March 6, 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 6”
Someone left a rowboat
It’s tied to the dock. Was that you?
Had there been another way, I might have taken it, might have lifted myself off the sun-warmed towel to see if you really were on the other side of this lake. On a promise, I reminded myself, that you’d be on that shore waiting for me, the way I’d always wanted you to be.
I never told you that I’m afraid of drowning, of gulping in so much water, swallowing so much of your wild scent that I couldn’t breathe.
Just how badly did I want to find my way to you?
@folkheartpress
Lovely!
The Boat
The boat remained anchored, aimed towards the distant, hilly shoreline.
It rested on calm waters, or was violently tossed during storms. There were those on land who thought to themselves that one day, they will swim out to that boat, pull up the anchor, and row around the lake, but then it wouldn’t happen.
Once, someone came towards it in a canoe, digging their oar deep in the water and pushing away in a manner that seemed harder than necessary, and as they came up to the boat, they dropped into it a bouquet of delicate wildflowers, before rowing away.
I love the mystery of this! Wonderful!
Gone
All they found was her boat, a little rowboat she inherited from her brother the year he died in that horrible car crash. She never spoke much after that, just rowed that boat out into the middle of the lake and sat for hours staring at the water. She often spent the night out there, so we didn’t worry when she wasn’t in her bed this morning, but then breakfast was on and still no sign of her, so we rowed out to fetch her. There was only the boat, creaking on the dark water. She was gone. Just gone
@floweringink
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