100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Four)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

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100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Three)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

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100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Two)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

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100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part One)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

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Luka’s Stuck in A Dry Spell, Again. And Experimenting with Styles.

Luka’s Stuck in A Dry Spell, Again. And Experimenting with Styles.

Hey, y’all. Sorry I haven’t been posting anything in a while. My brain has been all over the place lately, and I was trying to get out of another dry spell of having no inspiration. I’ve been trying to get out of the habit of waiting for an idea to come to mind before I start writing, but it turns out that I can go days without anything coming to me (big surprise.) Part of me started thinking that since I write and post so many different short stories and ideas to the website, it quickly drains my pool of inspiration. On top of that, I tend to read some of my older stuff that’s up and get ideas to extend it or change something, but I figured people wouldn’t want to read the same thing over again, even if it has minor or major changes to it.

To help at least get me to my desk and write something on most days, I’ve been working on older ideas that I’ve started in one of the dozens of notebooks I own. And crazy enough, when I started hand-writing my stories again, I realized just how much more writing I can get one. When I noticed this, I took some time to think about myself, as a writer and content creator.

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Lost in History

T’was midnight when a lone Luka sat awake in the dark comforts of the bedroom, staring blankly at the computer monitor with a freshly opened word document. The cold breeze from the poorly installed air conditioner unit seeped into the room, sending unwanted chills up and down Luka’s spine. Shivering and legs bouncing from an unnerving anxiousness to try and produce some kind of work for the day, Luka endured the cold and went to Google, the starting point for a journey of ideas.

The search bar was empty, awaiting for some kind of input to put Luka down the right path. An empty head plagued Luka, nothing new coming to the front. In a random fit to look for inspiration, Luka’s fingers moved on their own across the blue-lit keyboard. These are the results…

I ended up looking up the Word of the Day for January 22nd, 2021 on Merriam-Webster again. After an hour and a half of writing, half of which was devoted to light research just to make sure something in this story was somehow accurate, this is what I came up with.

Today’s Word of the Day from Merriam-Webster is Sarcophagus.

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A King’s Fill

This was a spontaneous idea when I sat down to get some work done for the day. I was dry on ideas and I needed something to get me going. I decided to look up the word of the day for January 20th, 2021 using Merriam-Webster. It took me longer than I wanted to get it done (thanks to random distractions and constantly scrolling through YouTube) but I actually like what I got out of it. I think I may come back to it and expand on it.

If you guys like the story and would like to see more of it, let me me know in the comments. And if you would like to see more Word of the Day stories, let me about that as well.

Today’s Word of the Day from Merriam-Webster is Gulosity.


Sir Knight Reginald stood at his post in awkward silence, along with the rest of his castle guards. They all didn’t stare down the aisle of the throne room that lead up to the King and Queen’s thrones. Some looked up at the high archway ceiling that seemed to reach the sky, others darted their eyes as they watched one another. Nobody said a word, just standing there, listening to the lip-smacking and monstrous sounds coming from nearby.

“Another plate, peons!”

Sir Knight Reginald glanced to his left and saw the King waving around an empty plate. The King threw the plate, shattering it inches away from where Reginald stood. All along the carpet that traveled from the main door down to the thrones, shards and chunks of plates and dishes littered it, turning the red carpet in to a white spiked trap.

The throne room fell quiet for a moment. When the King didn’t receive another plate of food, he screamed again, “Where is my food? Bring me my plate!”

Seconds later a slim man walked in, cautiously carrying three plates along his arm.

“Right away, My Liege.”

The man increased his pace, hoping to avoid being scowled at. Keeping his eyes on the King the man failed to notice the path of broken plates, stepping on one and breaking his focus. He shrieked out as sharp pieces cut straight into the bottom of his foot, bringing him down. The carefully balanced food fell along with him, splattering all over the carpet. One of the guards rushed over and aided the man from the carpet, removing the piece of plate from his foot.

Sir Knight Reginald caught glimpse of the incident and ordered the guard, “Take him to the infirmary to get that wound cleaned and patched up.”

“Keep that man right where he is,” the King intervened.

Everybody watched the King as he rose up from throne and charged down the carpet, stepping on the plate shards without even a single wince. He pushed the guard aside and grabbed the man by his head, the palm of his hand completely gripping him. The man struggled and cried for his release as the King held him up.

“Bring me my food.”

“But My Liege, I’m injured. I can’t walk like this.”

The King brought the man closer, inches away as he stared at him, “Bring. Me. Food.”

With one powerful throw, the King flung the man out of the throne room, and went back to his throne.

The Queen reached over and placed her hand on the King’s lap, watching him with sorrowful eyes, “Your actions concern me. Your anger is growing more and more with each passing day.”

100 Word Story – Babysitting (Finale)

Don’t we all just love children? Aren’t they just the greatest bundle of joy, bringing happiness everywhere they go with their laughter and bubbly attitudes? Geez, aren’t they just… some of the most annoying things on the planet?

All they do is make loud noise, screaming at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, running around the house in a mad dash chasing something that they made up? I mean, who the hell can have so much fun running after something that doesn’t exist?

They only thing that makes babysitting a kid doable is giving me enough cash to put up with it, and even then it needs to be a nice amount.

Kids suck.

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100 Word Story – Babysitting (Part Six)

Don’t we all just love children? Aren’t they just the greatest bundle of joy, bringing happiness everywhere they go with their laughter and bubbly attitudes? Geez, aren’t they just… some of the most annoying things on the planet?

All they do is make loud noise, screaming at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, running around the house in a mad dash chasing something that they made up? I mean, who the hell can have so much fun running after something that doesn’t exist?

They only thing that makes babysitting a kid doable is giving me enough cash to put up with it, and even then it needs to be a nice amount.

Kids suck.

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100 Word Story – Babysitting (Part Five)

Don’t we all just love children? Aren’t they just the greatest bundle of joy, bringing happiness everywhere they go with their laughter and bubbly attitudes? Geez, aren’t they just… some of the most annoying things on the planet?

All they do is make loud noise, screaming at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, running around the house in a mad dash chasing something that they made up? I mean, who the hell can have so much fun running after something that doesn’t exist?

They only thing that makes babysitting a kid doable is giving me enough cash to put up with it, and even then it needs to be a nice amount.

Kids suck.

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100 Word Story – Babysitting (Part Four)

Don’t we all just love children? Aren’t they just the greatest bundle of joy, bringing happiness everywhere they go with their laughter and bubbly attitudes? Geez, aren’t they just… some of the most annoying things on the planet?

All they do is make loud noise, screaming at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, running around the house in a mad dash chasing something that they made up? I mean, who the hell can have so much fun running after something that doesn’t exist?

They only thing that makes babysitting a kid doable is giving me enough cash to put up with it, and even then it needs to be a nice amount.

Kids suck.

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100 Word Story – Babysitting (Part Three)

Don’t we all just love children? Aren’t they just the greatest bundle of joy, bringing happiness everywhere they go with their laughter and bubbly attitudes? Geez, aren’t they just… some of the most annoying things on the planet?

All they do is make loud noise, screaming at the top of their lungs for no apparent reason, running around the house in a mad dash chasing something that they made up? I mean, who the hell can have so much fun running after something that doesn’t exist?

They only thing that makes babysitting a kid doable is giving me enough cash to put up with it, and even then it needs to be a nice amount.

Kids suck.

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