Weekly Challenge #656 – Flower

Summary: Welcome to the 100 Word Stories podcast at <a href="http://oneadayuntilthedayidie.com">oneadayuntilthedayidie.com</a>. This is the Weekly Challenge, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic. We’ve got stories by: * <a href="http://lizziegudkov.blogspot.com/">Lizzie</a> * <a>Richard</a> * <a href="http://serenhaven.wordpress.com">Serendipity</a> * <a>Tom</a> * <a href="http://www.piswyck.net">Jon</a> * <a href="http://www.norvaljoe.com/">Norval Joe</a> * <a href="http://turabrez.blogspot.com">Tura</a> * <a>Planet Z</a> <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/isfullofcrap/45907884891/in/album-72157680627625502/" title="Tinny grooms Myst"></a> LIZZIE To my grandmother who loved daisies Winter is coming, they say. The flowers will go to sleep. But these daisies flourished on. They never gave up. The rain flooded the flower pots. The snow stifled everything cold. And they still managed to bloom. He plucked a few and placed them in a beautiful jar. They collapsed that same day. It was strange but also somehow comforting. Eric felt his grandmother had something to do with this because she loved daisies. He sneered. “Yes, Granny is watching from heaven and all that.” Heaven was a strange concept for him. But then again, resilient daisies were that too. RICHARD Jacked off The day that Jack exchanged the cow for a bag of ‘magic’ beans was not one he’d look back on with any pleasure. His mother was unimpressed and flung them out of the window, whilst Jack hid away in his room and hoped she’d forgive him. Turns out the beans weren’t beans at all, but flower seeds, and the next morning the garden was full of gigantic sweet peas. He picked a bunch for his mum to placate her. It didn’t make her any happier though – she didn’t have a vase anywhere near large enough to display them in. SERENDIPITY It starts, almost imperceptibly; a tingling, pricking, stinging sensation that slowly grows and spreads. Over time, the pain begins to blossom and grow, like a flower unfurling its petals reaching out towards the light. Tendrils enveloping your vitals, spreading throughout your body. The pain fills every fibre of your being; poisoning you, destroying you – both body and mind. Then, in the fullness of time, when the time is ripe, I burst forth from the husk of your body… An explosion of blood and gore. My spores, flying through the fetid air, seek out new hosts to make their home. TOM A Dash of Panache As I noted last week I began my forays into courtship in the last 60s and by way of the timing of said wooing had little to go on except the practices of the two decades before. Theirs humble epochs were informed by the machinations proposed by the film of that time. A care taken to impression a celluloid female was to produce from behind ones back a gathering of flowers. The choice of roses a premium, thus a more excellent level of the heart. The wrinkle I add to this was to give half the bouquet to the mother. JON Katheryn Hepburn By Jon DeCles The Corpse Flower produces the largest unbranched inflorescence of any plant in the world. It blooms rarely and people travel long distances to see it, and inhale the pungent odor of decaying meat. Its dark burgundy color looks like meat, and it raises it temperature to 98 F. to further imitate the preferred diet of the carnivorous insects that come seeking a meal and leave disappointed: but covered with the pollen that ensures the survival of the species. If you have a greenhouse and you are tired of saying “Oh Look, the Calla Lilies are in bloom,

Weekly Challenge #656 – Flower

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