intoo's 100 challenge

[I'm Not The Only One]

Hi guys c: Welcome to my 100 One-Shot Challenge and 100 Scene challenge thread! Here you will find all the short stories I'll be writing for this challenge! and this challenge . Comments and critiques are welcome, and if you're doing the challenges as well, I wish you luck! (I might join a few of the prompts and themes together, so that is why some of the links will be the same in both contents c;)

Contents: 100 One-Shot Challenge
1. Injured - Completed
2. Sinking - Completed
3. Father - Completed
4. Exploit - Completed


Contents: 100 Scene Challenge
1. "Little by little, day by day, okay?" - Completed
2. "I thought I'd just go for a swim" - Completed
3. "I don't know who you are." - Completed
4. "We'll be dead by morning." - Completed

[I'm Not The Only One]

Injured- Experiments
100 One-Shot Challenge, 01

Sometimes the research that scientists do is worth it. Sometimes, that research can even change the world. But sometimes, scientists do experiments for no other reason than their own cruel, personal curiousity. When I was a young angel, I had been foolish and exchanged my immortality for a chance to live life in the human world. All the tales my mother had told me about had always been about finding your true love, and sometimes you have to make sacrifices to find it. So that's what I did- I sacrificed my immortality, family and friends to try and find true love. Silly and stupid, right? At the time it didn't seem silly or stupid, it seemed brave. I thought that the bigger the sacrifice the truer the love. How young and naive I'd been back then, I cringe at my young self.

Within a month of living in London, I thought I'd found my one true love. I made up a whole new back story for myself- I couldn't tell him I was really an angel, and it was almost instantly we fell in love. Or so I thought. Three months later, and we were living together in a beautiful but modest old house with an enchanted garden. It's where I felt the closest to my true home, and every night I'd sit outside beside the pool where the falling water fell into for three hours, trying to connect my mind to my home, up above. Sure, it was strange behaviour, but I thought since we were in love he'd understand. And well, he pretended to. One night I came in an hour earlier. That particular night clouds had been covering the moon and I knew from experience it would mean that I wouldn't feel anything. I walked into our bedroom to see some other woman putting on her clothes.

Nothing could describe the pain, the betrayal and my next actions. I could feel myself getting colder and colder, a feeling I hadn't had in a while. My hands began to tingle and burn, like when you've put your hands in freezing cold water for too long. I didn't need a mirror to know that my eyes were ice blue and burning. I must have looked like a monster. For a split second I could feel an itch in my back where my wings should be. I hesitated for a second, waiting for my wings to grow. But they never did. I looked down at my hands and saw that white and blue flames were flickering wildly. I flung them at the impostor, knowing that she would freeze to death. As I predicted she collapsed on the ground, shivering and curling up into a ball. It wasn't until she had completely stopped shaking and no longer could you hear her pants that I realised truly what I'd done.

I fled the house, grabbing my bag which had half a sandwich, my purse and my phone in it. I ran until I couldn't run any longer and fell asleep under a giant oak. When I woke up I saw my phone had fifty missed calls and twenty new texts. They were all from my fake true love. I looked at one of them and saw it was him saying sorry, and could I please call him when I got the chance. I looked at a few more, but they all said the same thing. "I'm so sorry," "Can you ever forgive me?" "All I'm asking is for your forgiveness and I'll never do it again!" Back then I couldn't help it. I thought that if I'd done something like that, he'd forgive me, so I should as well. Again, stupid and naive.

When I arrived back at the house, he ran up to me and gave me a massive hug, saying how glad he was to see me safe, and asking why I hadn't returned his calls or texts. I just stood there embracing him silently. So far he hadn't mentioned my strange outburst. He was acting like it had never happened. Out of nowhere, he asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. I was so happy he was ignoring my little outburst that I agreed to the drive and hopped in the car. You'd think I'd be a little suspicious, wouldn't you?

We had been driving for five hours into the country side when I finally felt like something was wrong. I asked him where we were going, but he just smiled at me and said, "We're almost there love. Just a few more minutes." And he'd been right. About three minutes later we pulled into a long driveway that you wouldn't even have realised was there if you were just driving past. It was sheltered heavily by trees and bushes. I winced as we went through the trees, their low-lying branches making an awful screeching noise against the car.

