June 5, 2024
photo prompt
100 word story
Inspired by the photo above, write something that will move us in exactly 100 words!
Also, if you have an X (Twitter) handle, include it below your submission. First-time comments will be held for moderation. Once approved, they will be posted automatically.
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.
Winners for May announced later today. Be on the lookout...
6 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – June 5”
Thin apple tree limbs vined together square the view of what’s inside this dollhouse dream; the one I have nightly. I, a giant in this shadowy vision, have to bend over to look into the main room, filled with leafy green plants and hand painted wall scrolls of bonsai. A small man, head on the table, sleeps facing me. I call out for him to wake-up, ask if he knows why we are sharing this scene. A chilled silence stretches between us. Then I see his eyes move behind closed eyelids and I shiver. Perhaps he is dreaming of me.
@folkheartpress
Nicely eerie
Peekaboo
My dog died then Kitty. The grocery guy died. The postman’s missing, maybe he’s dead too. My best friend died. Death follows me. I started off wrong, looked it in the eyes.
It’s been decades, I was seven, tall enough to grip the bars on the window, haul myself up to peek into the old man’s house opposite mine.
He eats dogs, my friend whispered.
In the darkened room a body lay sprawled on the floor beside a bed. As my eyes accustomed to the darkness I saw his widened ones. So empty, I could’ve fallen into them and disappeared.
when we’re 7 we believe all kinds of things our friends tell us. But a scary thing to see. Good story
https://georgeplace2.wordpress.com/2024/06/05/view-from-a-mirror/
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