#100WW - Nov 12, 2025
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
- Include your X (Twitter) handle
- 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 – Nov 12, 2025”
The Miraculous Escape
I craned my head outside. My whole body ached. I’d been hiding from the henchmen for hours! Once I climbed up to the top, I realised that extreme fear for my life had driven me to plunge into a sea of tires. Millions of tires all over in rows and columns!
My pursuers, having searched for me everywhere but at the right place, finally gave up.
When I hit the road, I looked up at the pristine sky overhead in gratitude.
I’s lucky to be alive.
A gorgeous day was waiting for me to celebrate my grit, courage and victory.
The end
Tired Old Tyres
See: The black hill — a scrap heap of oversized, charcoal coloured Cheerios, well-worn, no longer legal, waiting to be repurposed into something new. Perhaps flip-flops, retaining walls, shredded for playground matting or fuel, maybe even part of the construction of fresh roads for pristine wheels.
Until their second life, the pile remains as an unsightly and problematic legacy of our highly mobile culture, miles and miles of rubber hitting the road, treads well-trodden, places visited, and commutes endured.
Do they remember where they’ve been, journeys they’ve taken, how many revolutions they’ve rolled?
Will their last revolution be green and climate-friendly?
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