100 One Shot Challenge

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This is the 100 One Shot Challenge!
I'm going to give this a shot and hope
that it works out!
I'm going to try and get as many done
as possible in the next couple of months
before school starts up. I'm shooting
for at least 50.

Posting IS welcome!

List:
Injured // Sinking // Father// Exploit // Boredom // Art of Conversation // Take your Best Shot
Creativity // Flash // Puzzling Words // Ill // Skeleton // Nothing // Servitude // Possibilities
Weightless // Just Say It // Last Words // Immature // Blazing //Help // Presence
Because // Forced // Reversed // Cast Away // Emotions // Questions // Wishing
Crackling // Curl Up // Together // Look Again // Brief // Space // Special
Jinx // Stop Fussing // Cozy // Breaking // Either Or // Tell Me a Story // Waiting
Willpower // Who Am I? // Idol // Unseen // Just Try // For Me? // Your Choice! (You got to 50!)
Useful // Treasure // Ceremony // Lightning // Protection // Stay With Me // Mint
Rescue // Dominant // Thief // Deserter // Stolen // Sarcasm
Darling // How Much is too Much? // Over // Try Again // Hidden // Forgotten // The First Time
Aging // Soldiers // Justice // Tread Carefully // One False Step // Connection // Mess
It Can't Be // In Due Time // Awake // Delicious // Fallen // Trickery // Around the Bend
Well Traveled // Choices // Surplus // Rough // If // Friend // Found Not Lost
Spiral // Deep // I Could Have // Desirable // Resentment
Build Up // Inch by Inch // Dilemma // Blue Sky

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Humans/Humanoids

Renee Henderson
Young adult
Blue eyes
Nancy's daughter
Injured

Nancy Henderson
Renee's mother
Injured

Sailor
Unnamed
Scared of Drowning
Sinking

Father
Unnamed
Young parent
Father

Sandra
Obsessed with fashion
Rich family
Exploit

Michelle
Student
Exploit

Mrs. Girard
NHS
Exploit

Animals

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Genre: uhhh...Realistic?
Characters:
->Renee
->Nancy
Used again: x
847 words

She touched the windowpane. Droplets of rain trickled down the other side, creating a warped view of the world beyond. How long had she been standing at the window? Five minutes? An hour? Five hours? Her daughter was behind closed doors in the operating room and not a single person could tell the worried mother anything.

“Who is here for Renee Henderson?” A doctor asked, holding a clipboard. The mother turned around, away from the rain soaked windowpane.

“I’m here! I’m Nancy, her mother.” Nancy hurried over to the doctor, her hands clamped together tightly. The doctor looked down at the clipboard and Nancy’s heart sank. This was it, her daughter was gone. Nancy’s hand went up to her mouth, trapping in a scream.

“Your daughter will be okay. She has a minor concussion and we had to operate extensively on her leg to be able to save it. You can come see her now.” A wave of relief crashed through Nancy’s body. Renee was okay! The doctor led the way down the hall and through the closed doors. Nancy’s mind raced through countless memories of her daughter.



“Mommy! Ouch!” A small, two year old Renee cried out, eyes filling with tears. Nancy picked the little girl up.

“Where’s the ouch?” Nancy questioned, all of her attention on the small child in her arms.

“Hurt toe.” Renee began crying, tears flowing freely from her blue eyes. Nancy sat Renee down on the kitchen table and bent down, inspecting the toe.

“If I kiss it, will it make it better?” Nancy asked her two year old.

“Fix it Mommy!” Renee babbled, sucking on her thumb. Nancy planted a small kiss on her daughter’s toe.

“I fixed it for you.” Renee began laughing and wrapped her small arms around Nancy’s neck.

Two years later, Renee came running into the house, crying. Nancy picked her daughter up and set her on the kitchen table again. This time it was a monster splinter, stuck on the bottom of the little girl’s foot. Nancy grabbed a pair of tweezers and gently pulled the splinter out. She washed the bottom of Renee’s foot before placing a band aid over the hole left by the splinter.

“I fixed it for you.” Nancy stated, planting a kiss on Renee’s forehead. Renee giggled and took off back outside.

The next big injury came when baking cookies. Renee, age ten, had a passion for cooking. Chocolate chip cookies had become her favorite food to make for her mother. Nancy gladly ate the cookies, which had gotten progressively better since the first batch that was filled with eggshells.

“Can you set that sheet over there?” Renee instructed, pointing to the only empty space on the kitchen table. Nancy nodded her head and pulled the hot pan out of the oven. She walked to the table and set them down.

