Aug 28, 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!
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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.
2 thoughts on “100 Word Wednesday – Aug 28”
A Victim of Greed
Irina shuffled through the filthy streets littered with tattered adverts, searching the ground for anything edible. She had stayed with her mother’s body until self-preservation had made her leave whispering “Я люблю тебя, мама” onto her mother’s skin before turning away.
Irina walked until the sun succumbed to the night; until she was forced to submit to the cold. She sat with her frozen hands clasped on her lap, beneath postings that offered assistance. But none would assist her.
By the morning, Irina’s lifeless body sat in memoriam of the blameless victims of man’s overconsumption; unnoticed by the men themselves.
With Outdoor Seating, Too.
We’ve a bakery in the village now. A proper one. Bakes their own bread. Cobs. Bloomers. Boules. Baps. It used to be a chip shop. After that a pedicure shop with fish in tubs of water that ate dead skin off feet. Then it was a dry cleaner, although the shop assistant was jailed for dealing drugs. But now it’s a bakery. Entrance door right next to the community notice board. Scraps of card: Lost cats; lost dogs; lost keys; Found: rusty bike in the creek; window cleaning; maths revision; roommate wanted. We won’t be wanting for fresh bread anymore.
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