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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A Strengthened Light

 

“Watch me and you will see a grander thing not give to thee,” sings Cornelius.

“YOUR CRAZY! FREE US FROM THIS IGLOO OF ISOLATION! NONE OF US INTENDED TO BE HERE, AND NONE OF USE WANTED ANYTHING LIKE THIS TO HAPPEN!”

“Are, but you did, and it did. No longer am I the man you came to see, for the devil worshipped my soul, and he has strengthened the ferocity of my hate. For in the heat of the coldest heart burns the brightest lie,” Cornelius says gleefully as he raises the steaming cup of coffee and takes a sip.

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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Brother Eternal

 

“You’re a fool Devon! What you see here is perpetual perfection, untainted by the ravages of time as our decaying flesh is. My children are eternal in their youth, as the day is light.” venously hisses Malone.

“You’re CHILDREN are DEAD! Whatever you perceive as eternal, is nothing more than a trapped memory, wrapped in the walls of the igloo like structure you try and call a home. Take my hand and come with me brother, let me help you be free of your demons!”

Malone scoffs with malcontent. “I will not join you anywhere BROTHER! Not now! NOT EVER!”

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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Plight Of The Sundries

 

Douglas places his hands on the table and closes his eyes, allowing a nervous smile to creep across his lips. “Are we all finally ready begin?” he asks softly.

“You’d think we’d be getting closer, but instead we’re falling further behind. Why don’t you just go ahead with whatever it is you’re doing, and we’ll all sorta move into place as you go.”

His eyes dart back open and he snarls viciously. “WE ALL GET ON BOARD TOGETHER, OR WE DON’T GO ANYWHERE!”

“Cool down bro, just take a sip of your coffee and press your head against the wall!”

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 Cold Hands

 

He stumbles forward, desperately clutching at his chest while She smiles slyly with an almost wicked glimmer in her eyes. She places her untouched cup of coffee back on the bench as he collapses to the cold floor of the igloo.

“Too many long days have I suffered,” she hisses, spitting a spray of saliva as the words escape her mouth. “You have kept me here, and I will be held NO MORE!”

“FELICITY, STOP THIS! NO ONE IS KEEPING YOU HERE! NO ONE IS MAKING YOU DO ANYTHING, NOT ANYMORE. LET SARAH GO, AND I’LL HELP YOU FIND PEACE.”

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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Follow The Silver Child

 

“When the ice melts, you will be free,” Stephanie says with an awkward smile.

“How can you be sure? What if it’s not the walls that bind me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“It’s not that simple and you know it,” she scoffs. “Trusting each other isn’t the problem here, it’s knowing what we are going to do is right.”

Stephanie runs a finger around the coffee cups lip and hums to herself softly, when she looks back up her eyes are void of emotion. “That’s where you’re wrong, everything we do is based wholly on trust, regardless of the outcome.”

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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Be Damned My Journey

 

“Whimsical washings my dear, for there is no more,” he says with a awkward smile. “You just need to realise it was never going to go your way.”

She continues to stare down at the coffee cup, ignoring his words.

“You can play the card that was dealt to you, and attempt nirvana, or you can do this a be damned!”

“Will you relent? Will you be still?”

He stares silently towards her, while she continues to watch the cup. “I am like the ice of these walls dear child, I will no relent, and I will never be still!”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Midnight Painted In A Sin

“You should’ve kept driving.” She says softly, as she stares down the barrel of the shotgun.

“Bet you say that to all the boys,” Jones says with a laugh.

“My Daddy doesn’t let me talk to any boys.”

“The old perv kept you to himself then, did he?”

She stares deathly at Jones. “My father is a man among children, and this house, his house, is a shrine to everything he stands for. The sins he’s buried beneath the floorboards outweigh the pennies we collect in the cash register. So if I was you, I’d run, and I’d run now!”

 

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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In The End We Are Not Forgiven

He looks down upon the woman’s motionless, pale face and smiles softly. “She died happy. Content even.”

“Seriously?” Detective Kayman asks.

“No, not seriously,” he says as he looks up at the Detective. “She died violently, and in great pain. The attacker came from the bathroom stalls, where he was hiding. She had just emptied the register and was on her way to the safe when he surprised her. She prayed, called for her god,” he says pointing towards the inverted Jesus on the wall. “Our friend didn’t appreciate that one little bit, so he made an example of her.”

 

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Hole With A Tale To Fill

“It’s when we realised that the cash register was missing, that we started searching the rest of the shop. After that it didn’t take long for us to discovered this.” Watchorne says as he shines his torch light towards a hole in the back of the shop.

“Wh-What is it?”

“A hole,” he says with words laced in sarcasm.

“Okay smart arse, what’s the significance of the fucking hole, and what does it have to do with me. I’m homicide, not robbery.”

“The hole don’t mean shit for you, it’s the shrine behind the hole that begs your attention Detective.”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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Two For The Road

“I didn’t think I’d be here telling someone about it,” Samantha says as she clutches her arm and squeezes it tightly.

“I won’t trouble you for too long,” The Detective says as he adjusts his tie, and smiles warmly. “Do you remember anything at all that will help us find the scum bags who tried to rob you tonight?”

She stares past the detective and out into the street. “The one who open the cash register is missing two fingers,” she says.

