March 27, 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.
5 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – March 27”
Something About the Lake
When they were about 19, the twins left home for the city. I’m pretty sure it was Rory’s idea, but Mabel was always keen to follow along. They lived above a Chinese restaurant, ate cheap noodles, wore the scent of kung pao chicken and apprehension on their handmade clothes. They sent a postcard once a week, with pictures of shiny glass buildings and busy streets all lit up at night, but they never did tell much. They seemed happy, I suppose, but we all knew they wouldn’t stay away long. There’s just something about the lake that calls people home.
@floweringink
LOVE THIS: wore the scent of kung pao chicken
Sunrise
The morning light hasn’t made its way over tall buildings to reach into this alley, a thin walkway of shops, still sleeping in the darkness, dreaming of the vendor heaven’s god who will rain profit down upon them before noon.
The ca-ching of purchases all day long will be heard in the buzz of overhead wires warming up to take orders near and far for fresh fish and melons in handcarts that will soon rattle into this side street, a shortcut for children racing to beat the classroom bell’s ring and a pitstop for cats, tired from nightly prowls.
@folkheartpress
This is so lovely! I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see and read you here, Karen!!! xx
thank you my friend!
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