100 Words - Her Valley Pt. 1

The valley was quiet. Then the machines came. The men in machines. The noise and smoke drove the birds from the sky.

When it's dark like this I like to sit quietly and think of nothing. In order to properly think of nothing I must have my eyes open. To close them invites dreams and sleep. To open them in daylight invites perception and perception leads always to
thought.

She was beautiful in body and soul but was as dumb as a skunk on Tuesday. She chased the men and their machines from the valley.

100 Words - Stupid Humans

Colors beyond perception tease the dogs in the window. They bark at the things that linger just outside appearance. The people in the house yell for the dogs to be quiet. The dogs stare at their humans in disbelief. How can they not sense the danger that lurks out there. It could be anything making those colors almost be there. A multi-dimensional cat bent on world domination? A demon from hell in the guise of an old woman with a shopping cart? Or maybe something worse and more outrageous. Stupid humans, they will never understand. The world is dangerous.

Highlight of my day

Today I got to scrape a half-eaten pigeon carcass off the fence in our back yard.

It was actually kind of a freaky sight. One does not expect to see such a thing draped over the top of a fence. We have a gopher problem, but couldn't imagine a gopher taking down a pigeon let alone drag it up a wooden fence.

Feral cats and raccoons use our back yard as a route to the apple tree in the neighbor's yard. Again it seemed likely that either would leave their prey in such a manner.

A quick internet search revealed that it was probably either an owl or a hawk. Both like to devour their victims on fence tops. The weird thing is that my parents on the other side of the country witnessed this very thing outside their window. A hawk in the process of killing a pigeon landed on their chainlink fence but it could get solid footing so it took with it's kill.
So I've never heard of hawks eating pigeons on fences and now it's happened to my parents and me, 3000 miles apart, both in the same month. Weird.

100 words - Norman

Two weeks after Norman flunked out of college he came to the realization that he would never be a mechanical engineer. He went to the pawn shop and bought an electric guitar. He spent the next year locked in his parent's attic learning how to play it. When he emerged back into the world he had long hair and a long scraggly beard but he kept on wearing the bow ties. That would be his hook throughout his music career. He would be famous as the rock-and-roller who wore the bow ties. It might have worked if was any good.

100 Words - Empty Shelves

Logan bought the last Pepsi. He drank it straight down right there in front of everyone. Didn't share a drop. There was some talk of beating him to a pulp but the crowd was more sad than angry so Logan was able to walk away unharmed.

Larry surveyed his nearly empty shelves. He sat down by the big picture window and stared out across the plain, hoping once again that a delivery truck would appear with fresh supplies, or maybe even a car with some news. No radio. No TV. No deliveries. No traffic. What was going on out there?

NOSTALGIA AND REGRETS

I regret nothing I did and only a quarter of what I didn't.

I was a traitor to the immortality of youth.

I failed to comprehend the true pathos of sex.

I drove too fast in cars alone.

I learned to dance too young and forgot how till I was too old.

I rebelled against the wrong people.

I drank puzzling beers on rainy days while women waited somewhere.

I never found out where.

100 Word - Problem reality

The problem with reality is that nobody lets you get away with delivering soliloquies. The brilliant speeches composed under bed covers never see the light of day. Just try it sometime. Odds are you'll be tased before you get to the climax. Bar patrons just aren't that interested in your well-argued ruminations on the plight of man. They don't see that you are there to give them the answers they seek. People think that they're looking for answers but most of them just want to ask the questions. It gives them the illusion of seeking without the responsibility of knowing.