Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | May 22, 2015 | 27 Comments

by Smitty

A retro sock hop, and the band played doo-wop. My intentions were rogueish. I’d find some little sophomore something and let it be known that Judy and I were finished in a public way. That tramp.
Locked eyes on a little blond girl in pony tails; green eyes, makeup, clothing and accessories arranged to perfection. Gave her the smile like the big vaudeville stage hook. Pulled her to me as a slow song started.
Her converse mounted mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck as we settled into a wet kiss.
Then she chomped down on my lip.

Update: also in the mix are Darleen, Jimmy, and BigGator5

Category: Friday Fiction

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27 Responses to “Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge”

Evi L. Bloggerlady
May 22nd, 2015 @ 6:22 pm

This sounds like a Hillary Clinton interview…
smitty
May 22nd, 2015 @ 7:03 pm

I recoil in horror at the thought of physical contact with that creature.
Proof
May 22nd, 2015 @ 7:05 pm

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May 22nd, 2015 @ 7:11 pm

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M. Thompson
May 22nd, 2015 @ 10:18 pm

Not surprising that Bill has a wandering eye.
DeadMessenger
May 22nd, 2015 @ 10:44 pm

It was the last bell of the last day of high school for Becky. She’d be leaving town after curve-busting her way into a scholarship at a top private college. She spied tall, darkly handsome Miguel across the hall, leaning against his own locker. He was the only Latino in their small-town school. And like her, he never really fit in. With nothing to lose, Becky strode across the hall, boosted herself to her tippy-toes, threw her arms around his neck and kissed Miguel on the lips. He kissed her back. That was 15 blissful years and four kids ago.
DeadMessenger
May 22nd, 2015 @ 11:52 pm

“We can’t go on meeting like this”, Casey whispered to
Tommy. “What if Myra catches us?”

Tommy said nothing. He didn’t intend to stop meeting, and he knew Casey didn’t either. He could see his own passion reflected in her dark, soulful eyes. His hands wandered
to her tiny waist.

This was the scene a split-second before Casey felt the hand
grab her ponytail from behind, yanking her out of Tommy’s arms. Then came the hard kick to the head, and Casey was out cold.

“Come on, Tom, let’s go”, hissed Myra.

“Sure, baby doll, anything you say”, replied Tommy.
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May 23rd, 2015 @ 12:25 am

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DeadMessenger
May 23rd, 2015 @ 1:11 am

Shorty was nose-to-nose with Charlie in the alley behind the QuikStop.

“Dude, where’s my money?”, Shorty hissed.

“Shorty, I told you I’d have it for you when I got paid”, said Charlie, his voice quavering. “You said I could wait until then.”

“I need it now“, the little man demanded. And he could demand; he had his boys to back him up. Shorty always got what he wanted. His boys made sure of it.

But Charlie had his own boys with him. And by the time the cops got there, all that was left of Shorty was a mop-up operation.
Steve Skubinna
May 23rd, 2015 @ 2:19 am

That’s what you get for putting the moves on Judy’s cousin, Sherlock.
Daniel Freeman
May 23rd, 2015 @ 3:34 am

“Don’t move.” I froze. There was urgency in her tone, and
also a hint of fear. Astrid was staring at the top of my head as she moved in close. I’d often imagined her approaching me in that slow, deliberate way.

“Stay very still.” My heart raced as she pulled off her cute
little cap and reached up, putting one foot on mine to swat at my head with her hat. I saw a yellow jacket fly away.

“You remembered that I’m allergic.” I had a silly grin and I
didn’t care; finally, Astrid was close enough to kiss.
Daniel Freeman
May 23rd, 2015 @ 6:10 am

“If you have time to lean, you have time to clean!” The assistant manager scowled at Jewel as he rudely interrupted her pleasant reverie on the empty sales floor. “Find something useful to do or find another job.”

“Yes sir!” She saluted mockingly. “I’ll get right on it.” She’d had enough of this bullshit, and only desultorily picked up fallen garments until the slave driver was out of sight.

Then she turned order into chaos, just for kicks. Jules had to really reach up to put that pretty hat on one of the guy mannequins, but it was worth it.
palintologist
May 23rd, 2015 @ 9:04 am

Wait. Was a kiss between total strangers part of the submission criteria? (Did you see what I did there?)
DeadMessenger
May 23rd, 2015 @ 3:54 pm

Both of yours are very original. You should do this every week. Don’t know about you, but I think it’s really fun.
Daniel Freeman
May 23rd, 2015 @ 5:32 pm

Thanks! It was nice stretching my writing muscles again. Haven’t done it in awhile.
DeadMessenger
May 23rd, 2015 @ 9:35 pm

Huh. I somehow had the idea that you are a writer…
Daniel Freeman
May 24th, 2015 @ 2:49 am

Purely amateur, although I’ve been thinking of putting my free time to a more productive use and making something publishable for once.
DeadMessenger
May 24th, 2015 @ 2:53 am

