Tag Archives: 100 word story

#atozchallenge, G is for Gruesome…

Gwendolyn had never even held a hacksaw, but she thought her lying, cheating, mean as a snake, waste of human flesh husband had one in the garage.  She needed him in smaller pieces to fit inside the big, black trash bags now that her iron skillet to the back of his head had worked.   He was good and dead and getting stiffer by the minute.

Thank goodness she’d had the presence of mind to whack him in the kitchen so the gruesome blood and brain matter would clean up off the linoleum rather than soaking into the gray bedroom carpet.

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.   (So, no, don’t count this line!)

#atozchallenge, F is for Friend…

Once upon a time a lonely little fairy named Faelynn stumbled across woods filled with forget-me-nots, foxglove and ferns, sweet reminders of home.  Everything a sprite could want — except a friend.

Soon a human girl child with bouncing braids and bubbling giggles set out a tiny cottage and furniture that was, well, fairy sized!  Sarah, as the girl’s mother called her, played near the cottage every day and she was all alone, too.   Finally Faelynn grew brave enough to show herself.  Eyes widening, Sarah stared and Faelynn stared back.  “Want to be my friend?”  And just like that, they were…

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.  (So, no, don’t count this line!)

#atozchallenge, E is for Easter…


“A fix up, Gran?  On Easter?”

“Darling, Jason is a wonderful neighbor.  He’s just about your age.  He would have gone to the fire station for dinner.”

“He’s some Neanderthal, musclebound firefighter?”

Someone coughed and Ellie realized the gorgeous guy with the amused blue eyes had heard her as he came through the back door.  Cheeks flaming, she held out her hand.  “I’m sorry  –”

Jason just took her hand and grinned.  “Probably some truth there, El.  This is my Grandpa Jim. Esther,  I believe you two have met?”

Gran blushed prettily.  “Why, Jim, I had no idea Jason was your grandson.”

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My theme this year is 100 word fiction.   (No, this line doesn’t count!)

#atozchallenge, C is for Chair…

Chantal strolled into The Pink Pig, the place to be on Friday night in Nowheresville, Oklahoma, glancing around for her girlfriends.  Figures she’d be the first here, surrounded by testosterone-oozing, beer-drinking cowboys.

Skirting the dance floor, she made a beeline for an empty stool, slung her blue-jean clad bottom onto the chair and bounced off a hard muscled, blue-eyed cowboy who was sitting at the same time.   They turned, she blushed.  He insisted she sit, got her a beer and before long, her number. At closing time he drove her home, walked her to her door and kissed her senseless…

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My theme this year is 100 word stories.  (So, no, don’t count this line!)

Inspired by one of my favorite pick up songs, The Chair, by George Straight.  If you don’t know it, have a listen!

#atozchallenge, B is for Breathe…

Bethany sat near the window, letting the small patch of sunlight warm her.  Eyes closed, her thoughts drifted to the day their first son arrived.  She had gripped Rod’s hands as one contraction after another left her gasping.  “Just breathe, sweetheart,” he’d soothed.  “Did you pick your focal point?   It’s okay, squeeze as hard as you want.”  Always her rock.

The beeping machines brought her back to the present.  Shadows lengthened and the hospital room felt colder.  Tears fell as she gripped Rod’s motionless hand, tubes and machines keeping him alive.  She stroked his graying hair.  “Please, sweetheart, just breathe.”

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My theme this year is 100 word stories (so, no, don’t count this line.)