#100WW - July 23, 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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A Saga For The Sane!
We’re talking about cows. Bigmouth caught me off guard by stating that you’d find them always moving in pairs unlike in the city! A lone cow straying, others sitting together, you would never see!
That led to a wild bet between us. All I’d to do was click the picture of a lone cow in a herd.
I spent my entire life trying to click such a pic, without success!
When I confessed about the improbability of such a sight, he bragged he’d taken one such pic yesterday and sent it to someone for a Contest or something like that!
The boy had walked for days when he reached the river, its waters brown and turbid.
His knapsack’s strap dug into his scapula. He readjusted his precious cargo, searching for a way to cross. Mother said he must deliver the “shui niu jiao”—water buffalo horn—within three days, otherwise its medicinal properties would dissipate.
His thin-soled shoes squelched in the moist mud. He could feel his callouses bleed anew.
The boy stopped moving, heart caught in his throat. A large “shui niu” blocked his path, and it stared at the boy.
He wished his older, stronger brother were still with him.
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