Jackal | A 100 Word Story

#785 - Fenrir

Hey you, yeah you. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m inching ever-closer to my 1,000th 100 word story. When I do my streak will end as I’ve decided to chart a course for now storytelling challenges. But, I’ve opened up The Elite 100 to dedicate the final 100 stories I write to you. Interested? I hoped you would be! Just click the button below and for $20 you’ll get a 100 word story dedicated to you + a copy of the ebook collection (that’s all 1,000 stories) before it goes up for preorder!

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The one-eyed jackal stood under the lamppost waiting for the next unsuspecting victim to cross its path. Wearing a black raincoat, collar pulled up around to conceal its face, it lit a cigarette and leaned a bit.

It wore human clothes and hated the way they felt against its hairy arms and legs and back. Hunched over, it took a drag from the cigarette and blew rings towards the light of the lamppost. Unawares of what was walking towards it.

“Borrow a match, mister?”

Before the jackal could fix its one good eye on the voice, the lamppost went out.

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NORWAY - Norse Mythology

Four of Swords represents the rest period between battles, the calm eye of the storm.

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