Exit this survey 100 Character Micro Challenge // Finals: oxygen Question Title * 1. Choose your favorite stories below (choose as many as you like): It was no laughing matter when nitrogen came in between the happy oxygen couple – oh yes it was. // by Daniella Bagdadi “When I was your age, oxygen only cost a nickel,” Grandpa said. “But gas has always been expensive.” // by Amanda Yam Pressure. Can’t breath. Passing out. Need oxygen. Bright light. I’m awake. Cat’s on my chest. Again. // by Tom Peterson A laser that turns oxygen into diamonds?! It sounds impossible, but it was the end of everything. // by Jennifer Heller Oxygen and his two hydrogens had nothing in common, but to make the family work they’d have to bond. // by Nick Vujovic Oxygen polluted with our scorched failure, blackened spit. A meal nine months in the making. Burned. // by Matt Flickinger I don't care if there isn't any oxygen out there. You can't tell me where I can go. That's racist. // by David Shute Hydrogen and like friend seek available open-minded oxygen for wet time. No weirdos. // by Justin Cranford Like oxygen to a lung, an idea penetrated my mind, traversed my arms, and energized my keyboard. // by Shawn Hansen Silver dollars clank into the tray of the slot machine. “Finally, I can buy that new oxygen tank!” // by Cynthia Delashmutt “I’m leaving you. You’re old news.” “That’s an oxygen,” he mocks. “You mean Oxymoron. Moron.” // by Christine Bartsch She touched the side of the bed where Dad used to be. All at once, the world had too little oxygen. // by Owen Javellana When my oxygen tank was empty, I knew that what I’d feared all along was true: I was not human. // by Icarus Graeme The Last Theorem: (-resources)(people^people)(∞consumption) = ø oxygen // by SaraBeth Swain replacing the oxygen canisters with a nitrous mix always led to an amusing day at the senior center. // by Vera Beaton She smashed her bare heel into her roommates face, relishing chocolate milk and oxygen now unshared. // by Agatha Renee Rigdon Too late, I figured out the oxygen gauge symbols. My last thought? Symbol for "empty" not intuitive. // by Joe Sweeney Billy’s favorite element is oxygen because sixteen is his favorite number. He is an irrelevant boy. // by Kara Frantzich The foul smell drained the oxygen from the room, but she couldn't reprimand her grandma for farting. // by Diane Rusignola We danced slow circles. Those days when the oxygen was thick and you still thought I was beautiful. // by Carrie L. Briggs “I’ll sink wearing something this heavy,” said the diver discarding his oxygen tank. “Safety first.” // by Josh Keen Turns out polluters do go to Hell. Is it one oxygen, two hydrogen? I keep dropping the tweezers. // by Chris Bridges Six eyes, a barrel of oil, and no need for the polluted oxygen that filled the air. Robots rule. // by Bill Bibo The boy cried as he watched the fish drown in too much oxygen. It was the first time he saw death. // by Erin Gulyas Uncle Leo’s oxygen tank got mixed up with the clown’s balloon helium tank. Happy Birthday, Billy. // by Brice Maiurro Done