100 words for kyleBreaking News: A mob of penguins took to the streets today in protest against "oppressive forces."They congregated around the Redmond Building, and then proceeded to crack every window in the building, by throwing exceptions, or hacking with their beaks.Their spokes-bird, Tux Gentoo, said, "Closed architectures, such as this Redmond Building, slow down progress in the free civilisations! We will never stop in our pursuit to force windows open! We refuse to pay the Windows Tax any longer!"Lawyers soon arrived on the scene, and began to cite patent infringements, at which point the flightless birds waddled off peacefully.
100 words for jenWe must always honour The Family.Strong ties have been forged between The Family, and The Sisterly and The Family-by-Marriage. Strong ties that cannot be broken by mere puddles known as "oceans," and puny pebbles known as "continents."Though The Family has long hair and is of feminine persuasion, she should not be underestimated. She tugs upon the puppet-strings of the new media behemoths. She can hold your secrets to ransom with the power of push-button publishing.The Family has made us an offer we cannot refuse.She will go to Edinburgh, Scotland.We will stay in South Africa.Capisce?
Seeking in the DesertThe wind gusts intermittently, lifting up mists of sand which swirl about Gustav's legs – occasionally the sand wafts higher, stinging his cheeks. Gustav doesn't mind though. The sand that gets into his eyes, causing them to burn and water confirms that his bodily functions still operate. Nothing else does. All that Gustav is certain of is his mind. It still runs along the shore, searching for inspiration in the sand.Gustav and the stool he sits upon are the only elements that break the monotony of the dunes. Not even a shadow disturbs the dusty-white-brown surface. The heat of the sun overhead beams down.UV-A and UV-B slow-roast Gustav's exposed skin. In time it will redden, blister, puss, split and peel. Gustav will be reborn in this ritual of pain and itching.He contemplates whether he must wait for this rebirth to receive his inspiration. The blank shifting sands give him none. Neither does the bright sky, unspeckled by white fluff.Gustav stares up at the sun for a time in the