July 17, 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.
4 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – July 17”
I don’t call Him anymore. Not often. I have to trudge up those stairs, dust off the receiver and remember how the hell you dial on these things.
Even the image of that phone is bittersweet, imbuing me with a sense of guilt I thought I’d discarded long ago.
You see, God and I have many unspoken words between us. We’re like old friends who don’t know how to talk to each other anymore. So I shoved Him upstairs along with all my other forgotten things. The phone still rings from time to time. Perhaps at some point I’ll answer.
Here comes the news
As a kid, answering phone calls was my secret hobby when my parents weren’t around. I’d practice my communication skills, meeting different personalities with each call.
One night, the telephone rang, jolting me awake. I picked up and said, “Hello?” It was my mother who answered, her voice trembling with unexpected news. “Your dear grandmother… she is gone.”
I broke down and dropped the telephone. Silence surrounded the room. The device that once connected me to the world is now a source of loss. Each call had been a lesson, but none had prepared me for this final, unanswerable one.
@poesiacorner
In the attic
Collecting dust, as memories do, there are dial tones left incomplete, rings that were never answered. Because … well, I still wonder why you didn’t call me when you could. Just the sound of your voice on the other end might have been enough.
Of course that’s not true. When was there ever enough of you to go around? Cut up like a pie into very thin slices, you could feed only so many of us. Each worthy of at least one unforgettable bite, right?
I push cobwebs aside to dial your number again. This time only a busy signal.
@folkheartpress
I love this, Karen!!!
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