Free Writing Fridays
#013 Your 100 Word Story
Let’s get this weekend write-life started! Write whatever sparks joy for you. Here’s how:
Exactly 100 words. Not 99 or 101. The Word Count Police are tracking!
Genre? Writer’s choice! So long as you give us all the thrills and the feels.
To Fic or to Non-Fic? You decide. What matters most is that you’re satisfied with the output.
Copy/paste your words in the comments, then share on your own Substack, and maybe, share to social media!
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I've been wanting to participate in these every week but I'm just so busy I hardly have the time. I thought today I would just do some free writing and treat it like a journal entry more so than a fiction piece. Here are my morning thoughts as I head into the weekend, as told in 100 words:
This was a rough two weeks for me as I am moving, packing, buying a house, selling the one I live in. That kind of pressure is enough to topple any rational human being. Couple all of that with planning my son’s second birthday and I bought near collapsed.
But then there was another added stressor. One I sort of knew was coming but tried as best I could to avoid and ignore it. Sometimes you can’t ignore or avoid the inevitable. I had a scare that I could lose my job. It came at me like a tidal wave.
SCENTED…
It was one of those days
A day when the world smelt like swimming pool, I was drowning in it.
The noise too noisy…
The people too present…
And regret of leaving the house was rapidly bubbling up inside me.
How I wished to be far away from this place.
I wandered, aimless, desperate for something untouchable.
The metro stairway was dotted with winos, the addicted and the homeless, all laying like discarded rags along the tunnel, the chlorine stench changed to ‘eau de public loo’, despair, I gagged.
Then I saw her… and all I could smell was lust…
A collaboration with my daughter, 50/50 Rosie first!