#100WW - Oct 22, 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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- 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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3 thoughts on “#100WW – Oct 22, 2025”
Autobiography of The Blackened Home
I stand all alone on the forest-edge now…
I can still recall those days of laughter when the couple, excited, stepped in first.
“Look Love, our dream-home, finally! We’ll live here eternally..”
The first year of their staying together was so much fun, till Dip, Dona’s distant cousin, turned up.
Later, when Dona conceived some nine months after his departure, Suspicion raised its ugly head.
Then followed the unthinkable.
I’s helpless as Dona got rid of Ron crazily with poison before leaving the kitchen gas on….!
I got all blackened that day with the back of my head blown off.
The end
Penance for Passive Neglect
We drive past the house every day. Boyfriend often comments on its decline as if it matters to him. The front door’s gradual rejection of the once-white paint, groaning gutters yielding to age, roof suffocated by stealthy spreading of moss. I could tell him that not every cracked window resulted from passive neglect; that in the back room, mould infects fibres of a dusky velvet sofa; and behind, hides a tatty ragdoll with orange woollen plaits. I could show him all of this and more. But what’s the point? The house will never save itself. It couldn’t even save me.
@TeresaRenton
THE NEW RESIDENTS IN THE ABANDONED HOME IN EVERYTOWN, U.S.A.
The abandoned home would pick itself up, rundown structure, ghosts, and all, and move to a new town every season.
During its time in any given place, it would attract those who appeared to be equally forgotten and unloved.
Compelled to live in the home, these individuals immediately felt one with the place. Then, they would be welcomed permanently into the ethereal world inside and beyond its walls.
This was an empathetic act, for these “New Residents” found kinship with the other ghosts in the home.
This is until the home collapsed and everyone was forced to find shelter anew.
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