#100WW - Sept 24, 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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- Precisely 100 words (title excluded)
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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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4 thoughts on “#100WW – Sept 24, 2025”
A Lifelong Treasure
I plod my weary limbs through the field to meet with an exquisite sight. The long, slender, leaves and spikelets have already turned into grain, swaying in the breeze with abundant gaiety and freedom!
A scene I’d watched from Ray’s classic “Pather Panchali” seizes me. How mesmerized I’s by the view of a brother-sister running through such a field, marvelling at the sight of a running train!
Bent by the drudgeries, duties of Life, I break into a smile recalling the aesthetic pleasure the scene brought to me.It’s a lifelong treasure that will take me through to my graveyard.
The wheat stood like an army of old men, with their backs bent but unbroken, their gold gone dull under the autumn flat sky. A kestrel circled high above — on a breeze that smelled of turned earth and too soon endings. Its cry was a needle pulling a thread of silence through the day. This was not a harvest; it was a surrender. The field had given all it could. Now came the long, cold accounting. Darkness, after all, is not the absence of light, but the patience of the soil. The true season of endings was only just beginning.
@miskmask
Beautifully written. Some of the expressions are priceless but what I like most is the theme conveyed through the story.
Thanks for sharing such a story. Please keep writing and inspiring.
INNOCENCE
The three barley stalks huddled together, whispered in the language of nature to one another in voices mankind would never dare to understand, and pondered their place in nature.
“Mankind is always coming and going. They are always concerned with getting ahead,” Stalk One echoed.
“Yes, they don’t understand life like we do. All we must do is exist,” Stalk Two responded.
“Are we, like mankind, not extensions of worldly potential? Maybe we are too peaceful, innocent to be noticed in this world,” Stalk Three uttered.
From far off a child laughed.
Hearing this, the three stalks did, too.
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