Free Writing Fridays
#018 Your 100 Word Story
Let’s get this weekend write-life started! From this Friday forward, I’ll include an image prompt and a few words to get your brain percolating towards a story. But only if you need it! 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.
IMAGE PROMPT
Fall is on its way. Let’s welcome the cooler weather and shorter days and growing pumpkin patches with the image below. A friend has come to visit. I wonder what news it has brought us?
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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I'm going with the (Free Writing Friday) prompt this week, Erica.
FALL
The agonising pains started as he got out of the car. Heartburn, again. Damn, he should not have wolfed down that ‘snack’ before rushing to get his outfit on for the party. He was certain his corpse costume would be the sure fire winner. The pumpkin heads flickered with eerie life, spooky candlelight haunting his approach. The raven spoke, head to one side as it looked at him from its pumpkin perch. “Are you ready?”. As he fell, he clawed at his constricted chest. Voices in the background. “Damn, that corpse looks realistic. This is gonna be the best Halloween”.
In a dimly lit room, the smartphone's screen flickered ominously. Bob's gaze locked onto the dire message: "Battery Critical - 1% Remaining." Panic surged within him. His frantic search for the charger yielded only a sinister USB-C cable.
Driven by desperation, he plugged it in, but an eerie warning flashed: "Unauthorized Access." The phone unleashed a relentless stream of cat memes, filling the room with joyless feline laughter.
Bob's complexion drained as the phone drained his sanity and life force. Regret washed over him for ignoring those "free" cat content pop-up ads. In the digital abyss, he confronted the true horrors, technology.