#100WW - July 9, 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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Flapping away
To drift on the lake until the sunlit birds follow my boat. Flapping wings, flapping away worries, doubts and the houses across the lake. They are gone. So much more green everywhere. So clear the water and still the birds flap above my boat as if they are guiding me somewhere. Somewhere else. Isn’t that where I want to be? Just a few cars on the road. Just a few cottages by the lake. Time has slowed. This is where I seem to be but if I row to shore what will I find? Hopefully the time to be me.
To The Land of Longing & Love…….
Dear June,
Been waiting for your arrival still! The incessant drizzle has made the river overflow into the field. Runu Kaka’s boat lies as it always did, unmanned! Remember how we used to jump into it on holidays to try to run away to the forest on the other side?
The flight of ducks overhead reminds me of you. How you wanted to fly away from the irritating people to The Land of Longing & Love!
I think I’ve finally found the place . That’s why I’m back in the haven of our rendezvous with a proposal to make.
Yours eternally,
Ron
Liana Feeds The Seagulls
I rediscover the rowboat adrift, oars akilter. A congregation of seagulls shifts across the sky. Only Liana is missing. As siblings go, I realize she’s the generous one. She grew tired of our fights, awful and black since Mom died. Taking the boat out became her escape, letting seagulls feast on yesterday’s dinner scraps. If she didn’t feel love in this corner of her life, she would find a way to conjure love in another. But I refused to listen. The gulls squawk and circle overhead. I turn away, swallowing hard. They don’t yet understand: Liana is never coming back.
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He remembered all those hunting trips as a boy, flushing out the grouse by banging two sticks. Beautiful mornings like this one. He’d liked the camping. Until all the blood. Alone at night, in the tent, was that the first time he’d tasted gunmetal? This time he had an even more effective method to stir the flock, though he had other prey in mind. Pity he wouldn’t be around to see the result. As he perched on the prow, it occurred to him the only thing that scatters waterfowl better than a gunshot, is a gunshot followed by a splash.
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