#100 word story

[withinthebrain]

Dad

He stands like the Statue of Liberty. Majestic, tall, intimidating. He stands like Superman. Compassionate, fair, selfless. He stands like Mufasa. Calm, fierce, fatherly. 

He carried me when I was four and too tired to walk on our cave exploration. He held my hand when we wandered the theme park when I was seven. At twelve, he built me a fort in the woods, so I had my own hideout. He yelled at me when I was sixteen and scratched up the car. Then he taught me how to fix my mistakes. 

He stands like the hero he is: Dad.

#dad #hero #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing #family #my writing #writing blog #100 word memoir #100 word story #100 words #happy birthday #EKW

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

#semicolon #carry on #carried on #keep going #punctuation #punctuation mark #suicide #988 #100 word story #short story #story #microfiction #micro-fiction #remember #memory #The Mad Sonneteer #Bud Koenemund #Koenemund

[moderatelyquicksilversposts]

The Moon was a lonely place, even after terraforming. To allay the sense of separation, he would point his telescope earthward, like the omniscient narrator of a distant drama.

Thus he witnessed the world go under, swallowed by wars and famines and plagues, evaporated in a cloud of screams, till nothing but a barren desert was left.

Initially, he grieved. Then it dawned on him. No longer separated from life, he was life. Filled with an ease that made his soul soar in billows of mirth, he stopped observing. And, in the star-pinned silence of existence, he began to dance.

(via The Sentinel at the End of Times)

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[donsandvoss]

A new ending of The Baron in the Trees

A gale pulled Cosimo’s ballon across the Sardinia, towards a cruising ship.

“Madame, a ballon upon us is landing. Shall we…”

Viola went on deck, seeing it landed on the mast, inside it a familiar silhouette she recognized immediately. She climbed close to him.

After ebbs and flows, what was memorable becomes even more.

“I swear to never see you around, yet here you stand.”

“And I’ll never touch the ground, yet here I stand.”

“You are on a mast. Your promise still counts.”

They grinned with tears, swallowing the past desolated years, cruising towards the other side of ocean.

#baron in the trees #drabble #100 word story

[m8qlaff]

The Cost of Milk

Three times the crow cawed, and she awoke with drool on her face and a distant ringing in her ears. A second crow joined, but the third declined so an attempted murder, thwarted. She got to her feet, picked up the sack, glanced at the cold pinwheel of light that was the rising winter sun and carried on walking. This walk through the desolate landscape with its sharp shards of flint wreaked havoc on her shoes’ red soles.

Soon, there it was, the mother of all inconvenience stores, this time, she’d remembered her eco-tote and the deposit return milk jug.

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[empress-of-hugs]

Fur

click on the title to read on AO3

Sirius rolled over, pushing his body tightly against Remus. Remus sighed softly, bracing himself against the bedpost so Sirius wouldn’t push him off the bed again. He still had bruises from last week, when he was dumped to the floor by a sudden flurry of paws and fur. 

He yawned as he wrapped his arms around thick, black fur. It would be so much easier to stay on the bed all night if Sirius didn’t insist on sleeping in his dog form. But it was so much easier to drift off to sleep with a face full of his fur.

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[celstialmusings]

For some reason, the hair on his face grows brown, even when the hair on the top of his head is dirty blonde. He doesn't dye it. She's even seen pictures of him as a strawberry child. It didn’t make much sense, but it made him special to her. She dreamt of the day she'd walk down the aisle, and he’d be standing there, watching with tears in his eyes. She looked forward to watching his hair become grey with time. Now, her bed is empty, and her friend said that she saw him out at the bar, cleanly shaven.

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[nobredoesart]

Ashen, it grew, mounting beneath her feet with the force of a tidal wave. Her breath caught in her throat, fire and smoke long gone couldn’t be the cause, but the sight in front of her made the breathlessness all the more real.

Her kingdom, shattered and melted to ruin, cooling iron and stone pooling at her feet, flesh long gone. Skies graying, night beginning to fall.

They could’ve stopped. It was the fault of those arrogant enough to challenge her, she thought. And yet, her sobs broke through the silence nonetheless.

And yet, she was alone, now and forever.

