#100WW - May 28, 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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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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Why We Bought the House
It was the rocking chairs that did it. Remembering how my grandparents used to sit on their own front porch in their own two chairs waiting for my mom and me on Sundays, food warming in the oven. Pot roasts with soft carrots smothered in gravy were my favorite, always followed up by a surprise dessert. My mouth exploded at my first bite of German chocolate cake—savored, devoured—on the porch where we all went to digest, gram and gramps to their rocking chairs, mom standing off to the side with a cigarette. Life felt perfect. I wanted that.
Hot Seat
The Beauregard became THE spot for weddings and such, with that ante-bellum feel folks just lapped up. Some folks. Until the hate crime lawsuit. The judgment required sale of everything, except two rockers on the front porch.
The order designated a day on which the proprietor would sit in one of the chairs and try to explain to anyone who sat next to him just what in the hell he was thinking made such a hateful and offensive concept a good idea.
On the allotted day, the owner reflected driving past the line waiting outside. “Should have brought a cushion.”
Rocking Time
Time was the water
they rocked upon.
Nancy and Lawson on their front porch,
after days of hard blacksmithing and
kitchen sweat to feed themselves,
their voyage long, their sails unfurled, the Wind of God moving them over uncharted seas.
The surf, the surge, the chop,
the crests, the troughs of waves
never seemed to set them off their course,
their bearing never wavered as the rocked and swayed
thru tides of change or threats of storm.
We have two rockers on my porch.
We do not rock at dusk,
nor in dawn’s early light.
God…teach me to rock.