“Be careful. I have to use the bathroom.” Nancy warned. Renee nodded her head, licking the last scraps of batter off of the wooden spoon. Nancy was only gone for a minute, when she got back, Renee was standing in the middle of the kitchen, spoon on the floor, tears flowing from her eyes.

“What happened?” Nancy questioned. Renee held up her hand. She had reached out and grabbed the hot pan, forgetting she was not wearing a glove. Nancy grabbed her daughter’s wrist and led her to the sink, running cold water over the burn. Renee continued to cry, sputtering as she tried to hold back the tears.

“Come here. Let’s wrap up your hand.” Nancy led the way into the bathroom. Renee perched on the side of the bath tub, biting her lip hard enough to make it bleed. “Honey, it is okay to cry.”

“No Mom. I am almost an adult. I need to be strong.” Renee replied as Nancy began wrapping up the burned area of Renee’s palm. Renee winced, biting her lip even more.

“You’re going to need something for your lips if you don’t stop that.” Nancy chuckled. “There. I fixed it for you.” Nancy stated, finishing with the gauze.

After that, Renee was too old to have her mother’s help. She handled every injury on her own. The next time Nancy could say “I fixed it for you” was the end of high school. On the day before a big project was due, the dog tore apart Renee’s poster, at ten o’clock at night. Renee was devastated and went to bed crying, wailing about how she would fail the class. Nancy stayed up all night long to recreate the poster. In the morning, Nancy handed her daughter the finished poster.

“I fixed it for you.”



“Mom?” Renee asked from the hospital bed. Nancy froze in the doorway. Her daughter looked nothing like herself. She had cuts all over her body and her skin was pale. “Mom, come here. Please?” Renee begged. Nancy approached the bed. One of Renee’s legs was completely wrapped up in a cast. The tears began flowing from Nancy’s eyes again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t fix it for you.”

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Genre: Adventure/Drama?
(really bad with genres)
Characters:
->Unnamed narrator
Used again: x
763 words

I thought once that drowning would be enjoyable. The feeling of water taking over your lungs sounded like a relief.

Until I was in the water, struggling to stay above the surface.

The boat had crashed into the rocks and the waves forced us back out into the middle of the ocean. Boards creaked and popped as nails came loose and the hull of the ship fell into the waters.

“Abandon ship!” One of the crew members yelled, diving into one of the three life boats. It swung in the air and smashed against the side of the ship. The life boat cracked and dumped the man into the ocean.

I held onto the railing, my fingers turning white as the deck angled. The ship was going into the water at a high rate of speed. A couple of the crew members managed to free another of the life boats, but they all went under water before they were able to jump into the boat.

I needed to get the lifeboat that was now afloat. The waves were bouncing it further and further from the ship. Catching my breath, I took a leap and grabbed onto the mast. The water was lapping at my sneakers. Taking another breath, I jumped. And I slipped.

The water crashed against my head and flooded my open mouth. I clamped it shut and swam as fast as I could to the surface. By the time I made it, the water that had made it to my lungs was burning, and I was crying.

The ship was now almost completely underwater. The suction created by the sinking ship began to tug me under as well.

“No!” I yelped, water splashing into my mouth. I choked, thrashing around in the water, searching for something to grab onto. I was unsuccessful. Nothing was within my reach, and I began sinking.

I took one final breath and hoped that I would be able to fight the force and make it back to the surface again. I paddled hard with my hands and feet, the waterlogged sneakers weighing my legs down. The air slipped out of my lungs and water began pouring in through my nose and mouth as I gasped for air.

I now knew that I did not want to die by drowning. It was painful.

A hand reached down and grabbed my wrist. I continued thrashing, trying to get above the surface. Another hand wrapped around my other wrist, and together they pulled me out of the water. I was hanging between two men, drenched from being thrown into the ocean, but afloat in the life boat.

They set me down and one of the two began patting my back, trying to help me force the water out of my lungs. I coughed and coughed, and everything went black.



I woke up to the sun warming my back. I shot up, startling the two men in the life boat. They both watched me carefully before returning to dozing off. I gasped, looking around, searching for other life forms. The ocean was still, there was no sign of the ship, or the rocky coast that we had slammed against.

I pulled off my shoes and set them in the center of the boat to dry. Soaked shoes were uncomfortable. I took the opportunity to search the boat for supplies. There were a few cans of fresh water and boxes of crackers. Three spears lay tied up in the bottom of the boat. I untied the bundle and investigated one of the spears. They would be useful for fishing.

One of the men began screaming, waking up the other man and startling me. He thrashed around for a while before freezing completely. His body quivered once and then lay still.

