March 13, 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!
#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.
4 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – March 13”
Up to our knees
Knowing better, we ignored the signs. All of them. When the rain of greed came and wouldn’t stop no matter what, we paid little attention to what that meant for us, and for all lives rooted firmly, we thought, in the soil of home. The safest place to be, right?
Not so fast
the answer, itself a dam that could not hold back anymore, said. Underwater, our wanting more and more and more flooded the fields. In them, we clung, mouths open, to the trunks of trees that sipped air through straw-limbs. And we prayed for the mercy of drought.
Beautiful images and love the intensity in the last section!
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When we found her little rowboat empty, we immediately started searching, of course we did. We rowed along the vast surface of the lake, so quiet, except for our voices calling out her name, fear creeping up our necks like midnight vines. Mabel, can you hear me? It’s time to come home now. The dread slipped into my bones like the coldest day of winter, even though the sun sat heavy in the sky. I peered into the murky depths of the lake. Was she lost, somewhere beneath the surface, tangled in the roots? Had she struggled to break free?
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Wow! Heartbreaking 😢
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