Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Your mission: Write a story of only 100 words, no more, no less, using the image as as inspiration.


A story,

It was summer in Chicago, Doc. I walked down Lindy Street and saw this big arcade that I never remembers from just a week before. People was streaming in, see, it promised air-conditioning and there was games and drink.

But the laughter changed to just one laugh. It was all dark and … and…. Hungry!

That’s when the screaming started. But I got away! I been running from town to town but it always shows up, down some back street and I’m running again.

You believe me, donja, Doc? Doc, why you smiling like that …. no, NO!! that LAUGH!!!!


Now it is your turn. Post your story in the comments.

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  • JibberJabber says:

    Almost made it. 107 words.

    I lost my parents at the fair.
    I turned around and they weren’t there.
    My anxious gaze met the stare,
    Of a large and smiling clown.
    His clothes were white with polka dots.
    His ears were large like cooking pots.
    His wild hair was full of knots,
    And his eyes were green and brown.

    I did not ask for assistance.
    I gave in to his persistence.
    I followed with no resistance,
    And the clown grinned all the while.
    If I had known, I would have fled,
    But I blindly followed where he led.
    It’s no use now since I’m dead.
    My last thought was of his smile.

  • Andrew says:

    My Junior year abroad had been a bust—as far as men were concerned. My fifth suitor suggested a night exploring a “Great Sydney Landmark.” A fifth trip to the opera! At least I had clothes for it.

    But we passed the turnoff, and when we arrived at the Luna Park Terror Clown I had to laugh inside. After the first trip on the Tasmanian Devil, he laughed like a horse. After the second he laughed like a hyena.

    Dinner was four cotton candies and six bags of popcorn. After the third trip, he vomited like a dog.

    And I thought: This is the man for me.

  • Steven Fletcher says:

    The line moved slowly toward the clown gate and the kingdom of smiles. A hollow-eyed man leaned close to whisper. “He’s a liar! Believe nothing he says.”

    Walking closer, I could finally make out the words of the ring master – dressed in red and gold.

    “Come one, come all – children of all ages. Take a dip in the lava pool. Walk through our forest of thorns. Try your hand at hornet ball. Come one, come all.”

    It was only when I saw the words over the gate that I truly began to panic, “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here”.

  • Jenny North says:

    The lights on the boardwalk were so bright it looked like high noon! Just like the name of the game James played when he was eight. He’d race away from his dad to find the cowboy shoot ‘em up game, where the burly man in the stretched out white t-shirt was silently perched. Without a word, the man would set him up on the tall seat. His dad would get there halfway through the game and pay. James doesn’t run down the boardwalk anymore, he hurries though. He finds his son, already in the seat and he pays the man.

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