The 101 Word Story Challenge
I was going to try and write a 101 word story for each of the pictures we took at the zoo but there are too many so instead I am going to post three of the pictures up here in the hope that someone else might like to take up the challenge as well...
The only rule is that the stories have to be 101 words long...
The only rule is that the stories have to be 101 words long...
posted by Clare Dudman at 12:56 am
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"See? Plenty of room to stretch here! Come a little closer- that's right. Of course you don't need the space now, but a couple of love-birds like you, know what I mean? Just right for a nest, this is. The last owners? Lovely couple- just disappeared though. Vacant possession! Ill wind... And look at the features- you'll have to come in a bit- nice steep edge for droppings an' that, and the view: here, I'll move over and you can come in and see. Not sure? Nearly got bitten once? Terrible. Gives the trade a bad name. Vultures, some of 'em...”
What a day I've had. I was woken up at 5.30 by rampaging buffalo, you'd think they would be able to keep them under control. I had only just managed to drop off again when a blooming great rampaging elephant trumpeting as if it was on fire, went beserk. Is there no place I can get a bit of peace. Now you'd think I'd got it made, free meals, and I mean regular like, and all of the totty I can handle, any time the facy takes me, but can I get forty winks uninterrupted? NO WAY JOSE. I'm sooooooo knackered.
THE PANTHER
There he is - ‘the big hunter’....my spotted arse. He told me he came from South America but I had my doubts. That accent is Margate and he calls out 'Bognor' in his sleep.
They blamed me of course - said I lacked drive - then last week brought over Maria from Buenos Aires to awaken his interest. ‘Would you care to tango?’ she asked, but he merely shut his eyes.
He says I look smug. We both heard them talk - Bristol in the Springtime and a hot young male called Pedro. I’m not getting excited but I can feel my tail twitch.
Sorry, very badly written, using two rampaging's so please dont read the first one READ THIS:
What a day I've had. I was woken up at 5.30 by rampaging buffalo, you'd think they would be able to keep them under control. I had only just managed to drop off again when a blooming great elephant trumpeting as if it was on fire, went berserk. Is there no place I can get a bit of peace. Now you'd think I'd got it made: Free meals, and I mean regular like, and all of the totty I can handle any time the fancy takes me, but can I get forty winks uninterrupted? NO WAY JOSE. I am sooooooo knackered.
At first, he was a sloth hanging beneath a branch, apparently asleep, but too entrenched in his lethargy to know whether he was or not. The world, still in disarray, now inverted fully, and his branch somersaulted him over and gravity seared upwards taking the heat from what had been the centre of the earth but was now the atmosphere, charring his fur with scruffy diamonds. He clung to his branch, pretending not to care but the truth was he really didn’t notice. He yawned, showing his new teeth and clung on with his new claws. Who cares? Jaguar, schmaguar.
Excellent, wonderful, thank you so much.
The play on vulture was inspired I thought and the panther ones really got into his head while the inversion of the last one is just fabulist, darling..and pretty clever too...
He was just visiting today to see if he'd like to join. It would be good for him to get out of the house.
The guy taking him around led him past a gift shop and through a crowd of bipeds--mostly hairless, with hot dogs. They were looking at him, every one of them. Jack began to feel self-conscious again about his humps.
They went under an archway and into a room. Jack started to say something, but a sound behind him--a metallic click--stopped him short.
It occurred to him then that he'd never finished reading the brochure.
Debra - that is laugh out loud funny - thank you.
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