Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “If my ship sails from sight, it doesn’t mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.” ~~ Enoch Powell

I’ll start with a story …


She allowed herself to be sad – on the inside. But the sheriff who brought her to the train station and the pretty young clerk he whispered with, they didn’t get to see her sad.

She missed ma and pa with an ache that threatened to swallow her whole wondering how her whole life amounted to one small suitcase.

She was already in the cellar when the tornado took the house, then the barn where ma and pa were trying to let the horses out.

She’d never met her aunt and uncle. Maybe one day she’d show them her inside sad.


Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Quentin Q Quill says:

    The children were gathered for circle sharing time. Ms. Nibtard, her purple dreadlocks obscuring part of her face said, “Children I have an announcement. Trump got his vaccination and kept it secret from the public. This just shows how selfish he is.” Little Sissy Boo couldn’t’ take it anymore. She ran up to Ms. Nibtard, and screamed,”My ma says Pwesident Twump is the best pwesident evo,” and then sunk her little teeth into Ms. Nibtard’s arm. Ms. Nibtard shrieked in pain. Down the hallway, principal Liberty Justice Black heard the screams coming from Nibtard’s room. “Oh hell,” she muttered to herself. “It’s that damned white trash Boo family again.”. And that’s the beginning of the story of why Sissy Boo went to live with her aunt and uncle.

    • Lewis says:

      Nice one, Q! I have been thinking it over all morning, mind if I write another chapter to your story? Don’t want to intrude!

  • Dupin says:

    Another town, another family.

    I hadn’t really even been here with this family all that long, this time. Usually, I’m with a family much, much longer, and these people were extra nice. Even when they drank, they were nice, and sometimes they drank a lot.

    I don’t like drunks. A drunk driver killed my parents and my brother. One of my foster parents was a mean drunk. I was afraid these new ones would turn mean.

    Whiskey burns nicely and caught the bedsheets quickly. I got burned a little while I watched.

    I hope the next parents don’t drink.

  • Navig8r says:

    Daddy had to stay home and tend the farm, but with school out, Mommy and I could take a week to visit Uncle Bob and Aunt Em and my cousins.

    “Why did you pick that old ugly suitcase instead of the pretty pink one you got for your birthday, Honey?”

    “It didn’t have room for all the toys I wanted to bring.” Which was true as far as it went. But with this one, I could squeeze the semi-flexible sides and pump in enough air for Herbie, my pet ground squirrel. Boy were my city cousins going to be surprised.

  • Cameron says:

    The picture was faded but still enough detail had survived for them to see the important parts. As I thought, the students were stunned.

    “That has to be Photoshop!” one boy said.

    “Look at the date on the picture. That was about six years before Photoshop existed.”

    “No masks?” a girl asked in horror.


    “Where are the parents?” asked another boy. He was a brave one since “parents” implied nuclear family but this kid never cared about the glares he got. Always liked him.

    “All right, kids. I’m going to tell you about how things were and why they need to come back.”

  • Leigh Kimmel says:

    This wasn’t the future Brenda had planned. She was going to graduate from high school, then off to Texas A&M to study radio broadcasting. Maybe be a DJ, since that would give her flexibility if she wanted to settle down and have a family but still keep her hand in the radio world.

    And then the Expulsions started, and everything changed. Not that living on the Moon wasn’t cool — with a father working for NASA as an engineer, she’d grown up hearing all about the lunar settlements as they grew from frontier outposts to actual cities. But she would’ve preferred to have come up here by choice, rather than her dad’s announcement that they were being exiled to Farside for political reasons.

    On the other hand, this business of starting a pirate radio station was sounding more exciting all the time.

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