Free Writing Fridays #037
Free Writing Fridays #037
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.
It was a bonny summer’s day. The trees were full of lush green foliage. River decided she would wander from her house to the church at the top of the hill. Half way up she stopped off at Holme farm to collect the milk. “Good morning Sam, money’s in the tin, seeya later!”. When she made it up to the church, there lay a great horror for River. The reverend was laying dead in the graveyard. River screamed and sped all the way back home immediately calling the Police. A murder investigation was called for and Sam was prime suspect.
They found him in the church, face down in the baptismal basin. In his last moments, the preacher, who’d grown up just steps from where he’d taken his first sip of the blood and first nibble of the body, was relieved. *I’ll be home shortly.*
Walking away from the church, a boy, not more than 10, coffers cleared and pocketed, heading away from the festering goodness of boredom, puts the Roman collar around his neck. He sips the pinched cup of grape juice, then, in further defiance, bites the cracker, letting the juice soak into it; it turns to mush.