#100WW - Oct 29, 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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My Husband’s Skull
“People keep tiger, deer-heads at home, why have you kept a human skull in a dark room like this?” Simpleton, my second husband, wondered.
“I feel empowered by the possession of it. Know what I mean?”
“How did YOU acquire it?”
“By chance.” I didn’t feel the need to share anything more.
Suspicious of Raj, I’d his head severed while he was asleep. When things quitened down after some years, I had the skull recovered from the bottom of the dried-up well.
I’ve kept it at home to remind myself of the lengths I can go to if people misbehaved.
The end
Exit Stage Left
The bard was all Greek to Freddy. All he could think of when they sent him to sweep up the prop closet on his new job was that skull would look sweet on his porch for trick or treaters Friday night. He had no idea it would be needed for that night’s show. Freddy’s fate was cooked when the Danish prince was forced to use a softball from the Broadway Summer League in place of jester bones for his reminiscence. Asked about Freddy’s whereabouts on Monday the head of HR could only say, what else, “Alas, we knew him well.”
LIFE ANEW
The eeriest thing about the bodiless skull, which appeared on Tammy Thompson’s kitchen floor while she was stocking Halloween candy, was that, despite expectations, it never spoke.
Nonetheless, Tammy knew that this was her own skull staring at her.
“It’s a premonition of my death,” Tammy thought. “It will happen during Trick or Treat in two days.”
As if confirming this to be correct, the skull disappeared.
Then, when it was forgotten, the skull attacked.
On the following Halloween, Tammy’s fleshy head showed up and did the same to her body.
The body then sought vengeance.
It was life anew.
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