#100WW - Dec 17, 2025
photo prompt
100 word story
Write something that moves us in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo above!
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- Precisely 100 words (title excluded)
- Give it a Title
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100 Word Wednesday
Write something that moves us, and tell an entire story with only 100 words. Most importantly, share a story that begs to be read and reread!
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THE LOGGER
He shuffles in the midnight sun, arm pressed close like he can stop his dark dripping, his cherry-cordial spotting on the snow. Lost, he listens hard: there’s no crash of felling trees, no cries of yelling men. Just the lament of lonely wolves, creatures that crowded like medics, that left him dripping, dripping. Just the trucker tearing her way downhill, just the logger crunching ‘cross the distance with the strength he has left. Just an empty road she tears straight through as he shatters into snowflake shards, bright as weeks of sun, cold as revenge in a gray wolf’s gaze.
AMAXOPHOBIA
The nameless, ever-winding road in the heart of Lion’s Paw, Ohio didn’t have a trace of the blizzard that had seized the area over the weekend. Still, forty-two-year-old Harrison Cole gripped the steering wheel of his Chevy Sonic as if the snowstorm was ongoing.
“It’s just your fear of driving,” Harrison said aloud.
As his vehicle smoothly slid through the road, Harrison braced himself for a deer to run out in front of him or a zombie or a madman to come for him out of the surrounding woods. Nothing happened.
When he breathed a sigh of relief, it happened.