The Sarika Radar Gem – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 100 word short story in 24 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a theme (Comedy), a situation (Climbing a Mountain) and a word that needed to be used (Radar). It took me a while to find the right idea, and get it to work in a way I was happy with, but that’s not saying I didn’t enjoy the process,  and the stories that didn’t make the cut. So, for the sake of creativity, here is the rejected 100 word stories I wrote..

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The Sarika Radar Gem

“You are wasting my time and yours Doctor Weaving,” Max says as he casually waves the revolver around without care. “We all climbed this mountain here today with one purpose, to find the Sarika Radar Gem, and I will not leave until I have it. You know more than you’re saying, so if I have to persuade you with more dystopian methods, I will.” He says as he places the barrel of his gun against Samantha’s skull. “Now, once more. Tell me what secrets you know, or I will kill your beautiful assistant first and then move onto the children!”

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