#100WW - Feb 26, 2025
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100 word story
Write something that moves us in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo above!
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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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Unforgotten Summer
I’ll never forget the summer the carnival came to town. Peggy and Prudence McCarthy, and Molly Hastings little boy, Luke, were all playing down by the lake while practically the whole town was up at the attraction, noisy and boisterous and partaking in more spirits than usual, if you know what I mean. Night came and the rides creaked to a stop and those three kids were nowhere to be found. I remember the voices ringing out in the darkness, calling their names, getting more urgent with the sunrise. They were the first to disappear, but certainly not the last.
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Capsule
You refused the Ferris wheel twice that day. I first asked you while hiding bits of pink popcorn under my tongue.
“I’m fine.”
I offered to pay extra for the shorter waiting line.
“I’m good.”
What teen turns down a free seat in the sky? I didn’t know that you were nauseous. Both of us had half of the same corndog cooling in our stomachs. You didn’t say that you already had a blister bubbling on your heel. I let you walk ahead, squinting at the delicate rims of your body as it lifted secret news into the future.
Ship Of Fools
We’ve come a long way down. All of us. Pap always claimed Viking blood. Sailors all. Warriors. Down through Nelson at Trafalgar. To HMS Anson in The Big One. Now I shuttle vapid day gawkers across a docile river to ride in circles and shop for garbage. To wander a once-grand edifice. She once housed the gears of power, now a smorgasbord of cheap thrills and inanities. Maybe it’s no real change. From governance to sideshow. Still spin you on a futile loop. Still distract you with flash. Still take your hard earned money and give you fuck-all in exchange.
What Goes Around
“I don’t want to drag this any longer.” She pleaded.
We were at the amusement park to have a final talk before we signed. It was where we first met, and fell in love.
“I know,” I added softly. “Do you remember our first date? There, on the wheel?”
“Yes, I had lost count of how many times we went for a ride on it.”
“Me too. Up and down, up and down. It always came back to where it started, didn’t it?”
“True but… it also means it goes nowhere–”
I signed the paper before she finished her sentence.