#100WW - May 7, 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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3 thoughts on “#100WW – May 7, 2025”
Sensitive Antennae
“Can you say something nice about each other?”
“Your spire is impressive.”
Tower, your turn.
“You’re sleek? If you like hot and noisy.”
“That started nice. Server, respond?”
“I can see where a glorified lightning rod would be jealous of indoor accommodations.”
“Jealous? I’ve still ‘serve’ more than you!”
“Analog TV? Yeah. Grandmas and serial killers. I guess you come in handy if someone needs to park their blimp.”
“Coming from an exhaust fan sitting in a closet with a bunch of roommates.”
“Dude, you are basically a restaurant at this point.”
“Ok let’s leave it there for this week.”
we pierce the sky
with glass and steel
and wonder why
we do not feel like victors
over earth and sky and sea and dust
why must we cry
when clouds we pierce
with spears of conquest
thunder fiercely at our quest
to make creation groan and sad winds gust
no friends of God
are we to Him
who bleeds by our
unearthly whims to conquer rest,
to stir deep discontent inside our clouded hearts
and I say we
but I mean me
myself, my will
the dust of my self-art’s attempt,
tempted to tell Him to kill His clouds
Goes Both Ways
“Look at that tower, mate!” James stopped me and pointed. “I worked during its construction.”
“Good on ya, Jamie.” I smiled. “It’s a bloody tall one, now isn’t it?”
“Yeah, makes me proud.”
“You should be. Hey, meant to ask, how the hell do they lay the foundation for these things? I mean something that high needs to be solid as, right?”
“Absolutely. We dug almost to the bloody rock.”
I turned to a shopping complex and asked. “And that one?”
“It can vary but the higher they rise, the lower we must go.”
“Like the rich and poor, eh?”