100WC Week #4 By: Soccer Lover

At Least I Have You

  

   Grabbing his tux from the dry cleaner, he ran back into his car and started gelling his hair. It was Spencer's mothers birthday. He rolled up to his mother's house, she wore a lavender 'old lady dress'. Spencer finally pulled into what he liked to call 'The Old Lady Club'. His mother and him had a pretty good time in the conga line, and doing the chicken dance.
His mother smiled and said, "At least I still have you."
Spencer didn't know what his mother meant, but later that day he realized that he was really the only person that him mom had left.

100WC Week #3 By: Soccer Lover

Kite

It floated up like Mary Poppin's umbrella. My favourite firetruck red kite was now long gone. I watched it take off over the mountain, it is forever lost. Plopping myself on a hard rock, I sat there head in palm, sulking.
"Now what do I do?" 
"Well..." said a low raspy voice behind me.
"You could use mine."
I gazed up at this spindly looking man, grasping a yellow kite.
"Really?" I asked.
"Ya sure, why not!"
"Cool thanks!"
That's when it registered, he was the man from the T.V.. The one who abducted the girl. I dropped the kite and ran.

 

100WC Week #2 By: Soccer Lover

The ER Trip

Walking into the ER my hand ached even more, as I joined the queue a man stumbled in. He started to scream, a nurse hurried to his side trying to calm him down.

"Whats wrong sir?"

"My arm!" he shrieked.

As I turned to get a better look at his mangled arm, a swarm of doctors and nurses laid him on a gurnie. People started to gag as he was swept away.

"Is he going to be okay?" A lady inquired.

"I'm not sure, but what's important is that we help whoever is next."

 It was my turn. I walked up and gave the receptionist my medical card.

100WC Week #1 By: Soccer Lover

Mt.Cupquake

Bill and I had set out this morning to conquer Mt.Cupquake. Mt.Cupquake was a tougher climb then the ones we do normally but it pays off, if you bring a fork. When we got to the top we sat on the icing ledge and pulled out our forks. Bill immediately started to munch on a piece of cinnamon covered licorice and I started to enjoy a hand full of icing. "No need for forks now Bill!" I yelled showing him my icing filled hand. "This has been a pretty sweet hike, no pun intended," Bill said laughing.