April 3, 2024
photo prompt
100 word story
Inspired by the photo above, write something that will move us in exactly 100 words!
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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!
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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.
Winners for March announced later today. Be on the lookout...
4 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – April 3”
Dandelion Dreams
Whenever I was sad and wanted some small hope to heal my child’s heart, my mother would find me a dandelion to sit with. She would tell me that dandelions hang on, persevere, even when people don’t want them. She would then say every time you find one, sit still, hold it carefully in your hand, and think very hard upon what you want. That the angels would hear my wishes and make them come true. I should then give a big blow and watch each piece of dandelion float away to become new hope, for those who need it.
@emma_datson
A wish
Take it, make it, or break it. Just don’t lose it. That’s what she told me the night she left. Suitcase in hand, she never looked back. Didn’t see my small hand reaching out for hers the way it does now when I grasp for stars.
Alone in the dark, I watch their stellar moves; night streams billions of light years away from now. This means I won’t see them crash and burn, won’t need to know they too have disappeared.
And, as directed, I hold onto the promise that one day, one way or another, we will meet again.
@folkheartpress
Karen, I love this! “Didn’t see my small hand reaching out for hers, the way it does now when I grasp for stars.”
Just Stories
As children, Mabel and Rory would wish together on a single willow, scattering dreams into the summer sky, whisper in a language all their own. Mostly, I remember them laughing and splashing in the shallow water, daring each other into the deep, teasing each other with the old folk tales, the ones about the lost children who haunted the depths. But it was all just play. We all grew up hearing those stories, and that’s all they were, stories. Mabel and Rory were joyful kids, happy. None of us could have known what darkness lay ahead for them
@floweringink
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