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

The fault in our stares #100-wordfiction

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He offered to walk her to the station. She sensed his well-toned arm within the suede jacket brushing against her slender, bare one as they tried to match their uneven strides. He leaned in suddenly towards her ear to whisper something. Her tensed muscles relaxed even as her full-throated laughter echoed through the dimly-lit streets. As the wind teased, his hands enveloped her from behind draping the jacket over her.

Despite enjoying the pleasant company, she felt at unease. She instinctively knew they weren't alone that night.

The judgemental stares turned into full-blown gossip by the time she came home.

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100-word fiction story written for a prompt "The fault in our stares" at the BarAThon second edition.

Would you like to read the other posts in this series?

Outnumbered
A new haven
An irrational dream

Talespin

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PHOTO PROMPT – © C. Hase
“See these huge chains? They are used to fish out the sunken ships from seas,” fibbed my nerdy elder one earnestly to the dreamy younger who listened with rapt attention, taking in all that her brother said with complete acceptance.

“Wow, but, who put the ships under the sea, Anna*?”

"The monsters, silly! Didn't you know?"

Overhearing their conversation from the next room, I chuckled at the cute mix of innocence and vivid imagination.

The innocence, I knew, would leave them. But, I prayed that the ability to spin tales from random muses stayed. A writer’s wish, indeed!


* Elder brother in Tamil

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 Linking up the 100-word fiction to the Friday Fictioneers, June 5th.

Leaving behind lasting memories

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Sophie caressed her Grandmother Becky’s wrinkled skin as she was being lowered into the coffin. A lifetime of goodness, love, warmth and care seemed to be wrapped into the black case that cold morning.

Sophie knew she’d miss her grandma’s practical advice and infectious smile that belied her tumultuous and difficult personal life.

“Who’d look after the beautiful garden?” lamented Sophie as the yellow bougainvilleas in the backyard, bejeweled with icicles, caught her eye.

Becky loved bougainvilleas and nurtured their attributes-of being in ever- bloom-within her. Like them, no amount of blustery wind or cold snow could dampen her spirit.  


PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb
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Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.  

Word Building

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“What does ‘detour’ mean?” queried eight-year old Garry, trotting into the kitchen, his fingers clasping over the book perched on his elbow pit, without taking his eyes off it.

Tara, startled by Garry’s abrupt intrusion, almost dropped the whisk into the batter she was whipping for her cake order.

 Being used to such sudden literary interrogation by her bookworm son, Tara composed herself as she exhaled slowing, wiping the remaining batter off the whisk and answered Garry.

“It is exactly what you do when you cycle across the lawn towards the town library on the way to your guitar classes.”

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie
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Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.  

Music heals like no other medicine

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Alex sat with an awkward pose; his eyes carried the look of hurt and rejection from being side-lined by the other boisterous boys of his age.

“Such a weirdo, cannot even judge a simple catch!”

“Have you noticed, he never looks in the eye? Gives me the creeps”

The words no longer numbed Amy as she bravely fought the world for her autistic son.

“I see a genius in him” Gerald, his music teacher, had told her once and she believed him.

Amy knew she had won as Alex’s fingers played magically on the keyboard and silenced the apathetic world.

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.  

In the wars

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Megan daintily held the long handle and preened into the oval-shaped frame. Puckering her rosy, full lips, she chirped vainly,

“Is there anyone else as beautiful as I, say, oh, truthful mirror!?”

Rose, who had her nose buried into a book, looked up at Megan from above her thick-rimmed spectacles and sniggered,

“A la wicked queen from Snowhite? Must, say, some resemblance there!”

Bubbling with anger at the snide remark, Megan aimed her object of fascination perfectly at Rose’s head.

Rose caught the bookmark neatly between hysterical laughs, placed it between the pages and rushed to console her little sister.

Copyright-Kent Bonham
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Word count: 100
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Written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

The Suncatchers

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Grabbing her estranged husband’s whiskey bottles, Gracy poured their contents into the sink, one by one. It was cathartic, allowing the pain, her tears and trauma, to ebb away along with the vile liquid.

The workshop acted as the catalyst, as she carefully poured in her favourite hues into the emptied, dried bottles; instructions playing in her mind: swirl the bottle slowly around till the colours spread evenly all over.

Gracy placed the transformed beauties in the wooden grooves and reveled in her new life as the sun-soaked tints of love, vitality and cheerfulness bathed her in the morning glow. 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford
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Word count: 100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here. 

