Free Writing Fridays
Free Writing Fridays
#020 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
There is so much rich history that can be found in the span of time of a gnarled tree. What has it witnessed in its life cycle? Who has sat under the shade it once provided? When was it planted? What story will you choose to tell?
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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These are all great!
Old boughs ached. Branches hung limp from a gnarled, knobby trunk; a series of sad, aged shoulders sagging with the weight of centuries. Even the tiny leaves were taken by the weight. Once green and lustrous, age yellowed them, made them brittle.
Age was thought to make trees stronger. It helped them grow, made them wise, let them witness the world around them for so long that they seemed timeless. Such was the thinking of short-lived man.
Well, after such long life, perhaps death wasn’t so bad. After all, trees are mortal, too. This one just forgot for a while.