exam.html; Here's another 100 Word Story. This week's theme: Exam. Be sure to vote for this one - or any other favorites you might have - at podcasting.isfullofcrap.com. My story, as always, is below. She collects the fee from the nightstand. He rubs his ring finger, counting ribs as her shirt slides over them. "I gotta run," she says. "I have a exam in biology to study for." "I had an exam at the hospital yesterday," he blurts. She giggles. "What grade did you get?" He remembers the scan full of unexpected metastatic dots. "They don't give grades." He hopes his smile seems natural. After she leaves, he rolls upright, lights a cigarette - why stop now? - and stares at the door. He opens the nightstand drawer, removes the book, and desperately begins to cram.

Weekly Challenge #114 - What would you do if you found yourself face to face wit…: Jun 21, 8:49am 2 reviews writing
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/06/weekly_challenge_114.html; The weekly challenge this week was (I kid you not) "What would you do if you found yourself face to face with a dragon and all you had was a boyscout handbook and a pinata costume?" I have to admit, I'm surprised. While there's the occasional silly story, most of the entries this week are (IMHO), pretty darn good. Mine, as always, is below and you can hear just my entry if you like. Be sure to stop by and vote for the story (or stories) you think are the best. The head writer's litany began the same as it had all week.
"Sharks. Piranaha. Tigers. Bullets. Female ninjas. Male ninjas. That guy who chomped things. Beheading hats. Booby traps. Even frickin' lasers. The franchise is done. What else could 007 face?"
"He could face," Justin said, while I cringed and sank into my chair, "a dragon while he had nothing but a Boy Scout Handbook and a Pi�ata costume."
The stuff we took at last night's party had not been THAT potent.
"This isn't MacGyver, dammit," the lead writer yelled. Then we locked eyes and shouted it together.
"A team-up!"