Free Writing Fridays #036
Your 100 Word Story
REMINDER: Collaborative writing with me is the FIRST Friday of every month. See you again on February 2nd. Till then I’ll still provide an image prompt each week to get your inspirations going into the weekend.
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! 😉
You don’t have to write your story today!
Free write all weekend long!
WRITE YOUR OWN 100 WORD STORY
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.
“For the love of Thandi! What's this now?”
The oval hanging in the trees emitted light and warmth, as Kret's hovering robot took readings. The readings confirmed what Kret saw - the light was not attached to anything.
It had appeared just when Kret noticed the wildflowers turning a colour she couldn't describe. The robot did another 360° circuit and then shrugged in a robot-like way. “Does not compute,” it bleeped.
“Haven't you ever heard of The Sun? The voice came from the bright light.
“Erm, no.”
“This isn't Earth?”
“Eh..?”
It vanished, leaving Kret in darkness, shivering and wildly discombobulated.
'That's not my ship.'
Kulren brought up the map of the surrounding area. His ships beacon pulsed ahead of him but it wasn't his ship in front of him.
'Hey! Who's in there?'
There was no response.
Kulren hurried over, his sensor drone absorbing every scrap of data it could. He clambered up the hull and hopped up to peer through the glass dome viewport.
A man slept in the pilot's seat.
Kulren knocked on the glass, 'Where's my ship?'
The man startled awake, frowned, and clicked his fingers. 'Oh that little thing. Sorry, had to land on it. Emergency.'