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Most parents tell their kids bedtime stories, but Joe, he told his kids wakeup stories. Happened every morning. First, they'd get themselves a good night's sleep. Then, when the sun came up, they'd open their eyes, and they'd see their dad, sitting on the side of the bed and watching them. ?What story do you want to hear?? he'd ask, giggling like a maniac. The kids tried setting their alarm clocks earlier, but Joe was right there, ready for them. Pretty soon, the kids stopped sleeping at all. So, you don't like my bedtime stories, Susie? Ohhhhhhh... okay. Thought so. Many thanks to Gomem DeSoto and Stuart Warf for pointing out the incorrect file name.

Ted says that you can use your underwear twice by turning it inside out. ?That's good to know, Ted,? I say. What's weird is that he does the same thing with envelopes. I didn't know that you could do that with envelopes, turning them inside out and addressing them again, but Ted can do it. He's really good with folding paper. Now, this only works with plain white envelopes, mind you. If you do this with a packing envelope, you can't write on the packing material they glue to the inside of it. Or, I mean, outside. Just ask Ted. Radar laments not having a consistent opening line. The reason why I have a consistent opening and closing to my podcast is... it's scripted. And awfully damn short, too.

The 100 word stories weekly challenge is where I post a topic and then you write and record a story based on that topic. Sounds, simple, doesn't it? Topics are selected by the winner of the previous weekly challenge. This week reveals the triumphant Will Ross bringing the topic of Zombies to the masses. You have until midnight on Friday April 11th to get the following in my hot little hands: The text of your story so I can post it on the site. Just post the text of the story in the body of your email message. Do not put it in Word, Word Perfect, Sun Office, or any other document format. Just copy-paste the text into the body of the message. This will save me the hassle of firing off another program to read it and it will reduce the chances that gmail will flag your message as Spam. If you have a blog, podcast, or other site that people can go to so they can learn more about your handiwork, the URL would be appreciated. What you would like the topic of Weekly Challenge #105 to be. Failure to send in a topic with your selection will mean that if you win, whoever is in second place will be considered for the topic, and so on. A recording of your story in .mp3 format. If you do not feel like recording a story for the podcast, well, go ahead and send the story in anyway. I'll include it in the show notes, but it won't be eligible for choosing the topic or winning the magnets. Send the stories to isfullofcrap (at) gmail.com and then add a comment here saying you've sent it in. Once all the stories are in, I'll assemble them into a single podcast collection for your enjoyment. Good luck, and feel free to e-mail me with any questions you have. Hear y'all in a week, and as always, keep it brief.

Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number One Hundred And Three, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic. The topic this week was selected by Daphne Abernathy, who is going for broke with... It's Steamer Trunk. The excellent theme music is by Guy David VOTING Which were the best stories in Weekly Challenge #103?Steven the Nuclear Man!Tom from FootnoteTerry the Quiet TimeGuy David from Guy David dot comPlanet Xray from Planet X PodcastJD from Writing.comDaphne from Going BrokeSougent from SL Adventures of a South GentlemanEvamoon from The LunaticsCraig from Wash The BowlAnima ZabaletaTerrence from Never WasPlanet ZFree polls from Pollhost.com Go ahead and listen to them and then vote for your favorites (multiple selections are allowed): STEVEN (The background sounds were from Metamorphmuses at the Freesound Project. ) "Are we supposed to be up here?" The third attic stair squeaked before I answered my sister's whine. "Mom is gone for the afternoon. I am bored and in charge until they get back. So yes." The attic was full of Grandmother's old stuff. Here there was a stack of yellowing magazines, there were some musty papers and old books. Under it all was the prize: Her old steamer trunk, blackened with age and oil. "Bobby, I heard Grandma was a witch." Pandora Spyros, Grandma's name, was written just above the latch. I ignored my sister and opened Grandmother's box. TOM The horizon of London was as still as death. Maria and Cervantes moved passed Bishopsgate. They were play connect the dot using the ever iconic nightingales, beck left, beck right. "I think were here." Said Maria. Beck down. They pried the manhole cover and started down the vertical stairs. At the bottom of the shaft two shadows took form and demanded a password. Cervantes replied, " pierce the hallow of thee ear." The men grunt and led them down the sewers. After an hour the quartet was standing in front of Quatermain his foot resting on a venting steamer trunk. DAPHNE We don't have many luxuries down here. The dampness destroys most things. Leave a book out too long, the pages become swollen and warped. Photos stick together. Clothes get musty and moldy. I'm lucky, I thought ahead. I pack my few treasured belongings into an old steamer trunk. It was designed to keep out the moisture. I have a few photo albums, some favorite books, extra clothes and a music box. I can't play it as often as I'd like, it would draw attention from above, but when I feel brave I wind it up and let it play. TERRY Bizroc happily scurried into the kitchen, amazed at the good luck of his hunting mere minutes ago. The earthling had been so easily confused; Bizroc had hardly appeared when the earthling froze in his tracks, unable to move. Then, it had been so easy, no thick armored skin like any of the local animals, one swipe of his fangs and he had enough meat for both him and his wife. While he thought of his good luck, Bizroc put the large chuck of meat into the Steamer Trunk to let it hydrate and cook, they would be eating good tonight. GUY It looked like an old treasure chest. As we entered the attic, the old steamer truck grandma hidden away glowed slightly. ?We shouldn't be here? said Judy, ?What if your grandma comes back? I'm afraid of what she would do?. ?Oh, relax?, I said, ?She's hanging around with that Lony. They won't be here for a while?. As we approached the old chest, I noticed the box had what looked like a face, and it was smiling slightly. Suddenly, we heard the door opening, and my grandma was standing there, then she smiled slightly and turned Judy to a frog. JD The auction was at the old warehouse at the end of Cunard Rd. I had read in the paper that there would be many unopened bags and trunks. I stood with my bid stick and watch as small leather bags and large suitcases were sold. I bid and was out bid throughout the day. Near the end only a few people remained when the Steamer Trunk was wheeled out. Old and beaten the trunk called to me. I bid and won. It smelled of mold and mildew. On the tag handwritten in fading ink were the words. Southampton, England, Titanic. PLANET XRAY Jack opened the Steamer Trunk, quickly stuffing the Nightingale Sister's limp, lifeless bodies inside. Throwing in the red rose, he lost sight of the petals against the blood soaked dresses. Using rags, he wiped up the rest of the blood and tossed them inside also, locking the Trunk. His hobby so easy; there were so many young ladies who believed that young men wanted nothing more than to be in their company and spend money. Dragging the trunk slowly down the stairs, he opened the door and tossed the trunk into the underground river, to a life in the sewers. SOUGENT The plan was foolproof, its execution was perfect, nothing could possibly go wrong. The steamer trunk was ready, large enough you could stuff a body into it. It wasn't much of a struggle in the end, shortly after the cake was delivered, the coup de grce was also. It was quite absurd, really, to believe he would be much of a challenge. He reached up and brushed some cake crumbs from his lapel, shook his head sadly and closed the lid of the steamer trunk which now contained a jumble of parts, the remains of one slightly ambitious robotic butler. EVAMOON Alma shut the lid and punched in her code. Again. When she opened the box, it was still empty. Damn infomercials! It was supposed to be the best new thing to solve household storage problems. Using the new transdimensional gateway technology, you could fit all your stuff in a box about the size of a steamer trunk. All coded for instant retrieval. Except now it wasnt giving anything back. Anything that went in was just gone. And the tech support lines were disconnected. Alma stood, dusted her hands, and called to discontinue her garbage collection service. CRAIG Her thoughts got lost in the the neighborhood as she walked. Lead paint pealing, washing into the gutters mixing with fluids from obnoxious realms, flowing into their taps. Yellow and gray floating in and out of apt windows, children?s lungs tattooed with rust. Sally pushed through the fear, sweat beading like pearls on spandex. Hurried little laughs echoed from doorways. Inching her stilettos over the smooth cobblestones Sally felt people watching her, following her. Opening the door to her grandfathers old factory. Holding her breath unlocking the steamer trunk, reaching inside with one quick motion, pulling out her Teddy Bear. ANIMA The dapper secret agent stands up in front of the large steamer trunk. Quick footsteps are heard receding in the tunnel below. "Artie, I have to go after Loveless?" "If you don't stop him Jim, he will use the Ultrasonic Reverberator to destroy the railroad trestle. The President and all the European ambassadors will die!" "Train of fools?" mutters Jim. Jim stomps his boots; knives shoot from the toes. He lowers himself into the trunk, front-pointing into the mine shaft. "And Artie, could you change into the strumpet outfit? that green dress does bring out your eyes... TERRENCE Dropping the dead bird it landed with a thud next to the old wooden box. Raoul gave the box a kick. It started to click and shake. Raoul watched as it got louder and louder until it climaxed with a short quiet pop. The bird slowly stood and looked up at him. Raoul punted the bird across the field out of sight. He couldn't believe that people all over the world searched for the box. Sure it had it's uses, but it wasn't like they would ever believe that this ragged looking steam trunk was the Ark of the Covenant. PLANET Z The Blue Fairy gave Pinocchio the gift of life, but with life, comes the curse of pain and death. Gepetto warned Pinocchio that life was a lot more dangerous for a real boy than a little wooden puppet. Pinocchio laughed. ?I'm not made of wood, Papa,? he said. ?If I put my arm in a fire...? To this day, as he looks down at the trembling child, cowering inside of a steamer trunk and begging for the lid to be brought down again, shutting out the horrors of the outside world, Gepetto regrets ever having carved that block of wood.