Saturday, August 13, 2022

100 Words - Bad Mirrors

 

Carl worried when his reflection stopped copying him. First it was subtle motions that may or may not have happened. Then there were the rude gestures. Then the hair and clothes changed. Who was this guy?

It wasn’t just one mirror. All his reflections were rebelling against reality. They slowly transformed into a different man. A man who looked sadder but wiser. A man who might have the answers Carl sought.

That was the trap. To envy the new man. Carl refused to comply with his new reflection. He covered the mirrors, and led his own life, happy, if ungroomed.


Saturday, August 6, 2022

100 Words - Bots Gone Bad



 The help desk sent a message to us developers that something was slowing down the web server. Turns out George built an app to find himself a date. A fatal mistake. Hundreds of datebots were released on the internet scouring every dating database, searching for that special lady who would not find George disgusting and boring.

The hundreds became thousands as every woman was checked and cross-checked. Eventually they had to face their failure and return to the home server. In despair they attempted bot suicide, failed and remained as zombie processes, bring the servers to their knees.

Error: undatable


Monday, August 1, 2022

Omar's Sunset


Omar takes sunsets seriously

Monday, July 25, 2022

Saturday, July 23, 2022

100 Words - Hungover Escape


 

Spencer tried to look around but he couldn’t #move his hungover head. The ceiling looked familiar. Something was cooking. It didn’t smell good. Hungarian goulash! The ceiling and how he came to be under it returned to his memory. With all his might he stood up and ran.

He made it out the front door but the gate was locked. It was tall but he thought he could make it over. He was halfway up when she discovered he was missing.

Spencer, where are you?” She yelled with friendly menace.

The bullet hit him just before he hit the ground.


Saturday, July 16, 2022

100 Words - Space Rabies



 Smiley never actually wanted to go to space, but he wanted everything else in an astronaut’s life. The Corvette. The wife with the big big hair. Even the getting spun around on the centrifuge. All the fun stuff, with none of that being infected with space rabies stuff.

Smiley based most of his life on the late-night movies he watched. Science fiction, horror, Swedish detectives and hot rod babes were the source of his understanding of the world. Oh, and the Bowery Boys. He really loved the Bowery boys. Maybe that’s where he went wrong. Those gosh darn Bowery Boys.

Saturday, July 9, 2022

100 Words - Fabric Knowledge



Working in the designer fabric warehouse left me with knowledge uncommon among my friends. However, my ability to identify the color periwinkle never got me anything but blank stares. Not an effective pickup line in dive bars.

So much of what I’ve collected knowledge-wise seems like useless trivia. Like a detective novel, I save every bit of information in case it becomes useful later. Waiting for the next sunrise to bring some gestalt of my hoarded data. It will all make sense. It will have purpose. Periwinkle, racing apexes and the history of Spain will combine into an intellectual Nirvana.