Yup! It is that time! Here's the link:
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2011/12/04/weekly-challenge-293-cookie/
...here's the story!
Cookies
By Chris Munroe
I brought cookies, though I know you’re about as likely to accept them as you are to accept my apology.
If I were in your position, I wouldn’t forgive me, so I suppose I can’t expect any different of you.
Why would you forgive me? You don’t owe me anything.
Plus, I’m a god-awful baker, I’m not sure the cookies are even edible.
But I had to do something. After what I did, I figure I owe you at least a gesture. Hence: The cookies.
I’ll leave them here, by the door. You can fetch them once I’m long gone…
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Treasure
At the bottom of the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean, lay a treasure greater than any mankind could ever dream of.
I know. I put it there.
And none who know of it can resist it’s allure.
They send ships and expeditions in search of it, divers scour the bottom of the sea for it, and when they come I’m waiting.
I sink their ships and rend the flesh from their bodies as they attempt to flee the sinking vessels.
I have done this for centuries.
Because I hunger, and my hunger is something for which I won’t apologize.
I know. I put it there.
And none who know of it can resist it’s allure.
They send ships and expeditions in search of it, divers scour the bottom of the sea for it, and when they come I’m waiting.
I sink their ships and rend the flesh from their bodies as they attempt to flee the sinking vessels.
I have done this for centuries.
Because I hunger, and my hunger is something for which I won’t apologize.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Weekly Prompt Story: A Christmas Wish/Compulsion
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2011/11/27/weekly-challenge-292-pick-two/
A Christmas Wish/Compulsion
By Chris Munroe
I made a Christmas wish, for peace on earth.
And there was peace.
So the next day I made another wish, for good will to all.
This too was granted. That’s when my problems began.
I wished every day after that. I couldn’t stop, helpless against the power of my wishes.
The least among us? Cared for.
Equality among all? Achieved.
The world became paradise, but I was in hell, trapped in endless wishing.
Finally, the next Christmas, I wished myself freedom from wishing, and for the previous year to’ve never happened.
So yeah. Sorry, world. Couldn’t handle the compulsion.
A Christmas Wish/Compulsion
By Chris Munroe
I made a Christmas wish, for peace on earth.
And there was peace.
So the next day I made another wish, for good will to all.
This too was granted. That’s when my problems began.
I wished every day after that. I couldn’t stop, helpless against the power of my wishes.
The least among us? Cared for.
Equality among all? Achieved.
The world became paradise, but I was in hell, trapped in endless wishing.
Finally, the next Christmas, I wished myself freedom from wishing, and for the previous year to’ve never happened.
So yeah. Sorry, world. Couldn’t handle the compulsion.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Traps
I don’t remember why I booby-trapped the house, but I’m sure I had a reason.
I mean, nobody’d booby-trap their home without one.
However, what the reason is has since escaped me.
I’m also unhappy to admit I can’t remember precisely where I put each individual trap.
When that first one blew up in my face, knocked me across the room and smashed my skull into the wall, I may have gotten a concussion. My memory’s fuzzy all around.
However: I do remember there are a LOT of traps. So be careful while you’re getting us out of here, okay?
I mean, nobody’d booby-trap their home without one.
However, what the reason is has since escaped me.
I’m also unhappy to admit I can’t remember precisely where I put each individual trap.
When that first one blew up in my face, knocked me across the room and smashed my skull into the wall, I may have gotten a concussion. My memory’s fuzzy all around.
However: I do remember there are a LOT of traps. So be careful while you’re getting us out of here, okay?
Monday, November 21, 2011
Weekly Prompt Story: Drums
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2011/11/20/weekly-challenge-291-drums/
Drums
By Christopher Munroe
For his ninth birthday, I bought him a drum kit.
When he opened the box his face lit up. I knew I’d chosen correctly.
As I set it up for him, I explained how much practice it’d take to learn to play really well.
He assured me he was willing to put in the effort.
When my coworkers heard I’d bought such a gift for a child, they thought I was insane. They said I’d never sleep again!
I wasn’t concerned.
He wasn’t my child, after all. He was yours.
So, tell me: Was stealing my parking space worth it?
Drums
By Christopher Munroe
For his ninth birthday, I bought him a drum kit.
When he opened the box his face lit up. I knew I’d chosen correctly.
As I set it up for him, I explained how much practice it’d take to learn to play really well.
He assured me he was willing to put in the effort.
When my coworkers heard I’d bought such a gift for a child, they thought I was insane. They said I’d never sleep again!
I wasn’t concerned.
He wasn’t my child, after all. He was yours.
So, tell me: Was stealing my parking space worth it?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Making Love
I’m here at my forge, making love.
Hot sparks fly up into my protective mask as I bring the hammer down, again and again, onto the anvil, shaping my love into what I hope will be perfection. I won’t rest until my love is perfect.
You’re worth nothing less.
You’re waiting for me at home, and I imagine you miss me terribly. I miss you too. I’d dearly love to return to you, I’ve barely seen you in weeks.
But I can’t go home yet.
Not until I’ve made love that I know is worthy of one such as you...
Hot sparks fly up into my protective mask as I bring the hammer down, again and again, onto the anvil, shaping my love into what I hope will be perfection. I won’t rest until my love is perfect.
You’re worth nothing less.
You’re waiting for me at home, and I imagine you miss me terribly. I miss you too. I’d dearly love to return to you, I’ve barely seen you in weeks.
But I can’t go home yet.
Not until I’ve made love that I know is worthy of one such as you...
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Weekly prompt Story: The View from my Window
Hey! I got so caught up in Nanoing I completely forgot my Sunday prompt story until 8 minutes before it was due! Seven minutes now! I better get that posted, eh?
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2011/11/13/weekly-challenge-290-what-is-the-first-thing-you-see-out-your-window/
The View From My Window
By Christopher Munroe
There’s screaming outside my apartment.
And as I listen from my chair, I’d swear it sounds like my neighbor.
Idiot. He knows when the sun sets, we all do. It’s why we instituted the curfew.
If he’s gone outside, what’s happening is his own damn fault.
I know that. Everyone does.
Still, hearing him screaming I can’t help feeling guilty.
I wish he’d stop.
He will soon.
I know I ought to at least try to help, but I can’t bring myself to go to my window and take a look into the street.
For fear of what I’d see…
http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2011/11/13/weekly-challenge-290-what-is-the-first-thing-you-see-out-your-window/
The View From My Window
By Christopher Munroe
There’s screaming outside my apartment.
And as I listen from my chair, I’d swear it sounds like my neighbor.
Idiot. He knows when the sun sets, we all do. It’s why we instituted the curfew.
If he’s gone outside, what’s happening is his own damn fault.
I know that. Everyone does.
Still, hearing him screaming I can’t help feeling guilty.
I wish he’d stop.
He will soon.
I know I ought to at least try to help, but I can’t bring myself to go to my window and take a look into the street.
For fear of what I’d see…
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