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Showing posts with label 100 words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 100 words. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Won Hundred Word Wednesday.




He itched to clear the ground,

to look out and see nothing

He itched to clear the ground, to look out and see nothing but wide open spaces. He’d daydreamed about it many times. Yet the same awful scene reached his eyes when he looked out his back window.


It would take a bit of work. He would need to pick up a few things since he didn’t have all the materials. Yet.


He glanced back into the kitchen where his wife stood over the sink. She told him he couldn’t get rid of anything, but he knew she hated the sprawling cityscape as much as he did. She’d come around eventually.




Must be since it's nearing Halloween, but I went a little dark on this one.  It's always fun to play around with these prompts. You never know where it will lead. 


Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Won Hundred Word Wednesdays

Today's story brought to you by the following prompt:



August 26, 2015: As he opened the car door, 

there was a loud

As he opened the car door, there was a loud woman waving her polka-dot umbrella. “You can’t stop there!”


He waved his hand in the dismissive manner he was accustomed to, stopping her mere inches from his face, her umbrella frozen mid-swing as she succumbed to his power.


“I’ll stop anywhere I want, you old bat,” he said.


He took a few more steps, staring straight ahead at the door he expected to find his date behind.


Another step brought him directly over a large X. He looked up in time to see the dragon before it squashed him flat.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

WonHundred Wednesday


Today's prompt was:   As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension



As I started writing it, I was kinda surprised where it went, but kinda pleased with it anyway. 
Hope you enjoy it. 


As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension of the tripwire. Her heart stopped for a moment and she breathed out. She pulled her foot back as gently as she could, but the click of the pin being pulled echoed in her ears, sounding louder than the gunfire in the streets below.

If it was anything like the traps she’d set for the enemy she had moments to come to terms with her life.


Not that she cared to see any of it flash before her eyes. Except for that one brief moment she’d seen the chosen one. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Won Hundred Word Wednesday

August 5, 2015: As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn

When I saw this prompt, I read it fast and at a glance making me think the last word forlorn said something different. See if you can figure out what word I thought it was as you read the results of this prompt.




As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn. She raised her head and reflected on the loss. She’d always wanted one of those fascinating creatures as a pet, but they were extinct now. She shook her head, not understanding how they could have been wiped out so completely.

When the unicorns first came to this land it didn’t take long to gain control. The humans had been hunted for sport, then in an attempt to fight off the unicorns they’d dropped bombs, killing themselves as well.

Such a loss.


In the dream, the human was female and heavy with child. 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

100 words

These flash fiction pieces really are fun.

This one, I really want to see what happens after the story stops at 100 words. Might have to consider going on with the idea, but I've got a couple different directions I could take it...


Here it is.  The prompt was:  When she opened the door, she wished for...

When she opened the door, she wished for him. She’d been gone for too long and everyone she knew was dead. That’s what happened when you traveled faster than the speed of light. For her, it had been five years. For Earth, it had been decades. And now that the debriefings, press conferences, and tests were done, she was finally free to return to her home.

The place she had once loved more than any other. But now that he was gone, it wouldn’t be the same.


The bright green eyes that met hers had to be a trick.


David?



So where would you go with this?

Friday, November 7, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday



This week's prompt:  

“What do you mean, you lost the lottery ticket?” His eyes were wide.
“It was right here. On the counter where we put it after the numbers were called last night.”
“So where is it now?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
Our teen son walked through the back door.
“Josh, did you see a lottery ticket on the counter?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Yeah, I threw it away.”
“What?” my husband and I both yelled.
“I just dumped the trash.”

We raced to the front door and watched in horror as our garbage can was dumped into the monstrous truck.


September 17th: Most vivid amongst the memories of his home town
Most vivid amongst the memories of his home town was the image of the little girl on the side of the road. Her eyes were wide, her hair a mess. Skinny little arms wrapped around her tattered shirt and her bare feet were bloody.
She’d stood in the snow and stared at the cars passing as if not sure what to do next. 
When he pulled over to offer his assistance, she burst into tears.
“Where are your parents?”
“Mommy didn’t get away.”
“Where is your mommy?” he’d asked.
The girl pointed into the dark forest. “The wolves got her.”

And some other authors who may or may not have done the prompt. 
Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It really is fun to come up with really short stories. I know some of the time they feel like they have closure, but most of the time they are just a quick teaser, or opening to tons of possibilities. 

