Free Writing Fridays
#009 Your 100 Word Story
Fridays shouldn’t be stressful but the kick-off to a great weekend! Because structure is important, writing your own 100 Word Story is back on Free Writing Fridays!
Whether it’s the start of an adventure with a cliffhanger or a poem needing to be told, you can still just write whatever you desire.
GUIDE
Most Important: Word length is exactly 100 words. I recommend using Google Docs as a scratch pad and go to Tools → Word Count and check the “Display word count while typing”
Genre? Totally up to you. Share a mystery. Give us thrills, chills, and suspense. Or make us shed a tear.
Fiction or non-fiction applies here. This is your blank canvas.
Copy/paste your story in the comments section for others to read. If you post it in your own Substack (highly recommended and encouraged) just share the link in the comments.
A Note on Notes | If you use Substack Notes, click the 🔄 “Restack with a Note” and copy/paste your story as a Note.
The Looker
He wasn’t the only one. The barman mixed cocktails on automatic as he stared at the couple dancing provocatively in the dimly lit corner. It was hard to see where one body ended and another began. What do they say? Get a room. The stranger pressed her against the wall. The barman tired of the show. He was transfixed. The woman smiled lasciviously, her lover’s lips pressed hungrily to her throat. The barman slid the martini towards him. “Maybe stop staring now, fella, give them some privacy”. His voice was a whisper. “But my wife has never looked so beautiful”.
Title: Dimensional Sickness
I shake my head, still feeling some bit of dimensional sickness. What dimension am I on again?
This looks to be New York City, but I know how the dimensions work. With the multiverse theory discredited, this is just a city that looks like the Big Apple.
“Spare change, kind sir.”
I turn to the source of that voice, expecting some panhandler.
To my horror, the man next to me has no lower torso. His right arm’s bigger than the rest of his body. Worst of all is his face.
I then realize that I’m in the “AI Art” dimension.