#100WW - May 27, 2026
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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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Three Sides
I took Rebecca’s rabbit’s foot sitting inside her dollhouse. Slid it into my pocket. She was fighting with her sister so no one saw.
I couldn’t be pretty like Rebecca so I stole it to take a piece of her. Then I took Rebecca’s side, yelling back at her sister who barred me from their house forever.
I cried to my parents who barred me from Rebecca.
I watched her from across the street, wondering if she hated me. I didn’t know how to tell her I was sorry. For the rabbit’s foot. For my parents, locking away our friendship.
Testament
The bridge’s weathered chain-link fence holds their secret. Two padlocks, two metals. The first brassy, blonde, now green and pitted; the other its steely companion, rusting, each dulled by the passing seasons.
Intertwined, they cling together like desperate lovers, evidence of a silent promise, whispered hope, one long eroded by wind and rain.
Both carry a message, brief and roughly engraved over their surfaces. One reads ‘Now’, the second, ‘Forever’.
While the words are barely legible, an enduring grip remains, a symbol of two hearts locked to a shared future, unmoved by the elements that decay even the strongest bonds.
Locked Away
For a few reckless months, the raven-haired beauty was my obsession. The passion overruled everything.
But I was married.
It was a secret that could not last. For twenty years, the affair has been locked away in memory – recalled, embellished, but never entirely forgotten.
Then the phone rang.
The voice sounded like hers. The memories flooded back. She wants to meet. She said she thinks I’m her biological father.
One of my children must have uploaded a DNA test. On the internet, nothing is hidden.
Technology and a simple saliva sample, and the truth can no longer remain locked away.