#100WW - Nov 19, 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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And A Story Was Born!
“You’ll write again the day you find the puddle of water reflecting sunlight on the garrage-roof,” the Witch’d cursed me before vanishing into thin air!
A writer deprived of her writing power is as good as dead. Thenceforth, looking at the garrage-top became a ritual for me.
I never tried to put pen to paper though! Life went on as usual. Whether I’s alive or dead, didn’t matter to the world!
After months, possibly years, I found the sunlight captured in the water-pool.
“You’re made a fool. You never ever lost your special talent!” The Voice in my head yelled.
The end
“Petrichor”
Every time I look at you, I pretend I’m looking somewhere else. Funhouse mirror trick. Peripheral visions: spilled beer on the bar, careful blurs.
Tonight, you’re flipped and warped, a painting. Neon orange glow. Your hair a halo, nose ring a lure. If I get caught, it could be even worse.
I could live.
In all the pitfalls of prophecy, I never saw someone like you coming.
Someone who follows me out. Someone good.
Petrichor. Nothing moves.
Will you walk?
The figure that looks like you reaches for the figure that looks Iike me.
Fingers scrape my chin.
I see.
Ripples on a pool from a falling drop of rain,
wash across my mind, exposing forgotten beauty
from days past. One thought expanding into the next,
revealing another, then another which has lain dormant,
veiled by conscious thought. Such a charming cache deserves
better treatment, more frequent consideration during these days
filled by the flotsam and jetsam of daily life. As the ripples
dissipate, the memories continue to expand, details emerging
from the forgotten pool of yesterday. Fragrances, images, echoes
as bright and near as my last breath. The sorcery of remembrance,
the sway of recollected beauty refreshed yet again.
LIFE PAUSED,
OR AN UNWAVERING RIPPLE IN THE POOL OF LIFE
The capillary wave never disappeared.
The ripple-like look of the water pool, which sat atop a Grossman’s parking lot in Lion’s Paw, Ohio, was described by passersby as a “cameraless photograph.”
Even as storms and sunnier weather came, the wave and its surrounding water continued to appear “as if nature had forgotten to unpause the moment.”
This caused the residents of Lion’s Paw, some of whom thought the ripple was there to keep an underground monster at bay, to wonder if this, despite their constant movement, was true of their own existence.
Like life, time ticked and only questions arose.
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