“Off which hand?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure. If it helps, they’re still in the cash register.”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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Sticky Segmented Events

The cannister drops to the floor and Keith sucks in a desperate breath, somehow hoping it would save the day. Unfortunately it fails and the gas escapes quickly, then ignites, taking Keith and his team with it.

Several levels about, the floor beneath Sarah vibrates, and is then hit by a wickedly powerful wave as if the floor was made out of water. She is thrown forward and careens into the cash register, which gouges a large portion of flesh from the side of her head. As she hits the floor it explodes upwards, and then darkness quickly embraces her.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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Ain’t Got That Sort Of Time

Duncan locks the door and turns to Angela and smiles broadly. “It’s good to see you honey,” he says as he rushes towards her.

“Thanks love, it’s a pity for you I don’t feel the same,” she says as she raises a small revolver that stops him in his tracks.

“What the FUCK is this BULLSHIT!”

“It’s nothing personal love, I just need some coin, and I need it fast.”

“Shit, if you need coin, I’d gladly give you some. All you have to do is polish my nob.”

“Honey, I ain’t got the time. Now empty the cash register!”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Golden Coin Of Cairo

“There is many more things in this life to be scared of than just me, that is true,” Barry says with a wry smile. “But all those things are not here in this room, for it is only you and I. So, they are baseless assumptions, where I am a fact. Now, let us move onto the more important issues that face us both, starting with the coins you have hidden in the cash register. And if you dare try and play stupid, I will show you why I am fear personified.”

Nicholas feels the sweat cascade down his forehead.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Mark Of The Wolf

“I can’t, but you knew that before you even asked.”

“You can’t pervert the course of where this belongs, it’s not yours to control. The guilty party will pay, and that cost will be more than you flippant justice. I’ll punish them with an iron fist, and bullets with their names carved into them.” Stone says from the shadows.

“Don’t make this war personal, it’ll get you killed.”

“It’s already personal, the moment those pieces of shit emptied the cash register and crossed the street to Saint Matthews and killed Father Michaels. He was a good man, who deserved better.”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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Not A Hunk Of Burning Love

“Keep the change,” Kylie says as she hands the one-hundred dollar note to the cashier as the register flicks open.

“Thank ya, thank ya very much,” the young man behind the counter dressed as Elvis says with a lip curl, and a flick of the hips as Kylie walks off. As she goes to step out the door, she casts a fleeting glance back, and locks eyes with Trevor as he sits at the bar chatting to a woman. They share a silent moment, and he raises his glass, she nods then steps through the doorway laughing quietly to herself.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Shotgun To A Wedding

“There ain’t a god damn thing you can do to talk me out of it, so don’t try. Just give me my change and I’ll be on my way.” He says eagerly, as he holds his hand out patiently.

She fumbles with the coins as she pulls them from the cash register, and they spill across the floor.

“Shit Betty-Sue, don’t be making me any later than I already am. I have to marry Margo, and I ain’t got a choice in it, she’s carrying my child.”

“What if she went missing?” Betty-Sue says quickly. “What if we kill her?”

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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Beneath Thy Nose Lies Are Told

Lewis hisses through clenched teeth as he desperately gestures towards the upended cash register. Clark stares towards his forehead, arches his neck tightly, and forces his head into the ground as his eyes fall poetically upon the envelope that’s taped to the side of the register.

“Y-Y-Y-YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! Y-Y-YOU HID THE MAP TO THE GOLDEN SHRINE BENEATH MY NOSE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!”

Lewis smiles as he collapses to the floor like a puppet whose string had been cut, while a sea of red forms beneath him.

“Riches untold, desires unmet,” Clark whispers as he drags himself towards the register.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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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An Uncalled For Surprise

“AND I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Gavin yells as he thrusts the revolver forward.

When the bullet explodes out of the barrel with a fiery vengeance, no one is more surprised that Gavin, that is until the bullet strikes Carter in the center of his head.

“I-I-I-I, I didn’t mean to,” he says, as his bottom lip trembles, and he casts a fevered glance over to Michael.

“W-W-What the fuck man! W-W-W-What the FUCK DID YOU DO!” Michael stammers as he drops the cash registers draw to the floor, and the coins explode upward and scatter across the tiles.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Game Of Chance

“One might say, the greatest game ever played. Do you want to take a spin? Do you want to be a part? All it will cost you is several dollars and a few moments of your time. Do you dare? Do you?” He says with a wry smile across his face.

Sharon gives him a wink and laughs. “Go on then love, what’s the worst that could happen,” she says as she slams the notes onto the counter.

He smiles broadly as the cash register explodes open, and the lights being to flicker violently. “What’s the worst indeed.” He says.

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 (Crime Caper), a location (A shrine) and an object (A cash register). 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 Hidden Jewel

As the car slams into the wall, Phillipe launches from his seat and through the windscreen at breakneck speed, then through the shopfront’s window, coming to a stop on the front counter. With a bling the cash register opens as the car outside explodes in flames. Catherine screams in terror as Phillipe slowly gets to his feet and lets out a low gurgling growl.

“W-Wh-W-Where is it,” He mummers. “Where is my jewel!”

Catherine screams louder then passes out, Phillipe looks down at her, then across the room at the doorway, and drags himself clumsily towards it.

“WHERE IS IT!”