Connect, disconnect

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As the evening wore on, Sujata got a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, as the enormous Banyan outside her room metamorphosed into an unfamiliar gaunt image on the reflective window pane.

Moments of confusion later, she relaxed!

This happened frequently in recent months when she’d wake up with a spring in her step, charged up to start her daily routine, but ended up gripping the window ledge, gnawing at the blank images the mind threw up.

Gazing at the mighty tree brought Sujata solace; its enveloping shade comforted her frayed nerves as she grappled with memory outages.  

Lyssa Medana _____________________
100 Words written for the photo-prompt at the Light and Shade Challenge and
for World Alzheimer's Day 2014 at Write Tribe.



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Abracadabra

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Anticipating adventure, we excitedly dug out the dusty, old lamp from the attic at our grandparents’ house.

“Hurry, before someone sees us” urged my younger brother tugging at my sleeve.

“Stop!” “You’ll make me drop it” I barked in a low voice.

“Give it to me.” He demanded.

“No!..this lamp needs some dusting.” I snapped, wiping its surface, unaware of my miffed, mutiny-filled companion muttering sharply under his breath.

The cloud of dust billowed larger and I found myself shrunk in size, into an old woman; the cobbled pathway where I stood resembled large salt pans.

A voice echoed,” next wish!”

Copyright - Dawn Q. Landau


Word count: 101
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Linking the 100 word fiction to this week's photo-prompt at Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers, and




The Danseuse #WriteTribe

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The soft notes on the flute played a melodious tune and the rhythmic beats on the tabla rounded their synergy into a soul-stirring number. Sangita paid keen attention to the beats-takita taka dhimi dha. She did the math and choreographed her steps in her mind. It was a prestigious stage and she could ill afford to slip-up.

Sangita’s graceful hand and feet movements were in perfect sync with the percussion, yet she felt a void. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, letting go of rules. She, then, let the haunting flute guide her heart to a rapturous performance.



100 words written for Write Tribe on the following quote:

Write from the soul, not from some notion about what you think the marketplace wants.The market is fickle; the soul is eternal’.
― Jeffrey Carver

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Reflection #FridayFictioneers

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The quaint, English room seemed perfect to ease out my tired, work-worn muscles over the long weekend.

I was particularly taken in by the huge mirror on one side of the room that reflected off the valance-framed windows on the other side, with several books lined up on its sill. Even the hotel knew of its book-loving guest, I thought amusedly.

As I caught my reflection in the mirror a shiver ran down my spine. I was accompanied by the old manager who had regaled me with the villa’s haunted history.

But, I could not see him in the mirror.

Copyright – Janet Webb
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Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

Idiomatic conversation- Light and Shade Challenge

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“I shall cross the bridge when it comes” quipped Lindel priding herself on her quick thinking.

“Always mend your bridges and never burn them” countered Esther calmly.

“Hold the bridge!..wait..or is it the fort??” blurted Lindel, panic eyes darting between the swift-moving sand and the picture.

“It’s all water under the bridge, now” scorned Esther, tapping the sand clock of its residue, signaling the end of the time limit.

“Now that your creative juices are well shaken, sit down to write that essay” bellowed Jonathan, an English professor and the picture-word game’s brainchild, secretly pleased with his children’s vocabulary. 
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Word count:100

100 word fiction written for the Light and Shade Challenge, combining both the prompts below:

Photo prompt:

Image courtesy of cheva and taken from the Wikipedia Commons
And the quote:
Shake well before opening
- instructions on a milkshake bottle.
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Gum Boots #FridayFictioneers

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Carl's blackened body and contorted face was enough to give anyone the nightmares. The two cops stuck up their handkerchiefs into their nostrils trying not to throw up.

Walter spoke up first “Look at the blood marks here. The culprit was wearing gum boots”
Jack, his senior, rolled his eyes “Must have been disposed of by now”

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The flames rose as they caught on the rubber, spluttering sparks that bit Michelle. She felt no pain. Her life of abuse, pain and tears were over with Carl’s demise.

Michelle let out a soft laugh watching her gum boots melt away.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Word count:100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

Career conflict #FiveSentenceFiction #FridayFictioneers

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Grace crinkled up her nose. She hated the smell. It made her nauseous.

“You better get used to this. It’s going to be very much a part of your profession” scorned her mother whipping up the froth.

