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Today’s 100 word story is based on the prompt: “In all the years I’ve lived here, I never once called this place my home.”

I began pacing again.

My fingers trailed in the dust, leaving an intricate pattern that would be sure to confuse.

In all the years I’ve lived here, I never once called this place my home.

My home would be warm and full of laughter. It would be bright with colors: yellows and reds and purples. Artwork and music.

This? This is silence. This is muted tones of grays and white with golden accents. Statuary and dirges.

This is cold marble. Cold like my body within the casket.

I’m always careful not to look at my name on the stone marker.

 

 

Now you can check out what the other authors did with this same prompt!

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

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

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

R.K. Grow: http://www.rkgtheauthor.com/

Stephanie Worlton’s Kreating Krazy blog: http://stephanieworlton.blogspot.com/

Leah Sanders, inklings: http://inklings-leahsanders.blogspot.com/

Laura D. Bastian http://www.lauradbastian.com/

Jaclyn Weist  http://jaclynweist.blogspot.com

Amryn Scott http://wildscottkids.wordpress.com/

K.R. Wilburn  http://www.krwilburn.com/my-blog.html

Lindzee Armstrong/Lydia Winters http://lindzeearmstrong.blogspot.com

Kat!e Larson http://katesnovelidea.blogspot.com

Miranda D. Nelson http://www.mirandadnelson.blogspot.com/

Angela Schroeder http://angelaschroederauthor.blogspot.com/

Ginny Romney http://romneyrants.blogspot.com/

Canda Mortensen http://candamortensen.blogspot.com

Jenna Eatough http://blog.mistglenmoon.net/

 

Today’s prompt for the 100 word story is: “No matter what you hear, no matter how badly you want to, do NOT open your eyes.” 

Here’s the funny thing. When I first heard the prompt, I was thinking something more Indiana Jones-esque. But, then I was riding with my family-listening to a Peter Gabriel album-and the song ‘Intruder’ came on.

And I listened to the lyrics.

And my brain took off in a different direction.

Thanks a lot, brain. Thanks. A. Lot.  The Story:

 

Amelia stretched in bed, eyes closed, darkened room silent. Her long hair cascaded off of the bed’s edge. A tug at her hair from the floor made her brace for her cat’s arrival. Captain Meowcolm Reynolds always batted her hair before jumping.

But there was no leaping cat. Then she heard his growl…outside.

She thought, “Amelia, no matter what you hear, no matter how badly you want to, do NOT open your eyes.”

But she had to. The handful of hair she pulled back from the edge had been cut straight off.

Then she heard the whispers from the floor.

 

In case you were wondering about that song:  (enjoy 😉 )

 

 

Now you can see what the other authors did with this prompt: 

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

Our prompt for this week’s 100 word story was: “The truth about love is. . .”

 

 

 

McKenzie shook the magic eight ball. “Come on, the truth about love is…” She sighed in disbelief. “Ask again later? What kind of answer is that?”

Steven, her best friend of twelve years, snorted. “That thing isn’t going to tell you.”

“Oh yeah? And what do you know?”

Steven stepped up close to her. “I know the answer.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and left his hand there, his thumb lightly brushing across her cheek. Her breath caught, heart suddenly pounding. “The truth about love is, it’s patient.” He moved slowly, his lips softly brushing hers. “Very patient.”

 

 

You can check out everyone else’s too:

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

 

The next 100 word story based on the prompt: “You find a box in the attic that isn’t yours.”

 

“David? Did you already put something up here?”

His voice was muffed behind the stack of moving boxes. I stood on the ladder to the attic and stared. The space was empty except one thing, right in the middle. A box. Not a cardboard box, or a lovely hat box, or even a wooden box.

This monstrosity looked older than our ancient house—hewn from stone and covered in markings resembling the runes I’d seen in a Norse drinking game. Chains surrounded it, rusting as they sat.

I watched and the box lurched forward an inch.

“Honey? Come here please…”

 

Now you can check out everyone else’s! 

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

Here is this week’s 100 word story, based on the prompt: “You know what they say . . .”

