Free Writing Fridays #035
Your 100 Word Story
IMAGE PROMPT
I could tell you where to go with this image but there’s just too many options and the last thing I want to do is influence you one way or another…let’s see if you can impress me! 😉
A 100 WORD STORY COLLABORATION
[MY 50 WORDS]
They would be arriving soon. They left strict instructions. I was to stand ‘ere like a right looney, under my umbrella in all this rain, till they came for me. Might as well light me pipe while I wait. Heaven knows I’ve earned one last puff for old times sake.
Write your 50 words to follow mine, then copy/paste them into the comments. Be sure to put “[My 50 Words]” first so I know it’s an official entry.
REMINDER: You don’t have to write your story just on Friday!
Free write all weekend long!
HOW TO JOIN THE COLLABORATION
I write 50 words (see above) then you write an additional 50 words.
My 50 must start. Your 50 must follow.
You have all weekend long to copy/paste your 50 words into the COMMENTS section of this post.
My 50 words will always use the IMAGE PROMPT as inspiration.
I will select my favorite 50 word addition to my story and share it in the following ways:
Substack Notes (you will get tagged as well)
Upcoming First Edition email on December 1st and January 1st (respectively)
If you are up for this challenge scroll to my 50 words BENEATH the IMAGE PROMPT! Good luck!
JUST WANNA WRITE YOUR OWN 100 WORD STORY?
Here’s how:
Write 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.
I was about to say the same Erica.. ?
They would be arriving soon. They left strict instructions. I was to stand ‘ere like a right looney, under my umbrella in all this rain, till they came for me. Might as well light me pipe while I wait. Heaven knows I’ve earned one last puff for old times sake.
[My 50 Words]
Stand by the kerbside, they said, we’ll catch you on a drive-by. Incessant rain threaded a course to my waistband via my ill-fitting collar. As the dazzling headlights approached, I stepped forward, resigned to my fate. The puddle erupted, a white wall tyre induced tsunami. “Loser!”, they yelled. Damn kids.