The car pulled up and I got out swiftly. My muscles were sore from sitting for so long and I took a nice long stretch, not realising a huge, sleek science lab was right behind me. I yawned and turned around, about to ask my fake true love where we were, but my blood ran cold when I saw him talking to another man in a white lab coat. Immediately his head shot up and he approached me quickly, followed by five men who I hadn't noticed before. They wrenched my arms behind my back, putting electric hand-cuffs on me. They put an electric collar on me, attached to a metal leash. I was in absolute shock and denial as they dragged me away, my eyes never leaving the man I'd once thought I loved. He stared at me for a while before turning around and going into the front quarters of the building. I'd never forget seeing him put on a white lab coat and follow the rest away.

For months I've sat in my cell, eating, drinking and sleeping without emotion. I lost count after two weeks, but I know it's been ages. I could see myself getting thinner and more lifeless, knowing I probably wouldn't make it till the next month. But then suddenly they started giving me better food. Instead of stale bread and cheese, they gave me fresh, warm, fluffy bread, with exotic cheeses and milk. I again saw my body change, going from thin to covered. After about a month of that they took me to a huge gym for a hour and a half, and if I took a break for longer than three minutes, I got shocked around my neck till I started again. At first it was hard and I thought I was going to die from fatigue. But slowly I got stronger. I grew to enjoy the pain, as it took me away to another dimension, another place where I hadn't messed up my life so much. I should've seen it coming, I should've known they had a reason behind making me strong.

As I sit in this small arena, looking at the beast held down by chains for now, I realise how stupid I was. Every angel back home is probably laughing at me, saying how I was a disappointment to my family. I can't believe I sit here now, about to face off with a demon. And all for what? How is watching two creatures destroy each other 'science?' I heard talking from above and looked up to see my fake true love standing on the glass roof of the arena, holding something that looked like a remote. Our eyes locked and for a second I thought I saw guilt. But anything I thought I saw was gone in an instant as there was a hissing sound coming from the demon's chains.

Suddenly all I could see was a great black beast coming towards me, mouth open exposing several sharp, long fangs. It was right then, right when death was staring me in the face, when it finally clicked how to get back home. I stood up and opened my arms as if to embrace the demon. All I could feel was pain as the beast's fangs ripped into my body. But through the pain, I also felt relief. As I looked down, shock ran through me. I was floating above the gruesome scene!

Still in shock, I turned around and gasped as I saw my mother holding her arms out to me and I ran as fast as I could over to her. It was such a weird feeling, running while floating. The moment did not last long, as she gently withdrew and took my hand, before gliding up into the night's sky. I followed her, full of happiness.

Perhaps my story will have a happily ever after, after all.

[I'm Not The Only One]

"Little by little, day by day, okay?" - Wrong
100 Scene Challenge, 01

"Little by little, day by day, okay babe?" I remember him saying, gently embracing me and kissing the top of my head. Back then my emotions had been so muddled up, confused and scattered. I honestly thought that everything would be all right. Well, as usual I was completely wrong.

My ex-boyfriend and I had just broken up two and a half weeks ago because I caught him cheating on me with my best friend (she is no longer my friend, may I add) and I didn't know what to do with my life. He had been my all, my everything, me. He was my first ever boyfriend, so naturally I was quite confused when he was gone. Even though I hate admitting it, I missed him so much. That's probably the only reason I decided to let him back in my life.

He had completely shattered my trust in him, and even though I said I forgave him and would give him another chance, trust isn't just given, it's earned. And he had a lot of earning to do.

At the start it was great. He was really sweet to me, taking me out to the movies, dinner, buying me flowers, telling me I was beautiful, constantly thanking me for giving him this chance. Slowly but surely he pieced my shattered heart back together, the pieces that he'd broken, and eventually we moved in together. Both of us were in our second year at university, so I thought why not?

But then the drinking and parties started.

At first it was just an occasional party here and there, maybe a drink of alcohol or two and I was fine with that. I trusted him now to behave himself and not get so wasted that I'd have to drive and pick him back up. Parties were never my scene, I preferred to stay in and read my favourite books. Yeah, I am a nerd.

