Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
The Skull
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
The Skull
As I walked across the white room,
something hard hit my toes
one of those.
A goofy face staring up at me,
so this is it,
“Do you have a story?”
it seemed to ask,
that bony mask.
“I do
yes, I do
skull, I have a tale.
A tale to make you quail.
But skull,
do you?”
Silence
and stillness,
that is what came next.
But what came before?
I do not know,
neither does the skull.
But what came after?
The skull does not know,
neither do I .
What will happen now?
Now?
Now I will happen.
AND THE BOMB EXPLODES
I was on a walk in the dense forest by myself. I was looking for fossils to keep as mementos of the walk. I had been going for an hour, maybe two, when I saw it. I was digging the hard packed soil when my shovel hit something hard. I thought it was a stone so I dug it up. How ever hard I pulled, it wouldn’t budge. Then I saw it. It was a silver object. More precious than a fossil. It was round and its teeth were also made of silver. It was the skull of Nanija.
Deep in the French catacombs.
“What was that?!” exclaimed Ben.
“Probably nothing.” said John.
“It’s just, I swear I saw one of those skulls move.” whispered Ben,
“Yeah right.” taunted John.
John shoved the skull.
“See, nothing.”
A skeletal hand grabbed John,
“Ahhhh!” screamed John
“Jackson get over here!” Ben shrieked into his radio.
Static follows. The skeleton was busy scoffing up what remained of John’s face, when suddenly Ben picked up a large stone and whacked the monster on the skull,
“Take that you undead psycho!”
The skeleton was most certainly dead.
The fiery crimson leaves were falling. There was a gentle wind. The garden was covered in leaves and Jake, who was feeling adventurous, was busy exploring. He was crawling and rustling through the leaves, looking for treasure. He had found smooth and sharp stones but nothing else. As he approached the picket fence, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. He pulled away his hand revealing a cracked, jagged stick. Upon closer inspection he realised it was actually an aged, fractured, brown jawbone. He pulled at it and out of the ground popped a damaged skull.
A skull is made up of a few bones that are joined or fused together. When we are born our bones in our skull are not fused together and aren’t totally fused until we are teenagers. Bones are mostly made of collagen, which is a protein that looks like a flexible framework. Also in bone there is calcium phosphate and calcium carbonate that are minerals that add strength and harden the bone. This combination gives the bone strength and flexibility. Bones also are used for storage for calcium and about 99% of your calcium is in your bones and teeth.
In a far away land, there was a group of people that were stuck in a maze but there was an animal that had a head as big as bus. The animal was at the exit and it ate anyone that it saw.
One morning, all the people gathered and had a meeting. They decided they needed to get past this creature to get out of the maze. They started to make weapons. They slowly made their way to the beast, and cautiously they edged near the beast, weapons ready and pierced its leathery skin. Slowly it died, exposing its skull.
As he walked through the long corn fields, he stepped on something that was hard. He thought, what to do? Should I go see what it was? Nah, Maybe it was a stone…
The next day he took a stick, went the same way, there it was again, “What could it be?” he muttered, it wasn’t a stone it had holes in it and they were symmetrical. He went to pick it up but then he heard his mother calling him.
Nervously he picked it up…..it felt cold, moist and smooth. He looked at it……
It’s…it’s..a SKULL!
I was caught up, but why? What did they want? No-one knew. For hours I had been tied to this splintered chair, silence. As soon I thought it was silent, I was wrong. I felt the rope loosening and the next second later, they were forcing me to find ”it”. Blindfolded and ready to go, there was only one option: digging out of here. Stamping on the metal floor, I realised that it was useless. No shovel, no tools, nothing! WAIT! That must have been the ”it”. Right in the corner of my eye was something, skull-looking.I turned around to look in that corner, hoping it was there.
Nothing…
100 challenge prompt SKULLS
by Tom. D. Williams
Here’s a skull
who, before he lost his fleshy parts
and lower bones, once
walked beside a river
his head full of love
and loneliness; and this smaller skull,
in the sociology stacks, smiling
—it’s been empty
a hundred years.
That slot
across the temple? An ax blow
that fractured
her here.
Look at this one from the children’s shelves,
a baby, his fontanel
a screaming mouth and this time no teeth, no smile.
Here’s a few—a murderer,
and this one—see how close their eye sockets!—a thief,
and here’s a rack of torturers’ skulls
beneath which a longer row of the tortured,
and look: generals’ row,
their epaulets
The dark, black skull withered in the abandoned playground as the boy, shivering with fear, sat on the creaky merry-go-round
“Ring a ring a roses.”
“Who’s there?” the boy screamed
“A pocket full of posies”
“Who’s there?” He repeated in a quivering voice.
“Ah-tissue ah-tissue”
“Come out now. I’m warning you, I took judo when I was six and I can remember some of it!”
“We all fall down”
Suddenly he heard a thump on the ground, like somebody had fallen, he ran down to the squeaky swings were he thought he had heard the voice. Then he saw it…
As soon as I woke up, I checked my letter box and found a hastily written note. It said “Go to the Natural History Museum and see the wonders of the skull, the crystal skull!” I set out at 8 at night with my toolkit which contained my balaclava, crowbar and some lock picks. I hopped on the 134 bus, nobody seemed to notice my gun which I had hanging from my back pocket. I arrived, grabbed my gun and put on my trusty balaclava; I picked the complicated locks and rushed out of there, with an artefact of Eden!
Down in the deep, dank, dark dungeon,
Lived an old frail man, hugging his clothes.
‘Why did you put me here?’ the old man cried.
A skeletal figure loomed in the gloom.
Down in the deep, dank, dark dungeon,
A skeletal figure loomed in the gloom.
‘Come with me,’ he said.
‘Why?’ said the man, voice bouncing off the walls.
‘I can lead you out of here,’ said the ghost,
Stretching in the glum of the dank, dark cell,
A skull of bone!
Down in the deep, dank, dark dungeon,
Lived an old frail man, hugging his bones.
I was playing football on the beach when my friend kicked the ball by mistake into the gloomy entrance of a cave. We did rock, paper, scissors to see who would go to get it. Unfortunately, I lost. I slowly crept into the cave and side-stepped to the edge. I crouched down to search for the ball and saw it, round and shiny, like a glistening patch on an old man’s head. I quickly scampered towards it when lightning flashed. I stood still, as still as a statue. It wasn’t my football, it was the skull of doom.
We crawled along the deserted tunnel, it was cramped and awkward and people kept splashing in puddles of mud (which with every puddle kept getting deeper and soon we were all covered.) As the tunnel started to open out my heart almost stopped beating and not because of the waist-deep mud that we were now forced to wade through. No, it was the walls. Every wall and ledge, every crevice was covered in bones, either sunk into the rock, half fossilised with age or just sitting on a ledge, some were even stuck oddly into crevices and none of them were ordinary animals, all massive.
My first thought was small dinosaurs, but when I looked again I saw elephants, lions and even hyena bones and greatest of all was the skull, the massive skull.
The skull.
That’s what it was lying on the ground right in front of me. Just staring back at me contently. I ran. Out of the cave to my parents, of course being parents obviously they didn’t believe me. I tried to show them but it was gone. It had vanished. “Don’t play around.” my dad warned. As they went away the skull reappeared. Something was strange about this skull, then it hit me. It was human. Out of the shadows appeared someone with a knife. A cannibal! He looked at me, drool seeping from the side of his mouth.