100-word stories


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I haven’t done this challenge for ages, due to a lack of time, but couldn’t resist this one: the good parts of 2014. Actually, on rereading the instructions, I see this wasn’t exactly what Julia meant. Sorry. I couldn’t leave anything out.

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2014 in 100 Words

On 1st January, I had my hair cut short, hoping this would herald an even better year. It did. Three wonderful holidays, short stories published online and podcasted, two speeches accomplished at Toastmasters, lots of folk dancing, a successful book reading, finding myself in the safest part of the country when things went pear-shaped, the forest fire stopping just short of our house, lots of sunshine and much-needed rain, family healthy and doing well. But the best thing of all: my romance, Neither Here Nor There, published by Crooked Cat Publishing on 17th June. All in all, a fantastic year.

PS My book, like many other Crooked Cat books, is currently on sale on Amazon for a short time only. Here.

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The task this week is to write 105 words including:

…. it was 50 years ago…

For the first time, I think, I’ve decided to write non-fiction for this challenge.

The Last Day

The last day of primary school. I remember it vividly, even though it was 50 years ago. Teachers and children actually wrote nice things in my autograph book. I strolled round the playground with one of the girls. She said, “I’m sorry we were so nasty to you.” I said, “It’s easy to say that now,” to which she replied, “But I mean it.”

If only she’d said that earlier, and followed her words with a change in her attitude, and encouraged her friends to do the same. I believe I would have been a very different person today, even though 50 years have passed.

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Only 15 days to the launch of my book.

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What a beautiful picture for this week’s prompt:

Following Instructions

“Which way now?”

“It says to cross by the bridge.”

“Erm, that might be a bit hard.”

“I see what you mean. We’ll just have to take our shoes off and wade over.”

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“Here we are, on the bridge. Pity you fell in.”

“I’m cold and wet through. My sandwiches must be soaking. And now we’re here, I see this bridge doesn’t lead anywhere.”

“That’s true. We’ll have to wade to the other side.”

“Look! Over there. Do you see what I see?”

“That long, sturdy metal bridge? Must be the one we should have taken.”

“Great. Just great.”

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Just 22 days to my book launch…

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This is what Julia said:

I am very lucky to have a garden and even luckier that a variety of birds visit each day. At the moment we have 2/3 blackbirds who are really ruling the roost so to speak. They are beautiful song birds I know, but they are having a conversation. You can tell with the intonation of the sounds and the responses from another birds.

So, your prompt this week is to write that conversation!

Cherry Ripe

“Phew! My wings are aching. All that flapping. Whose garden have you brought me to now, then?”

“It’s Julia’s place – she of the hundred word challenge.”

“What good are words to me? I need food.”

“Coming from one who doesn’t stop talking…”

“I have a lot to complain about. We were just settling into our nest and now I have to build a new one.”

“But we finished the cherries in the old place. Remember? And look at those delicious cherries over there.”

“The ones that are protected with a net?”

“Didn’t you see what I brought?”

“Scissors! Oh darling!”

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The challenge: 105 words including:

… the blackness just enveloped me…

A New Reality

I woke to total darkness. The blackness just enveloped me. I checked that my eyes were really open. They were. Only one explanation then. I must have gone blind overnight. I would have to get used to a new reality without sight.

I thought of all the things I would never see again except in my mind’s eye. The view from the window. The sunset over the sea. My children’s changing faces as they grew up. Then I heard something. At least my hearing was all right.

First whispering, then giggling. I reached up and pulled something down.

“Who put this blackout sheet over me?”

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I haven’t done this for almost a year.

The prompt is:

… whenever I hear it, I think of you ….

I’m not sure I like my attempt.

Solomon and John

John Smith: Solomon! So glad I found you after all this time. Thirty years, is it?

Solomon Grundy: Forty more like. Isn’t Facebook wonderful? I’ve thought of you over the years.

John Smith: Me, too. There’s this rhyme. Whenever I hear it I think of you.

Solomon Grundy: What rhyme is that?

John Smith: It goes like this. Solomon Grundy, born on Monday, christened on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, took ill on Thursday, grew worse on Friday, died on

Solomon Grundy has gone offline.

“Oh, what a shame. Must be the end of Solomon Grundy. And we’d only just met up again. Back to the Saturday review then.”

A picture prompt this time:

Here’s my attempt:

Looking for a key

“What’s the name of this long-lost-third-cousin-twice-removed you want me to look for?”

“John Smith.”

“How am I going to find a John Smith?”

“I don’t know. That’s your job. I thought you could look up all the John Smiths in the country and ask them if their mother was called Susan.”

“Do you know how many John Smiths there are in this country? It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Because it’s important for you?”

“No, because I’m not allowed to write clichés.”

“OK. It’s like looking for a key in a grass field.”

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