But then one night he rang me, slurring all his words and saying he needed picked up at three in the morning. So being the dutiful girlfriend I was I'd put on my coat and pick him up. But this started happening more and more often, till it was every second night. My grades started slipping because I was tired in class and even my mother called me to ask if I was okay.

And that's when the violence started. He'd come home so smashed and drunk that he'd hit, punch or kick me. Always in the morning he'd say he was so sorry and that it would never happen again and it was all because of the stupid alcohol, and I believed him, despite the fact that I knew he'd come home that night and slap me again.

I began wearing high-necked tops, gloves, scarves and hats to cover the bruises and scratches from everyone. I became very unsocial because I was scared that someone would find out. The main reason I didn't tell anyone was because he threatened that if anyone found out, he would kidnap me. And I had no doubt that he would stay true to his words.

Like always, my big plans for life back-fired on me.

One night, it all started out normally with me getting up and picking him up, making him a nice hot coffee just the way he liked it, massaging his shoulders to soothe him. Then he stood up abruptly and I could tell he was in a particularly dark and dangerous mood. His eyes were blood-shot and the bags under them were dark and scary. He had changed since I first met him in high school.

That night, he broke my left arm and right leg, and I don't know how I didn't scream with pain. I simply lay there, waiting for him to let all his anger out. Once he was finished and collapsed on the couch and started snoring, I finally acknowledged the silent tears slipping down my face and the agonising pain in my body. I reached my right arm into my pocket and rang the hospital. I whispered everything to them because if he found out, I was as good as dead.

The ambulance arrived with their sirens blaring and that woke him up. Before he could do anything to me, they barged through the door and loaded me onto a stretcher. I was scared and in excruciating pain, but they injected me with something and I passed out. I woke up in a clean white room with clean white sheets covering me. It clicked that I was in hospital. I rolled over and saw my mother beside me, her worried eyes looking at my plastered limbs.

"How are you feeling, Brooke?" She whispered, running her thumb over my cheek.

"Okay," I whispered back, savouring the moment.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

I shook my head. "No, not yet." Not ever.

From then on I got him arrested, and I moved back in with my mother. Life was going to be fine, this was just a scar. Scars can heal, but they'll never quite leave you.

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[I'm Not The Only One]

Sinking + "I Thought I'd Just Have a Swim"
100 One-Shot and Scene Challenge- 02, 02

It was a beautiful hot, summer's day. The sand was golden, the water was crystal clear and luke warm. Sound cliche? Well, it was my reality. It seemed like the perfect day for a nice, harmless swim in the ocean. In fact, the first swim of Summer.

I rushed home from school and powered through my homework before changing into my bikini and I was off to the beach. It was definitely handy having quite literally, "a big, blue backyard." As always I ran into the water, sighing in contentment as I was enveloped in warmth. I breast-stroked slowly out deeper, until I couldn't touch the bottom. I was a strong swimmer, very strong in fact and attended swimming competitions nation-wide. According to my coach I should travel further to other countries, but we could never afford it.

This might sound a little strange, but as I was swimming it felt a bit... off. There was something different about the currents and the waves, making them a bit rougher, bit wilder. I brushed it off as I continued swimming out deeper. I was never afraid of deep water, which is strange because I'm one of the biggest scaredy-cats I know, but the water was like a second home to me. It was always there to calm me and be on my side, even when nobody else was.

Suddenly the waves started getting choppier, and I was being thrown around by the waves. I was more confused than afraid, but when I saw three shadows in the water my heart leaped into my mouth and I froze in shock. It wasn't till my head went underwater that I snapped out if it and started treading water again. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing but air came out. I was just waiting for three pointed fins to protrude through the water.

I was so surprised when instead three beautiful girls emerged from the waves, smiling at me with perfect teeth.

What is happening? I thought. Mermaids aren't real... right?

I just treaded there, opening and closing my mouth in confusion. What do I say? It's not everyday three of the world's most beautiful women, if not the most beautiful, surround you in the ocean, smiling.

"Hey Gwynne, how are you?" The one with blonde hair asked me. The other two were red and brunette.

"I... I... I'm good thanks, how about you?" I stammered. I had no idea who these girl's were, yet they greeted me like a friend. Should I act friendly or polite?

