Posts Tagged ‘100 word fiction’

She had been beyond thrilled to receive the beautiful bouquet of roses from her husband. She had told him repeatedly throughout their twenty years together. Her favorite flower was the rose. Each occasion that might have prompted flowers, she anticipated the roses. They never came. Until now. She was ecstatic. She called him at work to thank him. When his secretary answered, she had asked if Mona had liked the roses she had picked out for her. Her heart sank. She should have know she wasn’t important enough for him to pick them out for her. She should have known.

100 words


This post is in answer to the prompt post by Rochelle in Friday Fictioneers.  Visit Rochelle here.

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photo by Sarah Potter

Susie headed toward the door. She had allowed just the right time to run across the street and through the yards five blocks down to her house. She would climb up the tree and into her bedroom window with just enough time to get into her nightgown before her mother came in to wake her. Susie always had perfect timing.

Opening the door of her boyfriend’s apartment building, Susie couldn’t believe her eyes! It couldn’t be. It hadn’t been in the forecast. Now her secret outings would be uncovered.

If the snow didn’t, her mother was going to kill her!

100 Words, Fiction


#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link-up hosted by Rochelle and dedicated to 100 word stories to go along with a photo prompt. Check it out and give it a try!

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Had it been that long since her last visit? She hadn’t realized but things had not looked like this the last time she had visited In fact, it looked like no one had been there in many months. Lulu climbed the steps, dodging trash and overgrown plant roots. She scolded herself  for not having come before now. Why had she stopped coming in the first place? This was inexcusable and she scolded herself for not coming at every opportunity. This was her grandmother who had practically raised her and Lulu had treated her like this? Inexcusable!

Word Count: 100

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. Each week she posts a photo prompt with instructions to write a 100 word story related to/inspired by the photo. Hop over and check it out!

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If we were having coffee on this first Saturday of November, I’d invite you to Starbucks. I have a couple of free drinks earned through the rewards program and my all-time favorite coffee drink is in season…eggnog lattes! I wish I could have several of those each day! It makes me so sad when they stop serving them for the season.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I am about a thousand words behind in my NaNoWriMo word count but I’m not too worried. I lost Friday’s writing time, all day in fact, to technical problems and babysitting but today I begin the day with a new modem and router and it’s all set up and encrypted and ready for me so today I write!

I would also tell you that I won’t be writing all day because I sort of promised Anderson I would take him to see the new Peanuts movie this afternoon. And there is grocery shopping to do. But I should get some significant writing time. And then there is tomorrow when I will be at a write-in for a couple of hours. It only takes me about an hour to write the day’s quota (1667 words per day) so if all goes right today and tomorrow, I might be able to jump ahead by a couple of days.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that while I don’t find writing a blog post a day for NaBloPoMo difficult, I do find it very difficult to read all the blogs I’m supposed to be reading on the NanoPoblano challenge. So I’m thinking that since I can’t get to all of them every day, I will give you a few links per day and hope that some of you can look at one extra blog peer day so they get some visitors and likes and shares. Can you do that for me, please? I’ll list the links at the end of the post.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I’m still not over my cold. This is day 12. I feel better but I’m not over it. I tire easily and I need more sleep. I am still coughing and sneezing. But at least I can function without the cold medicine!  And I would also tell you that I finally got the NanoPoblano thingy to work in my sidebar! I knew it was something simple that I was just missing because it would link to the right url but there was no picture. Got it figured out. I was missing a “.” in the image url. Once I found that and fixed it, it works!  Yay!

I guess that’s about all. I might come back for more coffee tomorrow because I know I want to say more but I can’t remember.  And by the way, if you get a chance to click on the NanoPoblano image in the sidebar, it will take you to the list of participating blogs. I’m quite impressed with the quality of blog posts I have been reading from the list of blogs, for the most part. Go see! Go read!

Okay, time for more coffee and maybe reading a few blogs.

Blogs to check out if you can, just because I can’t get to all of them:

Drunk On Life

Steph Mignon

Mark Bialczak

This post is part of a weekly blog hop hosted by Diana at Part Time Monster. Go have a look and join us!


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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Some vacation!  Others go south to warm, sunny places..They go back to school with pictures and post cards; souvenirs and stories of the places they visited. Suntans. Sunburns. They might even go back to school with new romantic interests. Others have adventures on their vacation.

Me? I went north. I get to sit in a motel, watch the rain, and wait for you to come see me.  That’s what I get on my vacation: minutes with you; a view of the parking lot; rain. It’s my fault. I’m the one that settled for the stolen moments, tucked away like this.

Word count: 100


This is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Each week she posts a photo prompt and challenges her readers to write a 100 word story.  It’s fun!  Give it a try!  Go here to get the rules and link your 100 word response.  

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I’m So Tired

100 Word Fiction

I’m so tired. I know I should stop but I have to get there. I can’t believe it. When the phone rang at 11 last night, I knew it could be bad news. Yet I answered it. I should have let it ring. Some things can’t be put off. I’m so tired. I have to stop. My eyes won’t focus anymore. It’s 6 in the morning. Others will be on the road soon. I have to stop or there will be two coffins, not one. I expected it to be him, not her. Okay, I see that…Rest Area 1 Mile.


There’s an Inlinkz thingy to add your Friday Fictioneers post that you can get at Rochelle’s site.  I couldn’t figure out how to add it to my post, though!

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Like a crazy woman, she wandered from one friend to the next, telling her story, wanting, willing, hoping, praying that someone would have an answer for her. Not just any answer but the answer she wanted to hear, the one she knew was not coming. Surely someone has gone through this and had a different outcome. But deep down, she had known all along, yet she still searched, trying to find the answer that would make her life easier, normal, back the way it had been before he had walked out the door with the duffel bag in his hand.

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This week’s Writers Island prompt is “second chance.” Below you’ll find a couple of short, 100 word fiction pieces with “second chance” as the theme, although not necessarily the title.

Her Turn

It was the second chance she had thought would never come.The years had not been kind to her and her dreams had faded.Now it was finally her turn.The letter had come in the mail, long after she had given up waiting for it.She was heading back to school.She was afraid, to be sure, but she was more excited than afraid.She would be older than the other students.Old enough to be their mother, in fact, her own children were no longer students.But that wasn’t important now. This was it.It was finally happening.

Only Coffee?


Candace hadn’t been to the new coffee shop.She had heard many wonderful things about it.When Tom called and asked if she’d go out for coffee, she had hesitated.”We can go to Nueva Luna, that new place.It’s supposed to be quite good.”

Now she sat in the corner enjoying the plushness of the velvet pillows, yet dreading what Tom might want.They had both felt the vibes.That much she knew.Was she reading anything into this?She guessed she might be.She feared it, in fact.She wanted Tom’s attention.But did she dare risk it?

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