If you’d like a proofreader-slash-honest opinion giver, you know where to find one. 😀

p.s. And I promise that I would never call you a “friggin’ moron”. Because I don’t think you are one. I think you are kind of brilliant, in a nerdy type of way.

p.s.s That sounded kind of like a fan-club thing. Yuk. But you know what I meant. I meant “brilliant” in the same sense that I think I’m brilliant. Hahahaha!
Daniel Freeman
May 24th, 2015 @ 3:07 am

Thanks again! FWIW, “kind of brilliant, in a nerdy type of way” is scientifically accurate. But hey, if there’s a fan club then it’s mutual. 😉
DeadMessenger
May 24th, 2015 @ 5:14 am

And you know what else. When I say “brilliant in the same sense that I think I’m brilliant” is actually funny because I took the Mensa test with some friends who wanted moral support. And according to their test, I’m 99th percentile, with an IQ higher than Einstein!

I say this not braggingly, but laughingly, because I read my own stuff that I write, not here, because I always say stupid, poorly considered stuff here, but the Christian content I write, and I think “What idiot wrote this?” And then I realize I’m the idiot. So I’ve concluded that IQ tests are total BS, that tests in general don’t count for crap, as we’ve learned from Common Core, but true brilliance is demonstrated by beauty and art in one’s spoken word, one’s music or art or other gift. A person can be brilliant at car repair, and it doesn’t come from IQ. It comes from the heart.

I guess that sounds dumb, but it’s what I think. I think your brilliance shines from your written word, as Stacy’s does. Like many of the guys on here. But who knows, because I don’t know any of you. I’m not sure where mine comes from. Maybe I’m still looking. Cripes, I hope it’s not math. That would be embarrassing.

That’s as philosophical as I can be this time of night.
Eric Ashley
May 24th, 2015 @ 6:39 am

The little pixie, half-mad half-allure, giggled as she lay the crystalline kris dagger across my throat. Her hair hung in curls of spun gold, enflamed to a red you cannot see on Earth, and then died away to the raven darkness of deep space in the shadow of the Moon where the Monelves live, and the Lunatics dance.

“Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.” I said, more as a title than a comment. She assented by fluttering her eyes, and while color changing was disconcerting, the worse was when the eyes changed color independently of each other. Some scholars, such as the Essa Ta Bene, riverine nyads who only drink the water of a river from its first spring, always searching for the deeper Truth, thought that this color change of eyes was indicative of multiple minds of her Kind (saved on the Flood) consulting and commenting.

“Kiss me, and your soul is mine, mortal.” I really had needed to spend more on my anti-fey charms, but the High King’s government, the Regent’s Council was more expesnive yearly.

“Don’t, and I sacrifice your blood to Diana.” She waggled the balde on my neck for emphases.

So I kissed her, and felt the hooks set inmy soul. Enjoying the moment together, we kissed more, and i felt her glee as the hooks set, and set hard. In a few minutes, i’d have to ask permission to breathe.

But, instead we enjoyed a long summer idyll of pleasure, of spinning leaves, and of watery brooks, and laughter, and faces gleaming in the bright sunshine.

But that was enough, ans she pressed her tiny hand against my chest to let us part, but i kissed on, and so she let herself be drawn into it. And then she pushed back, but I held on to her, and then she struggled to get away, and I gave her all the yearning in a human soul, the fire that often burns in one’s veins, and the sleepless nights, and the hopeful prayers…

BOOM.

We fell apart, and I heavily, and she lightly as a feather crashed to the stone floor of the hallway.

And then she rose, and bowed her head.

“Yes, Master.”

For the Fey love to sip from Humanity, but they cannot stand a full draught.

“M
Daniel Freeman
May 24th, 2015 @ 6:49 am

IQ is like muscle. What really matters is whether you exercise it, and what you do with it. I won’t say mine because it’s irrelevant in the bigger picture. You’ve inspired me in several areas of my life, including faith and writing, and I thank you.

And that’s as philosophical as I can be at this time of morning, when I really should be in bed already.
smitty
May 24th, 2015 @ 7:08 am

ISWYDT. Sort of like what I did with “Her converse mounted mine”. Writing straightforward erotica is not to my taste, but a bit of sub-textual spice lets you know I’m not quite dead.
smitty
May 24th, 2015 @ 7:11 am

Not sure we were looking at the same picture, but I forgive you everything.
Eric Ashley
May 24th, 2015 @ 1:40 pm

You’re not the first person to notice that tendency of mine.
DeadMessenger
May 24th, 2015 @ 2:38 pm

And I just realized that once again, I said a bunch of dumb stuff that could’ve been hurtful to someone. Which goes to show not only my lack of any genius, but my emotional immaturity as well.

But regarding the IQ test, I got talked into taking it by a group of friends who hassled me until I reluctantly agreed to go with. And these are the same people who knew from years of experience that, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s taking tests. All standardized tests, in general.

Long story short, I got in, they didn’t. The debacle (for them) really started after we got our results. Now when I catch them reading stuff, I ask if they’d like for me to explain it to them. Or I make a point of saying I’ll use small words with them.

Really, I’ll get years of joke mileage out of this, lol.
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