The blonde giggled again. It sounded like the prettiest bells you'd hear in a movie. "We are doing great, today. Aren't we girls?"

She turned and looked at her companions who nodded eagerly while smiling. An uncomfortable feeling started in my stomach. Something felt off, as if these girls were a little too... perfect? I wasn't sure why I was feeling so uncomfortable around them, as they were being lovely to me.

Of course they would, if they wanted something from you, my subconscious told me. I shivered at the thought but brushed it off.

I smiled shakily in response before saying, "I think I'm going to get out now, I have like so much homework-"

"Chill out girl..." the blonde broke in again, smiling at me with her perfect teeth.

Wait... they weren't perfect. They were sharp and pointed, and her eyes began turning red. I looked over at her friends and they had the same look on their faces. I gulped loudly and they began giggling maniacally at me, licking their lips, intent on their prey.

"It's been a long time since we've eaten, hasn't it girls?" The blonde spoke up again, and the others nodded hungrily. It wasn't hard to tell the blonde was the leader.

"Would you like to come in? I mean, we've got biscuits, brownies, maybe even some leftover pizza?" Even though I knew it was no hope, I refused to admit to myself they were going to eat me. I just needed to get out of the water.

All of them laughed, but it sounded fake, with a hint of an animal-like snarl. They began coming closer and my heart started to pound. Foul words repeated themselves in my head and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was nothing I could do.

"We thank you for your donation..." the blonde growled, sounding more like a monster than a human. That's when the first bite happened. When they had finished, I slowly sunk to the bottom, never to be found.

This is what happens when you go out deep in the ocean by yourself. Some people said I deserved it, they said I shouldn't be swimming alone in the first place.

And maybe they were right.

But maybe they weren't.

[I'm Not The Only One]

Father + "I don't know who you are." - Stranger
100 One-Shot + 100 Scene Challenges, 03,03

Petra looked down at her bags then up at the picture of her and her mother. They were standing on the beach in their swimming costumes, smiling with their arms around each other. A fresh sting of grief pained the blonde girl as she remembered that trip. They had visited California for five days, and it was the first and only time she's been on a plane.

Not anymore, she though gingerly, taking the framed photograph carefully and putting it in her bag. Life had been tough ever since she was three. Her father had abandoned them, leaving them all alone with hardly any money. At the start it was rougher because her mother had to work two jobs, while Petra would do the paper-run everyday for four hours after school. It was horrible and tiring but necessary.

When her mother got the promotion Petra was nine, and it was like winning the lottery. Her mother could finally give up her other job as a librarian, and became a full-time chef at The Diner. She could also lay-off the hours of paper-runs to one hour, four days a week. With a solid income, life became more stable and happy every minute.

Everything was going perfectly, until the freak accident happened when she was fifteen. Petra's mother was driving home from work one night when a drunk driver smashed into the taxi, killing the driver and her mother instantly. The world seemed to end for Petra, and until the funeral she was constantly in denial. She ended up moving in with her auntie, who was off the rails. Suddenly Petra was surrounded by smoke, alcohol and drugs, and her auntie would make fun of her for crying over 'her puny little sister.'

She lived like this for three months, only going to school three times a week, working the rest so her auntie could quite her own job and buy whatever she desired. Petra fell into a deep depression, and eventually lost all her friends and high rank within the school. She was bright and sporty, but she soon lost all her strength and fitness, and slowly fell way behind in all her classes.

When an offer came through for her to move in with her father, she honestly had no clue what to do. Her choices were to move in with a man she didn't know and hadn't seen for over ten years, or continue living in the worst environment possible. It took her a week before she responded, and this is where she is now. Sitting in her room, which is actually an upstairs attic with no windows and a mattress thrown on the ground, waiting for a taxi to pick her up and take her from New York City to somewhere in Minnesota. She didn't have a clue!

Finally the taxi arrived and she left without a good-bye. Petra hadn't told her auntie about the offer, as she knew she wouldn't be allowed to leave. Instead, she left a note on the table saying she had gone, and was never coming back. She picked up her bag which held all of her belongings which wasn't much and jumped into the taxi.

"To the nearest airport please," she told the driver who quickly sped off, away from her auntie's house.

