The 100 Word Stories Podcast Laurence Simon

Lisa
Lizzie
Richard
Serendipidy
Norval Joe
Tom
Planet Z


The next topic is PICK TWO Still, Officer down, Random Action, One two three…, Pure, You never know

RICHARD

Railway lines

I'm writing this on the train.

It's a good way to kill the time between departure and arrival, and it's surprising how even the longest journey can seem to fly by.

Some might prefer to gaze out of the window, snooze or read, I've tried them all - had to really, when the job meant travelling for hours on end, most days of the week.

Then we discovered online meetings.

And the travelling stopped.

The writing didn't, although somehow it seems I never have the time, these days.

So, it's good to be back on the train.

Getting creative once again.

LIZZIE

Train the mind, train the body. Row, row, row. And that was the deal. Resurface after a downfall. Get up and walk, get up and run. Go, go, go. But he didn't want to go, go, go. He didn't want to get up and he definitely didn't want to resurface.
He didn't mind the rowing, though. After rowing away for hours, he landed at a beach. Nice. Seagulls in the background. He could get used to this, he thought, until his coach showed up. How...?
"GPS, my son, GPS. Why do you think I gave you that gadgety little watch?"

SERENDIPIDY

I bet they never trained you how to deal with this, did they?
Oh yes, you can kill a man with your bare hands, survive in the wild with no food or shelter, sneak up and overcome an enemy before they even know you're there.
I know they trained you to resist any kind of torture, giving away nothing but your name, rank and serial number.
And I'm sure you're very good at it too.
But they never trained you for this.
And it's going to last the rest of your life.
So just say 'I do', and kiss me!

LISA

Welcome

“So, Welcome to Newton Manor.”

He pauses, smiles.

“There’s a train station nearby- it’s unused. The ticket office is in our grounds. When the house was built our ancestors had the village moved. The quickest escape would be to walk down the path following the old tracks. That said, I’m happy to drop you in town if any of you want to leave.

This is my brother, and since our parents died, we live here alone. It was nothing sinister, old age, but it has left us financially secure and potentially in a position to create something very special here.”

TOM

Penny a Point

I grew up a mile and half from the City of New Orleans tracks. On very still nights could hear it moving down the tracks. One of the joys of being a kid was taking rapped interest in semi-destructive acts. Take flattening copper pennies on train tracks. Not as easy as one would think. The speed and weight of the train play crucial factors in perfectly squashed coins. Also, age. Secondly even if you found the best location of the rails finding the pennies was another matter. Multiple squashes ruined the aesthetic. I have no idea where those pennies went

855

When Stripes Ruled

The United Mime Workers Union a was seriously bad ass union. Gave the Teamsters a hard run for the honors. You had to be hecka strong to free yourself from an unseen glass box. Find your way around imaginary invisible walls. They never loss an invisible tug of war. Never ones to be lifted into heaven by non-existent balloons. Go toe to toe with a man who could lift an impossibly heavy bag try that after 15 beers. Sadly, the Mime Works Union isn’t what it uses to be. Striking using imaginary lead pipe just does not cut it.

NORVAL JOE

Billbert and his parents walked to their car in silence.
He wondered what Sabrina was going to do now that her only relative was dead. Could she live by herself in Buhmilda's meadow?
Once inside the car, Billbert's father broke into his train of thoughts, and asked, "Are you going to tell us what happened, son?"
"Sorry, Dad," he said, swallowed a lump in his throat, and went over the entire story.

You never know which home run is the last home run you hit.
Or give up as a pitcher.
The last touchdown you catch. Or throw. Or run.
Or get called back because of your holding penalty.
Maybe it's your call from the booth. Television. Radio.
The last dunk. The last free through.
The last foul, when you foul out of the game.
All your days on the field, the court are long gone.
Trade in your cleats for a suit.
The last time you get recognized on the street.
"Hey, didn't you used to be..."
And sign an autograph.

Teddy Baskets leads the league in scoring.
Triple Double Teddy.
But he also leads the league in shots. And shots missed.
And fouls and turnovers and minutes.
If you average things out, you'll see why Teddy's team is in last.
Nobody else gets any shots because Teddy's a ball hog.
He fights his own team for every rebound.
And hates coming out of the game, even if he's on a cold streak or exhausted.
Laying in the jacuzzi after the game, bitching to his agent on his cell phone.
The team's trainer casually knocks a plugged-in lamp into the tub.

It was fourth grade recess league softball, and I managed to avoid my name sticking to any roster.
The teachers didn't know what to do, so they asked if I'd be an umpire.
"No," I said.
But they made me do it anyway.
"Strike!" I shouted after every pitch, even ones that hit the plate.
The principal, who was pitching, had me move next to him.
"Strike!" I continued to shout.
A gang of other kids joined the chorus.
"Strike! Strike! Strike!" they shouted mockingly.
"Oh, good," I said. "You can take over then."
And I walked home from school.

Johnny started a TikTok account and posted all kinds of things, but he wasn't getting any views.
So, he started posting videos of fires.
Burning cars. Burning buildings. Burning parks.
This got him a lot of views.
But the other people posting videos of those fires also got lots of views.
And some of them got more views than Johnny.
So, he burned down their houses.
Eventually, Johnny got caught.
As he sat in his cell, he smelled smoke. A fire alarm went off.
Johnny yelled for a guard... to bring him his phone so he could post a video.

So, you want to stop school shootings?
Metal detectors haven't worked.
Guards haven't worked.
Safe zones haven't worked.
Lots of people are talking about taking away guns again.
As if you could take away the guns.
And even if you stop selling the big guns, there's still the guns out there.
Background checks? Doesn't work for stolen COVID funds, won't work for guns.
Stop smuggling? Every border has a price.
So, I came up with another plan.
Homeschooled kids don't bully their classmates.
Homeschooled kids don't shoot their classmates.
Take away schools.
And you take away the classmates to kill.