#100WW - Dec 4, 2024
photo prompt
100 word story
Write something that moves us in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo above!
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Rules Are Simple
- Precisely 100 words (title excluded)
- Give it a Title
- Submit Story in Comment Box
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- One entry (per person) per week
when
New prompts appear each Wednesday on the blog at 12 am EDT.
where
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why
Foster connections and healthy habits of creativity.
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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2 thoughts on “#100WW – Dec 4, 2024”
Cold
It’s true, Mabel had a melancholy streak. She would go through periods of darkness, months without speaking to anyone but Rory. It was like a switch flipped in the girl’s brain and all the songs turned to silence. Her eyes seemed to go all dark, and her heart turned cold. Their mother was prone to those dark spells too. Rumours tell that she walked down to the lake when the twins were babies and never came home. It explains Mabel’s obsession with the lake, why most nights you could find her there, on the bank, tears rolling down her cheeks.
shadesofgreen@bluesky
[Bad Hair Day]
We had rituals, Nat and I. Like who calls out ‘I love you’ first, every morning. Like doing thoughtful gestures during the day. These were not to upstage the other and rarely led to a fight. But when they did, we refined the ritual to mitigate friction. Our favourite was how clean one leaves the bathroom after a shower. Earlier this evening, I came home and went straight for a shower. The bathroom was clean as… or was it? A clump of blond hair shone in a corner although neither of us was blond. There was no mitigation this time.