April 10, 2024
photo prompt
100 word story
Inspired by the photo above, write something that will move us in exactly 100 words!
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Rules Are Simple
- Exactly 100 words (title excluded)
- Give it a Title
- Submit in Comment Box
- One entry (per person) per week
when
A new prompt will appear each Wednesday on the blog at 12 am EDT.
where
Post your entries in the comment box of the current week's prompt.
why
Fostering connections and healthy habits of creativity.
100 Word Wednesday
Write something that will move us! Tell an entire story with only 100 words. Share a story that begs to be read and reread!
#100WW Use the hashtags and share on social! #comelaydownink
We nominate for awards, including Best of The Net.
Alternatively, we also have a New Submission Form for 100-Word Stories. These submissions will all be considered for publication online and in our print mag.
You can submit only one story per month via the form. However, you can participate weekly here on our blog in addition to one monthly submission.
On the first Wednesday of each month, we will publish 2 selected 100 Word Stories (1 from submissions and 1 entry from the 100 Word Wednesday weekly prompt here on the blog.)
Read other entries and comment. This will be a positive forum for feedback.
3 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – April 10”
Broken Eggs
I am not sure if have any of them of left and even if I did, they would be broken. You see, my body has started to wind down, or perimenopause. My ovaries are no longer producing eggs, in fact I haven’t bled since August. But you see this perimenopause is a sinuous, tortuous path, I might get another period again, next month or for years still to come. Or I might not. I can’t sleep. Hot flushes. And my brain is so often filled with fog that sometimes I think I am losing it. How I long for eggs.
Every word of this resonates. I believe more needs to be written about menopause and how much it affects women’s daily lives, sometimes every minute of the day. Thank you for writing this.
Strange Things
There were a lot of strange things about Rory’s disappearance. You may be wondering why I don’t call it his death, but like I told you, there was no body. His car was wrapped around that old oak tree, the one that seems to rise right out of the centre of the lake like a Siren. No idea how it got there. His shiny green ford hugged that craggy old tree as if it were made of tinfoil, but the windows were intact, and the interior undisturbed. It was like an egg that had been emptied out but never cracked.
@floweringink
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