100 Word Story
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“Tick-tock Johnston, what’s it going to be?” Stuart asks with a sneer. “I’m not a-af-afraid of you, o-or your woo-oo-dden toy!” Stuart grins broadly, “If you’re not afraid, why do you leak water from your fleshy pours?” he says as he drags a finger across Johnston’s brow, and wipes the sweat from his forehead, then…
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“I-I-I, I would die for you,” he stammers through lips that uncontrollably twitch with nervous energy. “I know that now.” “Y-Y-You should’ve always have know that, when I promised to love you forever, I did it without hesitation.” Her smile widens and she laughs softly. “Perhaps if I had trusted that promise, instead of doubting…
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I don’t care about you. So, life without you will not change for me.” “Y-Y-Your words cu-ut me deeper than any knife ever c-cou-could. I-I-I, I thought w-we had something s-special. I-I-I, I thought I was y-y-your other side. I-I-I, I thought w-we we-were the yang to the oth-others y-y-ying.” “But we’re not, we’re not…
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“I give to you your leader, The President!” a voice announces over the speakers that are littered around the sports stadium, followed diligently by The Star Spangled Banner as he expertly dismounts the harness and struts up to the podium with pomp and presence. “IT’S ME! I’M ALIVE!” he screams into the microphone as the…
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“You have already decided my answers are lies before I’ve even answered one of your ridiculous riddles!” she says with fire in her spit. “YES! I called these pathetically worded questions riddles, for that is what they are. So either accept my answers as I give them, or ask new questions! But ensure if you…
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He sneers, and then coughs violently as a small pocket of air becomes trapped somewhere within the maze of fleshy tubing that makes up his slowly failing respiratory system. She moves forward slowly, only for him to hold a hand high in the air, instructing her to keep her ground. “N-N-NO!” he stammers. “K-K-KEEP AWAY!”…
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She stares with tear filled eyes at the small vessel’s sensor board, before looking up and meeting his grizzled glare. “I-I-It’s o-o-over…” she says softly. “And the sun?” he calmly asks. She looks back down at the panel, trying to make sense of the readings displayed before her. “I-I, I can’t get anything conclusive at…
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She sucks in another breath, tightly clenches her eyes together as well as her hands. “S-S-Steven?” she says softly, but as before finds no answer coming. She unclenches her eyes and meets his empty gaze with bewilderment. “Hell-ll-llo li-litt-ttle kit-tt-tty,” he murmurs through long dead lips. “W-h-hy are you run-nn-nning?” “P-P-P-Please,” she sobs through trembling…
