I shot my promo into the air.
Where it would play, I knew not where.
But fourteen arrows came flying back.
I swear, y'all gave me a heart attack
This is the Valentine's Day Special at 100 Word Stories Podcast, brought to you by... you!
Thanks to everyone who sent in a story.
(and the Deranged Bard From Planet Z!)
If you'd like, we can do these special holiday editions every so often in addition to weekly challenges if y'all want.
Or not.
Anyway, here's the stories, and I think you're going to enjoy the hell out of them:
ELISSON
I was not quite ten when I fell in love for the first time.
We were visiting my grandparents in Miami, where they kept a mountain of old Reader's Digests. It was in their yellowed pages that I met her.
She was a twelve-year-old Catholic girl from a small Quebec town. My heart melted when I saw her. She had sandy hair and wore glasses. She was adorable, and I fell hopelessly in love.
Hopelessly.
My love would never be, could never be, reciprocated. She had died of leukemia.
Forty-five years later, the thought of her still breaks my heart.
TABITHA
I am happy. After months of searching, fruitless dating and throwing money away at eharmony I have found the love of my life. My boyfriend. He is warm, snuggly, handsome, brave. He likes stirring up trouble and doesn't mind when I don't always look my best. He is the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. He can be a bit lazy, but it's in these times he shows himself truly romantic.
So this valentine's day I won't be alone like countless ones before now. I have my cat. Wait, did I forget to mention my cat's name is Myboyfriend?
TOM
Louie handed Sister Mary Henry a red construction paper heart.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
"I'm your teacher." Said the Nun.
Louie looked confused.
"I'm a Nun." She replied.
Louie's expression remained.
"Louis I am so much old then you sweet boy."
He was unshaken by all arguments
so the sister took a different tacked.
"I will be your Valentine if you make the same beautiful heart for
all the other children."
30 years later Cardinal Louise LaCore receive his noble for his work in Africa Sister Henry stood by his side in hand
a frail construction paper heart.
KELLY BURT
Love can be questionable for some and absolute for others. It can be shortly defined or if you are lucky--often demonstrated.
For me, love is not an item to be wrapped with bow and displayed for all to judge its worth. It's the unexpected kiss, a wink from across a crowded room. It's really having the valentine feeling on any day of the year. It's the way my "valentine" makes me feel. So, here we find ourselves at yet another commercial holiday. Thankfully, I find myself loved and not at the return counter of lost love. Thank you, Russell.
PATTI
Valentine's Day was different on Earth; she was still trying to get used to it. Red hearts, candies, flowers. It made no sense. What did this all have to do with The Valentine Day?
She grew wistful remembering home. How the single men would prepare for weeks with a diet of raw vegetables and fresh corn. On the special day, a man would produce the most beautiful dung mound, wrap it in brown paper, and leave the package aflame on his intended's doorstep. It was all in good fun, but plenty of matches made in heaven started that way.
TED
She told me she wanted it to be a "special" Valentines Day. She said she was ready to give me her heart. Honestly, nobody had ever really done that before.
How would I handle that? I mean, I believe that for someone to truly give their heart to another person, well.. It MUST be love. Real love.
How could I say no? Hadn't I been waiting for this my whole life? I gladly accepted her gift to me. The time had come. She was ready, I was ready. With eager anticipation, I took her heart.. With a fucking chainsaw...
JUSTIN and AMANDA
So, what you want for valentines day, hon?
I dunno
How about chocolate?
No. I look like a cow as it is!
If so then you're the sexiest cow I've ever seen.
Whatever.
Hey, I think that's our song! Care to dance?
Why not.
Steve?
Yes, Tina.
You don't have to get me anything. These last seven months have been amazing, Having you is all I could ever want.
You sure?
As sure as I can be. Just come over to my place and DON'T bring the video camera this time.
As long as you promise you won't moo.
Deal.
HOUSTON KEYS
I'm the banjo playing midget Laurence keeps in his basement. I have a confession to make.
Everyone thinks I hang around here to read the literary masterpieces submitted every weekend. Does anyone think I want to read any more of that crap Houston writes?
What kind of name is that anyway? It sounds like a string of islands from downtown. The goofball lives in Dallas. How stinking confusing.
I'm here for my one true love, Laurence Simon.
"I love you midget."