October 22nd: As she searched, her movements were frantic

She’d been over the room a dozen times, but the key was still missing.
She closed her eyes, trying to visualize where she had last seen it. She’d removed the chain from her neck to meet with him. He would have known instantly what it was.
If she didn’t find it soon, she’d never get the lock opened and the trap couldn’t be set. Too many people were counting on her. She couldn’t fail.
A sparkle of light in the corner caught her attention.

The key dangled from the silver chain hanging from his bony finger. She was too late.

And from a week I missed this summer:  September 3rd: The fire was getting closer

The fire was getting closer and I smiled. It would save me. Break me free of this prison. I ignored the manacles around my bony wrist. If I tried hard, I could probably slip them off, but I still couldn’t fit through the bars on the window.
The guards hollered at each other to open the cells, but as the thick smoke filled the air, I knew my freedom from these chains would be different than what I’d first hoped.
It didn’t matter.
In the next life I would make things better. I wouldn’t fall victim to him ever again.


Check out some of these other blogs to see what they came up with. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com

Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesdays

Another two-fer. Catching up still from the busy summer. I have them all written and will be giving you doubles for the next little while.

First, this weeks: October 15th: They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later
They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later. Most people find out they are related to some famous person, maybe even a king or what not. Not me.
The only good thing that comes from discovering something of this magnitude was that perhaps I could use the innate powers born to people of my lineage.
Centuries ago I would have been burned at the stake.
Now, all I had to do was indicate I was interested in reading from the book of the dead and I had all kinds of possibilities open.


And now what I should have posted on August 27th: She decided to go to her father's grave, to ask his advice


He’d been gone eight months and three days, yet she knew she could still go to him. Her black clothes stood out in the bright spring morning, but she didn’t feel ready to give them up. It protected her from unwanted conversation. As long as she wore them, she didn’t have to speak to another living soul.
Father would be disappointed in her for hanging on this long.
But the alternative would be to return to the real world.
To answer the question he had asked her eight months and four days ago.
Daddy would have given Shawn his blessing.

So go see who's been able to write one for this week. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday



Today's prompt is something I experienced once. 


Spare some change please? The old woman on the street corner asked, her cardboard sign stained with grease and other unidentifiable substances.
I opened my purse and dug through the pocket I held my coins in. A small pebble my daughter gave me, a few smashed penny souvenirs, and an army can opener were found among the few dimes, nickels and pennies. I didn’t even have a quarter. Everything was plastic.
“Sorry, it’s all I have on me.”
“Wow lady. You don’t got much.”
Her words saddened me. I had so much, yet couldn’t give to one in need today.



Time to visit the other blogs involved. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Wonhundred Word Wednesday

This week's prompt:

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room. 



A strange wailing sound caught my ears. I put my tools down and listened closely, trying to figure out what it could be. My apprentice had gone home hours ago, and no one in their right mind would be visiting someone like me this late at night. I doubted it was a cat. They had learned to stay away as well. 
I blew out the candle and gripped the long handled needel used to punch holes in the leather I’d been working on.
Easing myself up quietly, I moved to the door. A familiar scent reached me.

I’d been found.


Time to check out the other blogs and see what they came up with. 

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Won Hundred Word Wednesday Double Feature

Once again I was out of town last week and didn't think far enough ahead to do my writing prompt.

So I'm doing two again this week.

Here's last weeks prompt:  THE PINK GLOVE LAY ON THE GROUND, ALMOST COVERED.


The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered. The snow hadn’t stopped falling since late last night. He picked it up wondering who it belonged to. Probably some kid who hadn’t noticed it was missing.
He shook off the snow and placed it gently on the fence post, hoping to make it visible if someone came looking.
As he turned to continue on his errand, he ran into her.
“Jillian?”
“Spencer? Is that you? I haven’t seen you in ten years.”
The desire to caress her face like he used to washed over him.
Was she single?

No ring.

Now for this weeks prompt:  THE URGE TO INTERRUPT HIM BEFORE HE HAD FINISHED WAS OVERWHELMING. 


Stopping another dragon mid-hunt was stupid even for a maverick like himself.
Yet if he didn’t stop Kors from devouring that human, Drog would regret it. Something about the human sparked a memory from years ago.
Drog took in a slow breath. Goat’s milk. The same thing he’d been fed as a hatchling when his mother had been killed by knights.
Drog inched closer to the peasant and looked into the terrified eyes.
Recognition sparked in both of them. Drog swung his tail into Kors.
I claim this one as my slave. It was the only way to save him.




Now go see what the other's did with the prompt

Wendy Knight, Author: www.wendyknightauthor.blogspot.com
Kelly Martin, Author: www.kellymartinbooks.blogspot.com
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .): http://alisonmillerwoods.wordpress.com/
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/