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 (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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Within The Darkness Of Yesterday

He runs a careful eye across the top of the counter and studies the dried blood on the cash registers keys.

“There was four of them, and they came in from the south entrance. He knew them all, they were his friends. An argument flared up over a girl and a book, some relic they’d found in the library of the local church. He disagreed with what they wanted to do, and that’s when they saw something new in him, something otherworldly.” Jarvis says as he removes his face mask, and frowns profoundly.

“Can we save him?”

“We will try!”

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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With A Jiggle And A Wiggle

“We have one solid lead, and I will leave the particulars of that lead up to Detective Newport to discuss,” Commissioner Watts says as she steps to the said, and Newport takes a nervous step forward, giving Watts a disgruntled glance of dissatisfaction as he does.

He clears his throat and stares out at the faces of the reporters.

“The individual in question managed to not only break into the impenetrable safe beneath the government chambers, but they also stole everything that was housed within that safe. Currently we know the individual was dressed in a red and white suit.”

 

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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Give Me The Crucifix

The explosion rips through the wall, sending Agent Davis to his premature end as Sarah uses him as a shield.

She wearily gets to her feet and tosses the burnt carcass of Davis to the side, and strides forward as if she owned everything before her. She casts a wayward glance towards Simon as he sucks in his final breaths, and smiles. “For the love of the order,” she say saluting an invisible leader as she comes to a stop in the front of the mangled cash register that housed the bomb. “This shrine is claimed by its rightful heir!”

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 Headless Candle Topples Over

He slowly places the shotgun down on the counter and leans towards Stephanie. “I’m only going to ask the question one more time, and then it’s not going to be your problem. Now empty the FUCKING register!”

She stares at him with an almost ignorant gaze, smiles, then flippantly laughs, and falls silent once more.

Without hesitation he raises the shotgun and places it against her head. “I FUCKING WARNED YOU GIRL!” He screams as he pulls the trigger tightly, removing Stephanie’s head from her shoulders. But her body still stands, and ever so slowly her head begins to regrow.

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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Trouble With Small Things

“The trouble with this little plan of yours, is that it’s as flawed as your sweet little arse!” Jimmy says as he leans back in his seat laughing loudly, only to find the legs kicked out from beneath him, and he crashes to the floor.

She digs the blade of the knife into his throat and sneers. “THEN TELL ME LITTLE MAN, WHAT IS IT THAT CAN BE STRENGTHENED? OR DO YOU HAVE A BIG MOUTH AND A SMALL COCK?”

He stares at her with a look of horror upon his face as he feels the blade cut his flesh.

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 Plan With No Name

Calhoon tightens his grip on the cash register and grits his rotten teeth. “IT’S MINE GOD DAMN YEE! I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THE ARSE WHIPPING FOR IT, AND I AIN’T LETTING IT GO FOR LOVE OR MONEY!” He screams.

“You did NOTHING but follow the carefully laid out plan that I put together! So in the roundabout scheme of things, IT’S MINE!” Luka bellows as he tightens his grip and tries to free the register from Calhoon’s hands.

“THAT’S BULLSHIT AND YOU BOTH KNOW IT! IT WAS MY PLAN!” Pauly yells as he also grips the register tightly.

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 Matter Of Change

“If I knew you were going to be bitter about it all, I would’ve been more sympathetic to your needs. But you didn’t share any of that shit with me. You just lied to me, like the rest.” He says, as he stares across the counter at her.

Her bottom lip trembles, and tears well up in her eyes. “I-I-I-I, I thought you were different. I thought you’d understand why.”

The register pops open, he grabs a handful of cash and shoves them into her hands. “Well SURPRISE, I’m not. NOW take your FUCKING change and get the hell out!”

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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Wipe Away Your Tears

He stares at the blood as it slowly grows beneath him, and then up into her eyes, as they stare coldly towards him through the wisps of smoke that drift up from the revolver’s barrel.

“A-A-A-A plan expertly performed,” he stammers weakly as he falls to his knees, and the cash register falls from his grip and crashes to the floor between them.

“Sometimes we are but the tools to another’s desires, for you to see that you just need to remove yourself from the picture. There was never anything personal about it, you just served a purpose,” She 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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Rewind Rewind Rewind

A step being the last, as each foot falls behind as the seconds tick backwards. Glenn harnesses the breath that could’ve been his last.

The window opens, then shuts, and opens once more. A repetitive moment repeating.

The bullet pulls itself from his chest, then tears into it once more.

The cash registers till announces itself with a ringing, then slides open, only to find itself caught in the eternal loop also, as it shuts quickly once more.

Glenn stretches, and then pulls away. His face shows the desperation, and then the horror as he realises his is not alone.

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 Rebellious Religious Moment

“Just place the money from the register into the bag, and no one needs to get hurt!” He says with a suave wisp of his tongue.

“B-B-But, I-I-I, I can’t.” The old woman stammers nervously.

He smiles wryly and takes a deep breath. “Do you want to die here sister?”

“N-N-No,” she replies quickly.

His smile broadens, “Good, then we have an understanding. Now, empty the register into the bag, and I’ll make sure you don’t see your lord today, okay?”

“B-B-But you don’t understand. I….” She doesn’t get to finish her words as he grabs her by the throat.

