It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen
Worse than that, people were dressed up
They thought it was Halloween
Everything was mixed up, including drinks being served
As the party was tilting toward midnight already gone
The dance floor had a strange curve
Suddenly the room was swirling
An imbalance had occurred
Hair that was long and straight undeniably was curly
What had happened in that lost hour
The one that had disappeared
Did someone rev up the Universe's Power
Everyone was giddy, no one knew their pet poodles
Suddenly a food craving came upon them for pasta
Bring something quick then. it does not necessarily have to be noodles!"
You're writing a very very short story. I'm helping, out of the goodness of my heart, by providing you the first and last lines.
Here is your FIRST line, courtesy of George Orwell in 1984:
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."
Here is your LAST line, courtesy of Richard Federman in Double or Nothing:
"Then it does not necessarily have to be noodles!"
Those two lines are not part of your 100 words. Get to work!