I am excited to see everyone’s take on this one! 🙂

 

Cami hefted the extra-large cookie sheet from the industrial oven and closed the door with her hip. She placed it on the cooling rack and took a deep sniff of the aroma wafting from the cookies.

“These will be perfect.” She turned to Diane. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with all of this. I shouldn’t have agreed to cater both events. I really owe you.”

Diane continued to knead the bread dough and chuckled. “Well, you know what they say. . .”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“A friend in knead is a friend indeed.”

 

 

 Now check out what the other writers did with this one 🙂

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

Today’s 100 word story prompt is: “I stared at the flames that had. . .”

 

There was a buzzing near my ear. I sat perfectly still, not wanting it to sting more than it already did. The artist leaned over me. He paused for a moment and wiped at neck with a soft cloth. I stared at the flames that had spread from my shoulder to my face. The tattoo was a breathtaking mix of yellows and reds and oranges.

I could wear a scarf. But, how would I keep the rest hidden from my bridge partners at the retirement home? Or my great-grandchildren?

If I didn’t, everyone would know Edna won that stupid bet. 

 

Now you can go check out everyone else’s story! Enjoy –

 

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

 New 100 word story – check it out and then go visit the other authors to see their take:

 

Abigail hefted another shovel of dirt and continued to mutter.

 “Of course I’ll get that for you, dear, anything you want.” She twitched and shook her head.

            “I don’t mind covering the bruises and lying about being clumsy.” Another shovelful and she paused, looking furtively over her shoulder.

            Abigail dropped the shovel and wiped her hands rapidly on her legs. “But don’t think about touching my kids.”  She retrieved the shovel, returning to the rhythmic movements.

            “I made your favorite meal. Would you like fries with that?” She poured the last of the dirt into the hole, covering his face.

 

More fun: 

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

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

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

 

100 word story for the week! 

 

Normally I wouldn’t do this, I was much more—logical. But, a glance in today’s paper had me all turned around. “Today’s Horoscope: Your prized possession will end up in someone else’s hands.”

So, there I sat. The shabby circus stripes were faded and the fortuneteller’s neon sign flickered and hummed outside. Her incense choked me. She peered at me over a swirling glass prop. I knew it was fake, I’m not stupid. But . . . I needed someone else to reassure me. She slowly shook her head.

Outside, I heard my motorcycle engine start without me and I sobbed in comprehension.

 

Start your magical journey to the other authors here: 

Wendy Knight, Author: Www.Wendyknightauthor.Blogspot.Com

Kelly Martin, Author: Www.Kellymartinbooks.Blogspot.Com

Jessica Winn, the distracted writer:Http://Thedistractedwriter.Com/

Here is our prompt for our 100 word story this week: 

 

I slogged through the tropical wilds, pack held above my head and water up to my thighs. Hopefully I had everything tucked into my boots. If not, I’d be pulling leeches off of places I’d rather not think about. Mosquitoes the size of small airplanes ate away at me.

          My sister’s voice echoed in my mind. “That’s what happens when you follow your heart.”

             Ugh.

          Ahead, in the trees, there was a burst of colorful feathers as my elusive subject made her appearance. My breath caught and I stood in awe, joy spreading through me.

          “Yes. This is what happens.”

 

Now go check out all the other authors’ takes on it:

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

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

Jessica Winn, the distracted writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

Here we go again! 100 word story based on the prompt: 

 

            The devil’s name was Fred. Oh, I know his mother thought he was the best thing since jazzercise. But I knew the truth.

            I showed up to babysit and took a deep, cleansing breath. Janice was rushing out the door and cooing over the four-year-old in question. Fred looked up at me with a smirk and I could see the gears turning in his head.

            “Be a good boy for Mommy,” Janice called out as she left for her manicure. Fred still just grinned.

            I knew he already had the box of grasshoppers prepared to throw in my hair.

 

Now– on to everyone else. Enjoy! 

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

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

Jessica Winn, the distracted writer:http://thedistractedwriter.com/

 R.K. Grow: http://www.rkgtheauthor.com/