Tag: 100 Word Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Know The Sufferage

 

The cavern collapse, and Andy is pinned to the ground in bloody fashion. Sarah casts a fevered glance behind her, and gasps in horror, before she hits the wall. Like a ball she bounces off the wall, and crashes to the ground on her bottom.

She sits there for several uncomfortable moments as she forgets everything that is going on around her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Andy yells at her, she looks up and her mouth drops open in shock.

“Y-Y-Y-Y…”

“I know,” he says with a frown. “I’m dead, but you don’t need to be as well!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Now You’re Funny

 

“I said, are you okay?” he asks again, a look of concern written across his face.

“Am I okay, is that what you’re asking? Or are you asking, are you going to be okay? Considering without me you’re pretty much dead in the water, or frozen in this igloo if you wanna be technical.”

They stare at each other, and he begins to laugh nervously. “You are one funny motherfucker, aren’t you! We’re you this funny when you were alive?”

“Funnier.”

“I can’t see how that would be possible. So let me try again, are we going to be okay?”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Fates Hand Guides All Who Warrants It

 

Virgil thrusts himself forward, driving his broken bloody fist into the icy wall, as he desperately tries in vain to force his way through the igloo’s shell. He falls forward, and rests his head against the frozen wall, and sucks in breath after frantic breath as he nears exhaustion.

“You could avoid so much of this insanity, if you just accept the fate of life’s hand, and allow me the journey we spoke of.”

Virgil snarls, and twists the corner of his lips. “What we spoke of, was not what you ended up with. STOP LYING TO ME!” he screams.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Place Of Wonder

 

Saran sits staring at the blood as it hits the ice with an almost magical dance, crystalizing, and falling in on itself.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” he says as he crouches down besides her, and smiles softly.

“W-W-W-Why?”

“The room was created with a purpose, and its positioning was part of it. The same point every night is recreated, when the moon is at its highest arch, and once, every few years the eclipse that takes place, does wonderful things.”

She blinks several times. “I-I-I-I, I didn’t mean that, I meant that?” she says as she points uneasily across the room.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Night Of Repetition

 

The door swings open, and Patty stares at the empty stairwell, nervously taking a step out into the cold air.

“H-H-Hello?” she stammers through frozen lips, only to have no reply come forward. She peers down the left side, and then down the right, before looking ahead once more and clutching herself tightly.

“H-H-H-Hello? Is anyone there?” she calls out, only to have no reply once more. With an uneasy shrug of her shoulders she turns and heads back inside, only to come face to face with a dark shadowy figure.

“Hello Patricia, are you prepared to face your sins?”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Brain Freeze

 

“The confidence you ooze out of your pours, makes up for the ugliness of your face,” Igor says with a wry smile upon his face.

“At least I don’t look like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Fallon says, as he puckers up his lips and twists up the right side of his face while nodding his head.

“Speaking out of turn like that, can assist in arranging a bus to be out your way, but preferably with you under it, than in it.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time in that igloo of yours, it’s frozen your brain!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Sacrifice

 

The floor cracks, and she looks over at the frozen remains of the man she professed she loved until the stars died. With a sneer she leaps forward, and lands spread eagled onto the other side of the crevasse. With a renewed panic, she scrambles over to his form, and cradles his cold head in her lap, wiping his hair from his face.

“You have to leave Karen,” he says to her softly.

“I-I-I, I can’t leave you.”

“But, I’m not it there anymore.”

“YOU COULD BE!” she growls, as she casts a wayward glance over towards his ghostly apparition.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Unlucky Arrivals

 

“It warms my heart that you could make it all the way here, to my humble abode,” Lincoln says with a twisted smile upon his face.

“I didn’t come for you, I came for her. So, can your bullshit and get whatever it is that you need to get off your chest, off your chest.”

Lincoln smiles nervously, as he bites down upon his pale lips, and lets out a grimace of pain as he breaks the skin. “Be gentle, for you are in my home, and there are many a ghost here in this cold fortress who despise you!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Word In Lies

 

The walls cave inward and Donovan charges forward, as the ice melts around him. He leaps and strides, desperation beginning to overtake his desire to survive, and replacing it with unparalleled fear. The archway at the end of the hallway collapses, blocking his only way out, and he lest out an exploding cry of frustration.

“I WILL NOT DIE HERE WITH YOU!” he screams.

“But we are forever, you said so yourself,” a woman’s distorted voice says from behind him.

He spins to face an apparition of a young woman. “I NEVER SAID WE WERE FOREVER, I SAID I WAS!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Closed Doors Of Ice

 

They stare into each other’s eyes, like a desperate impossibility, rational voices no longer a barrage of sounds, as silence is all that lingers.

Within the motionless movements that take place, time itself almost stops, to allow these two beings a moment locked outside of time.

“You,” she finally hisses.

