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#100WW - Oct 9, 2024

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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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New prompts appear each Wednesday on the blog at 12 am EDT.

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Post your entries in the comment box of the current week's prompt.

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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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We nominate for awards, including Best of The Net. All submissions are considered for publication online and in our print mag.

Alternatively, we also have a New Submission Form for 100 Word Stories. With this in mind, submit only one story per month via the form. However, we encourage you to participate weekly on our blog in addition to one monthly submission.

On the first Wednesday of each month, we publish 2 selected 100 Word Stories (1 from submissions and 1 entry from the 100 Word Wednesday weekly prompts on the blog.)

Read other entries and comment on others. Lastly, this is a positive forum for feedback!

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2 thoughts on “#100WW – Oct 9, 2024”

  1. Sweating

    I knew we were past our expiration date, but he didn’t, and my only-seventeen body was flooded with hormones, those pregnant-lady ones draining out, new it’s-done ones kicking in. Let me out of here! my cells chorused, but I didn’t know how to give them a voice. I had learned to clench fists, clench self, wait till it’s over, so I sat there sweating, drinking the water, and endured his hugs, little kisses, hand squeezes, arm rubs, whispers that used to be endearing, when all I wanted was to get to the bus station, buy a one-way ticket, and go.

    @CynBernard53

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  2. A Late Lunch

    “I think that’s my water,” she said as he raised the glass to his lips.

    “I’m sorry,” he replied. “It was hard to determine.”

    “You could have asked me.”

    “You’re right. I apologize.”

    He set the glass down and she reached for it. He studied her face and the shape of her neck as she took a drink. A drop of condensation fell onto her lap.

    “I only have thirty minutes, Cam.”

    “This should take half that,” he said.

    He pulled an envelope out of his bag and placed it on the table.

    “What is that,” she asked.

    “Divorce papers.”

    @sarahrosemcnamara

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