The plane ride seemed to take awhile, but Petra didn't mind. She was quite happy to sit there and read her books for the whole trip.

When she arrived at the airport she had no idea who to look for, which she had completely forgot to consider. Standing there awkwardly, she watched everyone else meet up with their friends and family until there was one man left. He sat on one of the chairs, anxiously tapping his foot and checking his phone every few seconds. He had blonde hair like her own, and looked quite tall and muscular. She had no idea what he did for a job, but it must be business-like from the suit he was wearing.

Petra slowly approached him, uncertain what to say. "Oh hey, are you the father I haven't seen since I was three? The father that left out of thin air so that I had to struggle through the first few years of my life, and then ended up living at my auntie's house?" She laughed quietly to herself. Too soon she was standing behind him. Suddenly he turned around and surprise crossed his face.

"Are you... Penny?" He asked nervously, twisting to get a good look at her.

Already she felt dislike. He was the one who offered to look after her, he could at least know her name?!

"It's Petra, actually. Well, if I'm the one you're looking for?" She replied, biting her lip.

His eyes lit up and he stood up, hugging her. "Yes! It is a Petra I'm looking for. I'm so sorry for the name mix-up... it's just I haven't seen you in a while." Yeah, twelve years.

Petra froze when he hugged her, unsure what to do. She wasn't going to hug back though- that's for sure!

When he pulled back from the embrace he looked slightly worried, but mainly confused. "Am I doing something wrong?" He asked. She noticed him bite his lip as well. Great, another similarity.

Petra shook her head. "I just don't know who you are," she answered simply, picking up her bag. "So, can we go now?"

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking awfully like a fish, before replying, "Sure... of course. Follow me."

And she did.

[I'm Not The Only One]

Exploit + "We'll be dead by morning."
100 One-Shot and 100 Scene Challenges, 04,04

The constant feeling of being hunted is never a good thing. Especially when it's not just zombie's you're dealing with, but mutant zombie's. They were accidentally created by some fantastic experiment that was going on, and clearly it back-fired as half the world are gone now. I don't even think there's anyone left in my small town now, a part from my best friend and I.

We live in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farmland and forests with a small town in the middle that's only really busy on market days. Right at this moment, my friend and I are in a tree. With zombie's directly below us.

We could see them sniffing the air in confusion, as the wind had changed direction and they no longer knew where we were. There was no doubt they would be able to climb this tree, as they were incredibly strong and fast. Thank goodness they weren't bright enough to look up, or we would get discovered.

Just as the zombie's below us decide to give up and begin dawdling away, my friend sneezes. I freeze and dread runs through every vein in my body. The zombie's heads shoot up to the top of our tree and a horrifying screech comes out of their putrid mouths and they start climbing the tree, trying to get to us. We both scream and swing our back-packs over our shoulders and jump to the next tree. But we weren't safe, as anything we could do, they could do faster.

We continued to jump between the pine trees, getting covered in sap, scratches, cuts and bruises. The smell of our blood drove the zombie's even more crazy with their blood-lust. My heart hammered so loudly against my chest that I was worried I'd have a heart attack. To be honest, that would be better than becoming a brain-dead walking monster.

We hit the edge of the forest not long after and my panic grows. We were going to have to jump down and quite literally run for our lives. My friend knew it as well and we look at each other and nod. I leap to the ground and land on my feet, then my knees as ground-shock kicked in and I wince in pain. But as soon as the dizziness went away, I was sprinting faster than ever before, I felt like I had wings. But I slowed down too soon and I looked back over my shoulder to see the trio of zombie's chasing us, not too far behind.

It was sad, because the boys were all brothers and been in my class at school. I had witnessed them screaming in horror as their zombified parents had bitten them, turning them. I had sent a small prayer at the time that they wouldn't sense me in the bush, and somehow it came true.

But now there was nowhere for us to hide, I could see my friend tiring as well and I knew we had to do something. I run up beside her and shout, "Zig-zag through the trees to confuse them!" She nods in response and we split up, running quickly through the trees. I quickly glance over my shoulder and see that the zombies have slowed right down. They were silly and were trying to follow both of us at once, but obviously that wouldn't work.