“And you,” he replies.

“We are fools.”

“Follies to his ways.”

“What have we become?” she says softly.

“Ghosts, nothing more or nothing less. We’re everything he wanted us to be, perfect perfection.”

She closes her eyes, and when they reopen, he is gone and she is alone once more.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Man Against A Storm

 

Stuart presses himself up against the frozen walls of the towering igloo like structure that he cannot escape, and takes another stuttered breath.

“It’s futile, you realise?” a voice sings softly from somewhere within the cold interior.

“It’s only futile, if I allow your words to sway my focus!”

“Focus? You haven’t been focused for the last fifteen years of your life, what makes you think you can suddenly regain composure and feed the insanity of my maze?”

“Because you don’t expect think I can, and I spent my whole life proving people wrong.”

“But, you never proved anyone wrong!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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On The End Of My Finger

 

“This is not what I expected when you said you had something to show me,” He says, as he looks over the purpose-built igloo that stands before him.

“You were hoping for something else?”

“Well, when most ladies say they have a little something to show me, it usually means something different.”

“Drink your coffee, before it gets cold you twit,” she says with a laugh, as she shoves a mug of coffee in his face.

“I-I-I,” he stammers.

“W-W-What is it?” she says with a smile.

He raises is arm and points a twitching finger towards a ghostly figure.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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What Cannot Be Unseen

 

His fingers twitch, as his teeth bite down on the nails and the flesh that they sit upon. His eyes squint, and tighten as he pulls away, tearing the fingernail from the flesh in grotesque fashion. Without flinching he spits the nail to the ground and bears down upon the next. Then, freezes in place as the room’s temperature drops suddenly.

“Go away,” he whispers, as tears quickly well up in his eyes and run down his cheeks. “L-L-Leave me alone.” he hisses as he shuts his eyes tightly and squeezes his hands together as if he was kneading clay.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Building Blocks

 

The sweat slowly runs down David’s brow, twisting and turning through the wrinkles that have carved there way into his flesh over the countless years he has walked the earth.  He takes a breath, and stutters as he lets it back out. Nervously he takes a step forward, not knowing if the coldness he feels is from the blocks of ice that form the igloo that sits in the middle of his room, or from the apparition that is building it.

“E-E-E-Excuse me,” David stammers, yet the specter fails to acknowledge his presence, and continues to build its frozen fortress.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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The Fornication Of Wishful Thinking

 

He takes a deep breath, relaxing his tightly closed eyes.

“YOU AREN’T REAL!” he calls out loudly, in an attempt to sound fierce, although the subtle cracking in his voice signals his true state of mind.

“Yet, if I am not real, why do I make sound?”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he cries.

“Then why play this game?”

“I’M NOT PLAYING ANYTHING! YOU DON’T EXIST!”

“If I don’t exist, and you can’t hear me, why do you reply?”

“I’M NOT FUCKING REPLYING TO YOU!”

“Yet, you are replying to me!”

He opens his eyes and snarls. “FINE, I SEE YOU!”

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Frozen Scream

 

Each foot follows the last, as Jackson desperately focuses himself towards the only exit out of the diorama that has become his prison. The walls of ice twist and turn with each step, and the hollowed shrieks of whatever it is that is chasing him, tortures his ears. His eyes widen and he comes to a complete stop, as the hallway ends abruptly. He presses against the wall, hoping for it to be nothing but an illusion, like so many of the things that tonight has shown him, but he quickly finds his hands blistering from the frozen walls surface.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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Ice Dream Awoken

 

Damien stands at the top of the hill, looking down towards the specter that seemingly hovers from the ground staring towards him. He feels his bottom lips tremble uncontrollably, and he places a equally trembling hand against it, in the hope of calming his nerves.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” he calls out, but it does not reply.

His mind rides wilding inside his head, as he starts questioning his own sanity, as well as formulating an escape route. It’s then that the temperature drops, as if he was in an igloo, and the specter is standing several feet before him.

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 1000 word short story in 48 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a genre (A Ghost Story), a location (An Igloo) and an object (A Coffee Mug). It took me a while to find the right idea and to get it to work in a way I was happy with. But like the last time I entered something similar, I enjoyed the desire to find the story that sparked the right way for me. So, for the sake of creativity, here is 1 of the 24 rejected stories in a 100 word format..

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A Trial Of Trials

 

Duncan falls backwards, as the world seemingly evaporates around him. The ground doesn’t have an impact and he falls though the frozen earth. For moments that could have been many more than he noticed, he lies there staring up at the body he once intimately coexisted with.

“Another failed attempt at bringing your message to the people above,” a voice says from somewhere beyond everything.

“I almost had it this time. I almost tasted the coffee,” he replies, not taking his eyes off the body as it slowly decomposes into the ground.

“Are you going to try again?”

“Of course.”