April 24, 2024
photo prompt
100 word story
Inspired by the photo above, write something that will move us in exactly 100 words!
Also, if you have an X (Twitter) handle, include it below your submission. First-time comments will be held for moderation. Once approved, they will be posted automatically.
Rules Are Simple
- Exactly 100 words (title excluded)
- Give it a Title
- Submit in Comment Box
- One entry (per person) per week
when
A new prompt will appear each Wednesday on the blog at 12 am EDT.
where
Post your entries in the comment box of the current week's prompt.
why
Fostering connections and healthy habits of creativity.
100 Word Wednesday
Write something that will move us! Tell an entire story with only 100 words. Share a story that begs to be read and reread!
#100WW Use the hashtags and share on social! #comelaydownink
We nominate for awards, including Best of The Net.
Alternatively, we also have a New Submission Form for 100-Word Stories. These submissions will all be considered for publication online and in our print mag.
You can submit only one story per month via the form. However, you can participate weekly here on our blog in addition to one monthly submission.
On the first Wednesday of each month, we will publish 2 selected 100 Word Stories (1 from submissions and 1 entry from the 100 Word Wednesday weekly prompt here on the blog.)
Read other entries and comment. This will be a positive forum for feedback.
5 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – April 24”
The Window
“It’s cold in here,” I said, questioning the chill marking my face.
“We have left that open for–I think it was–5 years. Yes, that’s how long she’s been gone for.” Alyson said, her face slumping into a frown. She walked toward the window and paused,
“This was her favorite place to stand–come here–”
I walked towards it, the spring air full of pine and flowers. This is a game we play:
I talk with her and she pretends that I am not her daughter.
Between Worlds
We all grew up hearing crazy tales about the lake, warnings to keep kids from swimming out too far. Mabel and Rory’s grandfather used to say the lake is a window between worlds, a portal to a land untouched by violence or greed. A magical place that only the pure of heart get to see. Others say it’s a doorway to a sinister place, where the screams never stop and the sun blares down like an angry hot coal from the sky. I hope Mabel and Rory’s Grandfather was right. You see, Mabel and Rory weren’t the first to disappear.
@floweringink
Ominous and intriguing!
The Editing Process
Failing eyesight and imagination sit beside me, while I read, in the first light of a warm summer’s day. Jazz competes with birdsong. The muted glow through a dusty pane splashes across the bed: a rumpled case of insomnia.
Stranger morning.
Each word the eyes stroke into existence squirms. Raises its head. Grows wings. Takes off from its ink-cage. Zaps around the room. I cannot but chase them; after all, they are mine … I think.
Some are easy catches and I press those into the paper but they’ve gone limp, probably dead, from this gentle violence.
I continue the massacre.
@firdausp
This is Incredibly Beautiful!!!!!
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