“Is he dead?” The other man asked, looking at me. I shrugged and approached the still man. Reaching out a hand tentatively, I touched his neck, searching for any sign of a pulse. Nothing. The man had died right here on our life boat.

“What should we do?” I turned and asked the man that was still alive.

“Throw him over?” The man suggested. I nodded and together we pushed the dead man off the side of the boat.

The live man sat back down and focused on the horizon. I was transfixed on the man’s body. I always thought bodies would float. But for some unknown reason to me, the body sunk. Through the clear ocean surface, I watched as he drifted farther and farther away. His face forever peaceful.

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Genre: Family
Characters:
->Unnamed father
Used again: x
768 words

There were no words to describe the feeling. I would search throughout the years to find the proper description of this - of these overwhelming emotions that flooded every part, every cell of my body, soul, and mind. My breath hitched in my lungs and I did not bear to try to fix it. My focus was not on how well my lungs could function, but this new thing being placed in my shaking arms.

Was it love?

This emotion consisted of love, I could tell you that. Love, the radiating warmth that fills every aspect of your being until you feel as though you could spontaneously combust. Love, the feeling of being wrapped in a hug that fully engulfed your body and never let’s go.

The love that makes the darkness run from the night. The love that makes demons run and hide, afraid of being burned by what they cannot know. The love that makes any pain worth bearing. Love is coming home. And this feeling was that. I was home. But as much as I was home, I knew I had to be the provider of a home as well. I had to give the love to create a home.

This feeling was love. It was love through and through. But it was not entirely love. What feeling was this? How could I feel so unsure about the love that was obviously flowing through my being?

Two blue eyes stared back into my own, and all I felt was warmth.

Could this be happiness?

This was pure happiness. Happiness that made tears fall from the corners of your eyes, and laughs to erupt from your throat at inconsistent intervals. The kinds of laughs that make people look over, questioning what made that laughter. They can tell. They can tell by the sound that comes out of your mouth that you are truly happy in the moment.

Sure, this was happiness, and this was love. But that was not all it was. Already, this feeling was taking over. It was a mixture, blended up in the depths of my pounding heart. While this feeling was so pleasant, it was beginning to show its dark side as fear and worry kicked into overdrive.

I was nervous. But do I even count that? Anyone would be nervous in my situation. Here, have your entire world handed to you by a stranger. You do not realize that this is your world until it is resting there in the palms of your hands, your shaking hands that could drop it. That could drop it and ruin everything for you in a matter of seconds. Of course you would be nervous.

I was scared. My world rested in my hands, but the world outside of this room bared down. I could feel all of the evil creeping in through the cracks in the doorway. I could hear it whispering it’s longings to my world. “Come to us.” “You know you want to try it.” “No one has to know.” “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
Scared was an understatement. I was terrified. I had to protect my world, no matter the cost. I knew exactly what the world had to offer and I did not want my world being led down the wrong path. There would be so many temptations. How could I protect my world from all of them?

The blue eyes continued to watch me, unfazed by my uncanny dilemma at finding the words to describe this feeling. Unfazed by the weight of the world pouring down onto my shoulders. Unfazed by my need to never let anything happen.

While I was scared, my mind flipping through every possible thing that could go wrong, I felt comforted. The eyes continued to stare me down, taking every inch of me in as I took every speck of those blue eyes in and conformed them to memory. The blues mixed with a hint of green here and a fleck of gold there.

They reassured me that everything would be okay. These tiny, blue eyes stared back into my own eyes, and spoke every word that could not be said. “Everything will be okay.” Did I believe it? Some, yes. I believed that whatever would come, I would face it head on. I would protect, I would heal, I would hold, I would love, I would do anything.

And yet, as I sit here, holding my daughter, my first child, for the first time, I still could not find the words to describe the feeling. The feeling of being a father.

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Genre: drama
Characters:
->Michelle
->Mrs. Girard
->Sandra
Used again: x
871 words

"I think Sandra is cheating in history!" Michelle blurted out, making everyone in the group stop what they were doing and look up. No one in the honor society had ever said such a thing.

"Why do you think that?" Mrs. Girard asked, folding her hands tightly in front of her. She was not impressed by Michelle's sudden outburst.

"I, uh, well I've worked with her recently this year, and I've noticed that she hasn't been turning in her homework. There is no way she could be making straight As if she isn't passing in her homework. Mr. Florence told us so at the beginning of the semester." Michelle poked at her salad with a fork, her face beet red. Her outburst had been just as surprising to herself as it had to everyone else.