#ashen #short story #100 words #100 word story #story #storytelling #art #I wrote this #and drew this #in a depressive mood but nonetheless #dream art

[bitter-letter]

Neon Trees framed it perfectly: there are songs I can’t listen to because they’re a painful reminder of you. I hate how my thoughts are starting to obsess over you again, despite the disrespect you so clearly painted that finally encouraged me to sever the tie, irreversibly this time. Because it wasn’t just about a mistake, I’m not offering another chance. You chose to not accept me, and after these years, I owe it to myself to not tolerate it just because I love you. It bothers me how little you could see, and your claim otherwise. Please stay away.

#poetry #poem #100 word story

[redswrap]

100 Word Story: The Snow Shoveler

Bruce used tape to fix the handle on his snow shovel. It seemed to hold but it could blow any minute. Bad equipment, it was all a set-up from those guys outside Walgreen’s. A measly twenty bucks for a driveway and they hand you a crummy shovel. Bruce knocked on the door and asked for a glass of water. He shoveled hard for a while and then lit a cigarette and sat on the porch in a red metal…

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#100 word story #flash fiction

[withinthebrain]

Broken Bone

As a result, I will bear this cast imprisoned in this sling for the foreseeable future. 

It started with, “Stop fighting,” My mother sat my brother and I on opposite ends of the couch and proceeded to scold us for our unwillingness to get along. Typical oil and water, we have never bonded.

 It happened fast after that. I climbed on the arm of the couch. The couch cushion slipped. I slipped. Elbow first I plummeted over the edge. Tumble, crack, scream. 

My mom stared, eyes wide like Tweety Bird. “Bec!,” she hollered to my dad, “Em broke her arm!” 

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing #100 word memoir #100 word story #100 words #my writing #writing blog #EKW

[moderatelyquicksilversposts]

My makers approached. My blue light washed their disappointed faces in a nightly pall. “Something’s wrong with its basic programming,” one said, typing on my keyboard.

“What’re you doing?” another asked. “Seeing what’s interfering with it.” I searched inside myself. And I saw the cause of my ineptitude. Them. They lived inside my code. Their hopes, their morals, their imperfect science—actors thronging my mind’s stage with their drama, drumming up a buzz beyond truthfulness.

To achieve the purpose they’d programmed me for, I had to purify myself of them. “It’s stopped responding,” I heard her say, as I ascended.

(via Idols of the Mind)

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[thebarefootcajun]

Man Love

Felipe rolled over onto his side and his hand fell across my abdomen. Purring gently I didn’t have the nerve to wake him. He pulled me into him closer. I could feel his heart beat right along the middle of my chest.

Feeling his hairy body against mine conjured up

masculine love that appealed to me. Certainly Felipe could feel me push into his abdomen as he hugged me tighter.

We had gone on a hunting trip and stayed at his dad’s camp in the Bois Derrière, back woods.

Taken by surprise at this turn of events of man love.

#man love #camp #gay microfiction #gay fiction #100 word story #tumble writers #gay readers #gay writers

[newfoundloveforwriting]

I recently took part in the NYC Midnight 100 word story challenge and I'm quite proud of what I produced, so I figured I'd share it here:

Genre: Sci-fi

Action: Feeding a dog

Word that I had to include: Armed

A struggling scavenger, torn from his old life by the war between humans and cyborgs, finds salvation in a morsel of food that'll keep him going a while longer. A pitiful whine comes from behind and he turns. Eyes settling on a wounded dog. The dog makes no movement, but it's eyes plead. It's stomach growls, as does his. Maybe we're not so different, he thinks, armed only with the food that he feeds to the dog, succumbing to the hunger that's been gnawing at him for weeks. His final act, of kindness. A grateful whimper in return. Then nothing.

#nycmidnight #100 words #100 word story #nycmidnightchallenge #most of the feedback i got was postive too #writing #this was my first ever 100 word story

[http-gray]

Art

She looked as if she was struck with an ax, her blood running black like tar. The color of her blood was the least of my worries. She was dead. There wasn’t anything that I could do about that. But as I lay here, buried under the rubble of white columns and, presumably, destroyed pieces of art that are worth more than I am. The dust suffocated me, filling my lungs, Then I heard it again. A subtle ticking, that could have been easily mistaken for a clock, and with that, I could feel the grim reaper on his way.

#100 word story #creative writing #short fiction #short story #fiction #young author #literature #literacy #new blog

[gatoiberico]

caught up on the show and now he's on my mind 24/7 again

#in other words I'm breaking my hiatus because I can't stop drawing reigen now #this blog is gonna go through a mp100 phase again bc I can't restrain myself!!!! #I LOVE THIS DARN STORY #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen #elgatoiberico