From the 100 Word Stories site…the story I posted. I’m not sure just how active the site is, but, nonetheless….
“I swear to the Gods of Rock”, Dillon hissed under his ragged breath, “…if I ever get out of this one, I’m done.” The words kept repeating themselves in the veteran music idol’s head like a mantra.
Another blast of highly concentrated ion particles, strangely shaped like musical notes blasted a hole in the steel table that Dillon had upturned for cover, just on his left. Taking a deep breath, the Virtuoso Vigilante slung his 1968 Fender Stratocaster ( blessed by Hendrix himself, mind you) around…aimed…and strummed hard.
It’s a long way to the top, if ya wanna rock and roll.
Nothing groundbreaking, of course, but sort of fun and took me all of about five minutes to come up with…