"Did you ask her about it?" Mrs. Girard questioned. If a member of the honor society was cheating to get good grades, it was a serious issue and the member could be kicked off. There was a strict policy on cheating and no one had ever been in question of violation before.

"Well uh, no. I didn't. I didn't even think to ask about it at the time." Michelle finally looked up. Everyone else at the table was silent, watching and waiting for Mrs. Girard's reaction.

"Hmmm. I'll make a deal with you Michelle. If you can prove to us that she is cheating, you'll be off the hook. If you can not prove to us that Sandra is cheating, I will have to have a talk with the principal. Accusing someone of such a thing is wrong. You know this." Mrs. Girard stated. Michelle nodded her head quickly. "You've got until our next meeting."



“Thanks Michelle for coming to help me with my homework. Math right?” Sandra asked, turning to look over her shoulder at Michelle before opening the door to her house.

“Uh, actually-whoa!” Michelle stopped short, taking in the grand entrance of Sandra’s house. The hallway was wide, but most of it was filled with a large marble staircase that led to the second floor.

“It’s not that cool.” Sandra scoffed and began her way up the staircase. She jogged up, not paying any attention to the intricate designs all along the railing.

“Who did this?” Michelle asked, running her hand along the carved vines. They were done with precision. This was no amatuer job.

“I don’t know. Dad hired some professional. Cost tens of thousands of dollars I guess. No big deal.” Michelle’s jaw dropped. Tens of thousands? This family had to be millionaires.

“Can we hurry up? If I do not get all As, Dad is going to cut my allowance. The fall line will be coming out in two months and I need to get everything before anyone else.” Sandra snapped from the top of the stairs. Michelle peeled her eyes away from the marble staircase and made her way up to Sandra.

“Your house is beautiful. Do you uh, have a bathroom I could use?” Michelle asked. She had to be able to turn on her voice recorder without Sandra knowing. It was the only way that Michelle would be able to get proof that Sandra was cheating.

“Right there. Hurry up.” Sandra scoffed, pointing at a door. Michelle slipped inside and quickly flicked on the recorder before pretending to actually use the bathroom. She slipped back out and peered around the hall. Sandra was nowhere in sight.

“Down here!” Sandra called out. Michelle followed the sound of her voice to a spacious back room.

“This is nice.” Michelle stated.

“Yeah, whatever. Come sit. I need your help with math.” Sandra patted a spot on the bed beside her.

“Uh, well I asked to come here to help you with history.” Michelle spoke softly. Sandra stared up at the other girl before laughing.

“Why would I need help with history?”

“You haven’t been turning in your homework. You must be failing.” Michelle bit her lip nervously.

“Please. I need help with math because I can’t pay off the teacher.” Sandra tucked her legs up under her body. Michelle froze. Pay off the teacher?

“You pay the teacher?” Michelle stammered. Sandra rolled her eyes.

“God, yes Michelle. The history teacher is so easy. I offered to pay him if he would give me all As for the semester. It took a lot of money, but I don’t have to worry about anything. Problem solved. Now can you help me on my math?” Sandra grumbled. Michelle lifted her bag higher onto her shoulders.

“I don’t know. That’s, why would you do that Sandra?”

“Are you the cheating police or something? Just shut up and help me. You would pay them off too if you could.”

“So you have an advantage over everyone because you can pay?” Michelle snapped.

“Well yeah. Perks of being rich. Make everyone do everything for you.” Sandra flashed a smile.

“Do your own math.” Michelle turned and walked out the door. She ignored all of Sandra’s protests and raced out of the house. Michelle pulled the voice recorder out of her pocket and flicked it off. She now had only one place to go. Mrs. Girard’s office.

[Krenko]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOOOOOOOOOVE THEEEESEEEE!!!!!!!!

My favorites so far are the first one and the last one here, but I like "Father" and the second one as well...wait you only have four...I LURV THEM ALL AND NEED MOREEEEEEEE

*gives taco* pweez? I'm also stalking this like a ninja stalking it's kill...(to creepy? sowwy)

[NopesaurusRexx]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOOOOOOOOOVE THEEEESEEEE!!!!!!!!

My favorites so far are the first one and the last one here, but I like "Father" and the second one as well...wait you only have four...I LURV THEM ALL AND NEED MOREEEEEEEE

*gives taco* pweez? I'm also stalking this like a ninja stalking it's kill...(to creepy? sowwy)

Hahaha, nah, that's cool!

I'm working on them, don't worry! I've been trying to do the next one this past week, but work got in the way, hopefully in the next few days!!