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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Sometimes Flies Are Too Fast

“I think this whole thing is only partway into it’s first trimester, so we shouldn’t even begin holding our breath for some sort of result just yet.” Saffron says with a broad smile upon her face.

“It’s not a fucking pregnancy Saff, it’s a foreboding end to all the things we’ve come to expect as the one dominant race.”

She laughs. “Some dominant race we are, forced up into the mountains, without radar or GPS, no coffee, and no fucking POP-TARTS! So if I want to refer to this fucking thing like I would a pregnancy, I bloody well will!”

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 Fairfax Confinement

“Wichita was the last place I saw any of them alive, just before it all started.”

Silka laughs softly to himself, “You know it started long before any government told us it was happening? Reports talk of mass graves found using sonic radar, and some of the graves were months older than original estimates.”

“You telling me old fire engine Donny knew what was happening well before he let on?”

”Between you, me and these mountains,  I’ve heard that old Donny hasn’t just got a vaccine, I’ve heard he’s got a mother fucking cure.”

“A cure?”

“Yup, nuclear  fucking weapons!”

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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He Who Dared The Climb

“Up, are you sure that’s what we should be doing?”
“Of course I’m sure, up is the only way we can proceed. We can’t go down, the radar shows too many possible inaccuracies that it cannot account for. We climb up, and we keep climbing until we are well out of their bloody reach.” Jethro hisses through clenched teeth.
“You can’t be serious! I’d rather face them, than face whatever’s up there!” Sam yells, pointing towards the mountain top.
Jethro raises a revolver and smiles, “There are grander things to be fearful of out there, than what you can’t see!”

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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His Ears Hears

“I never said his ears LOOKED like a radar, I said he hears like a radar.” Jenny says exasperated as she gestures wildly at the wilderness that surrounds them. “You’re just trying to stir shit up, when all I’ve ever done is stand up for you. Shit, I even agreed to come climb this stupid fucking mountain with you because no one else would, and now we’re fucking lost!”
“Stop changing the subject Jenny, because it doesn’t matter what you said, or how you meant it, I still don’t think Steve will hear us from all the way out here!”

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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Near The Canyon

Justin clutches his stomach and winces in pain, as he takes a desperate breath in.
“Are you done yet?” Colin call out from the other side of the trees.
“I’d be done a lot quicker if you and your radar ears went further up the mountain, so I finish this in peace!”
“Stage fright?”
“That pretty much sums it up. I’ve never been one of those guys who could go, just anywhere. It’s either my toilet, or a well-ventilated toilet that has no one anywhere n-n-nnear the immediate v-v-vvicinityyyyy!” He stammers as he lets rip with an explosive wet fart.

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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Perverted Singularities

Lewis sits on the mountain side and smiles as he stares out into the darkness, before closing his eyes.
“Thoughts lost on the wings of whimsical enchantments like this climb are not worthy of our time, not when others demand our attention.”
“Are you talking about this virus?”
“Aren’t they all?”
“We weren’t until now, so there must be others.”
“You seek others that live outside the radar of society, existing beyond the doorway of liquid information.”
“Liquid information? Are you making up phrases now?”
He laughs as he opens his eyes. “Call it baby steps of a new god.”

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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Don’t Question The Killer

David says before he empties the bottle into his awaiting mouth.
“I-I-I-I’d never get myself into that sort of position.”
“You’re seriously going to sit there, in your current predicament, and argue with me?”
“I-I-I-I, I-m not arguing with you, I’m just saying I’d never find myself in that sort of situation.”
“So,” David says as he freely waves his revolver around. “You’re stuck up here, halfway up this god damn mountain, without any sort of GPS or radar, and you’re arguing semantics with the guy who may, or may not kill you. Are you sure, you’re not slightly unhinged?”

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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Concentration Lost

Kevin grips the rocks tightly as he pulls himself up the mountains side, looking over his shoulder proudly at the wilderness far below. “You couldn’t make your way out of a paper bag with a radar,” he hisses underneath his breath as he reaches out and pulls himself up higher, laughing softly to himself.
“You need a hand bro?” a voice comes from above him, Kevin looks up in surprise and at the same time releases his grip, tumbling backwards towards the ground below.
“Ouch!” Simon says with a broad smile as Kevin hits the ground with a wet thud.

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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A Semblance Of Insanity

Jethro collapses to the ground in a heap, letting out a high-pitched squeal as he does.
“What the hell kid, you blow a tyre or something?” Patton calls out from the front.
“If I had wheels, I would’ve been up this mountain a long time ago, instead of wasting time walking up this sorry excuse for a track. Surely there’s an easier way up?”
“You saw the radar images just like I did. There ain’t no other way up this damn mountain, but the way we’re going. So if you haven’t lost a wheel, get up and let’s keep moving!”

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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That Kiss

“You do realise, that when this is all over we both won’t ever want to see each other again,” Donna says as she wipes a fresh tear from her check.
“You don’t need to tell me twice, I’m in total agreeance there.” Butch says as he stares up towards the mountains summit.
“Really?”
“I’m pretty sure a radar could see this one not working out.”
“I thought maybe we’d at least kiss once before it was all over.”
Butch laughs softly, before loosening his belt, “How about you suck my cock for a while, and I’ll think about that kiss?”