I had bought us some time and knew we had to use it well. I literally dive into a bush and a second later my friend does the same. We just sit there for a moment gasping to catch our breath back. A moment later we heard pounding feet coming towards it and we stopped breathing for a few moments. We let our breath back out again when they thundered past and laughed quietly together.

"That was so close!" She says, shaking her head with disbelief.

"I can't believe we're alive! Well... not un-dead!" I reply, laughing.

We sigh together and reach into our back-packs. The sun was already down and we were starving from a whole day of not eating. We were running low on food, but we were going to go back to the town and raid the market-place tomorrow. It would be dangerous, but we had to take risks if we wanted to survive. I pick out a bread-roll, and I eat it too quickly.

I put my bag behind my head and lie down on the ground. My friend lies down beside me and drapes two blankets over us, but I'm still freezing cold. Just before I start nodding off she turns to me and sighs sadly.

"We'll be dead by morning, won't we?" She asks nervously.

I shrug sleepily. "I don't know, but hopefully not. We just need to survive a couple more days then we can leave this zombie town."

She laughs quietly and snuggles down beside me.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

[I'm Not The Only One]

Boredom + "I think I am concussed."
100 One-Shot and 100 Scene Challenge, 05, 05

Think of the boringest (yes, I know that's not a word) thing in the world. And times it by ten. Wait, no one hundred. It will be something like boringer (also not a word) than boring, right? Well, that's currently what I'm doing.

I am strapped, to a mattress, unable to move or do anything, or even look at anything, because I'm in a dark, concrete room. Why am I here, in the most boring place on earth, unable to do anything but think? Well, the answer is simple.

Knowledge. Knowledge is both the most important and most dangerous thing ever created. If you know too much, you're killed. If you don't know enough you get robbed. What everyone needs is a nice, balanced portion of knowledge. Clearly, I was not able to do that as I am stuck, in a concrete room, doing nothing but staring at a plain concrete roof.

I honestly wasn't doing anything harmful, simply taking the trash out, when I heard foot-steps in the alley behind the brick fence. And of course, because I'm a very nosy person, decided to open the gate that opened out into the alley, and follow the foot-steps. Now you must know before I go on, I do not follow every single set of foot-steps I hear, because that must be what this seems like. But the thing is, nobody, and I mean nobody, enters that alley way. It is said to be cursed and if you go too far in you get lost and never come back.

Of course, me being the bright person I am, heeded the warnings at first, but I thought that if I followed this person's foot steps I wouldn't get lost, as he sounded sure-footed and was walking at a brisk pace. A wee peek into the alley wouldn't hurt...right?

But, I was wrong. It would just about kill me. I peeked around a corner and saw a big dumpster so I crouched behind it and looked around the side. There sat a circle of huddled men, and what looked like a woman, discussing something obviously very serious over sheets of paper.

"... if we go that way the cameras are sure to pick up action and the alarms will go off. That's a stupid idea Brun, " the woman said, smacking the man I had been following around the head. To be honest she looked more like a man, with her build and scraggly hair, but her voice was higher-pitched.

"It's not stupid. If you jump in through the window, the nearest camera will only see shadows, so if we time it right it won't see anything," Brun retorted, smacking her back.

I gulped at all the violence, I am a pretty squeamish person.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," she said, appearing a bit dumb-founded and annoyed she hadn't thought of that herself.

Everyone else laughed and slapped each other for what reason, it's beyond me.

"We'll have millions of dollars in no time!" Brun cheered, punching the air with his fist. The others all followed his lead, while my brain was frantically trying to make sense of this information.

They're all obviously stealing money... Who owns money? ... A bank!

It was just as I made this realization that I felt heavy hands behind me grip my shoulders and drag me out into view.

"I found this one snooping behind the dumpster," he bellowed, just about knocking me out with the strong scent of alcohol and horrible body odor.

The others head's all snapped up and locked on my face. Honestly it was so terrifying and my heart was in my mouth.

"How long has she been snooping?" "If we let her go will she tell anyone? "She's going to ruin this for everyone!" "Get rid of her now!"
Everyone started shouting at once at me and I shrunk into the guy behind me, even though he was disgusting.

{{Just changing houses again... will finish it in a minute.}}