#100WW - Sept 10, 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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when
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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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Life slips…
I sat on the blanket I placed on the sand. I inhaled the scent of marine life. I watched the flight of Seagulls as if freedom is their signature. My fingers in the sand grabbed the grains to let them slip through my hands. This reminded me of how a drop of water falling on my hand disappears. The water disappears just like life can disappear as if it never existed. A life is here one day and gone another. Just like that. Life slips. Life goes on. Isn’t that an empty feeling? How do we find comfort in that?
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Those Childhood Days!
To soften the hurt, having pulled out the ice-cube tray, I whipped off and placed an ice-cube on my left palm. Next, I brought the heavy lock down on it with my right hand.
I wasn’t exactly prepared for what enfolded next! Myriads of sparkling, tiny ice-pieces sprinkled all around while the largest chunk stayed put in my palm!
Momentarily, I could visualise that little boy with a straw in his mouth blowing away the bubbles from the bowl!
“What do ye think ye’re doing, stupid?”
“Cooling and beautifying the world.” I’d replied haughtily like the child that I was!
The end
I sat on the blanket I placed on the sand. I inhaled the scent of marine life. I watched the flight of Seagulls as if freedom is their signature. My fingers in the sand grabbed the grains to let them slip through my hands. This reminded me of how a drop of water falling on my hand disappears. The water disappears just like life can disappear as if it never existed. A life is here one day and gone another. Just like that. Life slips. Life goes on. Isn’t that an empty feeling? How do you find comfort in that?
#100ww, #comelaydownink, @tdare377
You
Just like that, you puddled today in the palm of my hand. I could not stop you from pooling. Could not make a cup or a fist fast enough to catch you as you beaded skyward, You, in droplets in every direction. Some catching rays of late summer light, summer-gold. Others disappearing into the dry mouths of hungry sparrows. The one’s you watched from the porch, insisting we keep them well-fed.
And so you have.
Seated in your wooden chair, I will keep my hand open until every last drop of you finds a new home somewhere in thin air.
Rain Dance
Tyler danced with jubilant abandon. Finally feeling free. His head thrown back in joyful celebration. Of himself. Just as he was. No more scrolling through endless self improvements and cures. No more appointments and prescriptions. No more avoidance and isolation, hands in pockets. He held skyward his sodden palms. Dripping.
On a day as dry as a Tempe noon. Cloudless. The doctors had a name for it. The excessive sweating. But Tyler didn’t care. He was over it.
Hi, I’m Tyler, nice to meet you. Let’s shake.
You can wipe your hands on your own damn pants when we’re done.
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