#100WW - May 6, 2026
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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)
- Give it a Title
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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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7 thoughts on “#100WW – May 6, 2026”
Seems this prompt found several receptive artists. Good stuff.
Back Story
The bride sat alone on the blush velvet chaise, her eyes lingering beyond the open window, the peachy indent of her bare spine pinched.
Her tiny waist sank into blossoms of silk, folding in like a flower fading at dusk, all the light dimming at its center.
She pulled at her finger, listened to the clock tick, breathed in jasmine, lavender and rose while her pearl pumps with taut bows waited poised at her feet. She gathered up folds of her gown, curled her legs into her chest, into layers of stories held snug, showing only what looked like love.
I’d like to change the title to “Backstory” if possible… 😉
Great atmosphere – very nice writing.
Bravo!
Thank you so much, Robertson 🌸
A Pressing Engagement
That morning, I knew I wouldn’t marry you. The realisation arrived with the grey light of dawn as a brief downpour drummed against the windowpanes of my childhood bedroom like nervously hesitant fingers.
I remember sitting before a dressing-table mirror — my reflection a Picasso-like portrait with trembling lips — choosing a flower from the bunch you’d sent. Peonies — a symbol of love. My diary records the day’s events, with that self-same bloom pressed against the page where I’d written, ‘TODAY, I MARRY BRAD’.
I still possess the diary; but the flower’s faded and the paper’s stained. Like you, the petals wept.
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“Seems this prompt found several receptive artists. Good stuff.