Free Writing Fridays
#015 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!
A Note on Substack Notes | Click the 🔄 “Restack with a Note” and copy/paste your story for added reach and growth.
REMINDER: You don’t have to write your story just on Fridays! Take this sentiment and free write all weekend long!
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‘Twas a chilly winter’s morning
No sliver of sunshine to be found
Armed with a flask of hot chocolate
I soldiered through my ward round
‘We need a hand in here!’
The shout echoed down the corridor
I turned to find the frenzied voice
coming from behind the mortuary door
An emergency in the mortuary -
What the heck could this be?
Death? That ship had sailed
and was a long way out to sea
I rushed to assess the situation
Frankly fearing what I would find
If a Lazarus was behind that door
I would really be in a bind
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A little sneak peek into one of the most interesting medical emergencies I have ever responded to. Will be sharing this in a couple of weeks - stay tuned!
https://diariesofadoc.substack.com/p/into-the-unknown
Erica wrapped up her writing on Substack for the day, setting it aside. She never expected to be whisked away into the future, but when she stepped through her front door to walk outside, some sort of portal had opened up.
Erica understood immediately that she was still in front of her house, just like she expected, but her front yard had been transformed into a sea of solar panels–or at least that’s what they looked like.
Caught in her tracks, she looked back at where her house once was, and saw something she’d never forget: I’ll describe that later.