Grace mulled over if she really wanted to take up the profession that her family prided upon for several years now.

The conflict ended as divine aroma filled her olfactory senses even as the cheesecake did a slow and seductive rise in the oven.

“Bring on the eggs. I’m going to be an awesome baker one day!” She declared to her beaming mother.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods
Word count: 100
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Linking this to the 100 word fiction prompt at Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers, and
Five Sentence Fiction at LillieMcferrin Writes for the word prompt: Conflict

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The Accident #FridayFictioneers #fiction #100words

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“Keep taking Derek to familiar surroundings; remind him of his past and there are chances of his memory returning” advised Dr. Mark to Anne.

Anne chirped her usual way with her husband, deftly weaving the pre-accident life into the conversation, but gaining only a glazed expression in return.

As Anne drove past the busy lane, Derek shrieked, his eyes fixed on the damaged minivan covered with the foliage on the curb “Yes, It was me. I killed the innocent boy!”

Anne’s wicked eyes gleamed in pleasure at Mark as the cops led a handcuffed delusional Derek out of their way.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot
Word count: 100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here. 

Catharsis #FridayFictioneers #100words

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My charismatic father was a magnificent horse rider, prolific writer, and an astute statesman; a tall benchmark that I could never match. His demise roused sleeping demons I hoped to vanquish.

His room was as clean and uncluttered as I remembered it. And, there, among the humongous collection of official and personal letters, lay an unposted letter addressed to me.

“Son, I was too vain to tell you this while I lived but I’m proud of you for choosing a path less trodden; something I’d wished for myself once.”

Tears flowed unrestrained; the past had made peace with the present.

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
Word count: 100

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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.


Jack, the pirate

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The moon sauntered in and out from the dark clouds, throwing a luminous but eerie glow over the ruins where Jack, sick from fighting the seas, sat on an elevated stone.

The violent storm had turned the sea into a ferocious animal that howled for days together, finally devouring the entire ship and the inmates, save Jack, the ruthless pirate.

Jack wondered a way to get out of the place when a cloaked man appeared from nowhere. The black-robed apparition looked into Jack’s eyes and whispered, “Welcome home”

Jack panicked to realize that his journey had ended at the netherworld.

Image courtesy of the British Library from Roving Jack the Pirate Hunter, published 1867, a romance

Word count:100
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Linking this up to the 100 word story for the photo prompt at the Light and Shade challenge 
and Five sentence fiction at Lillie McFerrin Writes for the word prompt: Luminous

The perfect one #FridayFictioneers

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It was the sixth house on their list with Penny vociferously dismissing each of the previous ones.

Martha had been eager to not let single parenthood deprive her little girl of the luxury she deserved and more. However, this was getting a little out of control. Houses were expensive and there was no way they could settle on one if Penny kept discarding options after options on a whim.

The pink walls, green windows, orange tiled roof, and the tiny garden made Penny let out a squeal of delight. It was the perfect doll house that she was looking for. 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg
Word count: 100
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100 word story written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can post one of your own or read the other entries here.

Grandma's story #WriteTribe #100words

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Little Kishore spent all day at school touching his nose every now and then with trepidation.

“Caught a cold, kishu?” asked his bum chum Swami.

Deeply troubled, Kishore decided to share his secret with Swami. “I lied yesterday about my homework and my grandma said that now my nose will get bigger” he whispered.

Swami was equally worried and the boys swore to behave if the nose did not grow.  

Kishore chuckled at the childhood memory as he read out the story of Pinocchio to his little daughter. Naanima sure knew how to make him toe the line of discipline.

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Written for 100 words on a Saturday prompt on Write Tribe. The prompt for the week- My grandmother/my grandfather said..



Prayers #100words

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And its a WOW post once again. Thank you BlogAdda!

The little girl sat before her favourite deity-The naughty cowherd who sported a peacock feather and played haunting notes on his flute. How He defied Lord Indra and lifted mount Govardhan was her favourite tale.

“Ask Him with all your heart and He’ll surely give” her mother would tell often.

“Kanha, Amma says if it doesn’t rain this year too, we’d surely die. Is it true? But, aren’t you are more powerful than the rain God. Won’t you ask him to save us this time?”

Her tearful innocent eyes and pure devotion melted His heart.

And, it rained that night.

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100 word fiction written in response to the WOW prompt-'And it rained that night' at Blogadda.