Friday, March 11, 2011

Day off Challenge

Anyone out there?

I mentioned the other day that on days that we are off, I would try to post.

Your challenge today is to write a short story in only 100 words. An entire story with a beginning, middle and end. It's called a short short strory.

No other rules, just 100 words. Oh, and have fun!


  1. George and I were trying to get lots of sleep before we went hunting. We woke up got half-dressed and then his dad tells us to eat before we go. George went to a different spot to sit and so we got set up and nothing but birds and squirrels. We went to a different spot the next day, where we jumped a deer and I shot three times and missed. I went to a different spot with my friend Paul and five hours later two deer pop out. I shot and I ended up getting a doe. :) JB

  2. I walked through the woods and looked around. It was dark, dreary, cold, and heartless in every way. Rain was pouring down and the trees weren't making an effort to shield it from me. I was like someone was trying to run me out of the forest indirectly. I heard a twig snap and my head whipped around. There was a man, a man so big he couldn't be a man, but he was. I could just barely make out his features. His face was grubby and pudgy and his eyes were as cold as the forest. His muscles rippled like earth in an earthquake and he seemed to be looking for something. He held a machete and I took the risk of eye contact. I stared into the dark abysses that were his eyes and he looked right at me. Then he ran as fast as his legs (which were humongous) could carry him in my direction. I barely had any time to think...

  3. Sorry, I used too many words. I couldn't close it up fast enough.

  4. This is a fable that hits the 100 word mark and has a beginning, middle and end. I thought it would be a good example. And it has a moral :)

    The Fox and the Grapes

    One hot summer's day, a fox strolled through an orchard until he came to a bunch of ripe grapes on a vine trained over a lofty branch. "Just the thing to quench my thirst," he cried. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a “One, Two, Three,” he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he sought the tempting morsels, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: "I am sure they are sour."

    Moral: It is easy to despise what you cannot get

  5. Here's another - I don't know the author. . .

    Wrapped in tissue and stored in the cupboard beneath the stove, it waited. Yellowed masking tape held the binding's tattered edges together. Still, the dog-eared pages were intact. Inside the front cover, written in her finest penmanship:

    March 6, 1951 AnnRachel Kenel

    The young girl carried the treasured cookbook to the kitchen table and carefully opened it.
    "It still smells like Grandma's house!" she marveled.
    Her mother knowingly turned to page 202. "Shall we start with Lebkuchen? Grandma baked them first every Christmas."
    "Those are my favorite."
    "I know."
    "Grandma always put 'an extra cup of love' in hers."
    "We will, too."

  6. School was done for the week, and I was getting off the bus. Rain was drenching my raincoat, and puddles surrounded my boots. The sky was gray and the weather melancholy. The lights in my house were off, and my whole cul-de-sac was black. What a downer, I thought to myself, awful weather for my birthday and nobody’s even here. I would have to wait until my parents came home to do anything, which was nothing more than a low-key dinner. My driveway seemed so long today. I open the door, turn on the light, and hear everyone yell, “Surprise!”

    GJ-Exactly 100 words!!!!!

  7. Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Tom and he had a lot of duct tape of all different colors like red, pink, orange and all other different colors. One-day Tom's family was robbed. The robber took all the families duct tape money and most of all the family's dignity. The family cried and cried. Until one day, the police caught the robber and the family got all they had lost back. And they lived happily ever after. THE END
    By JF 85 words

  8. Nothing to do but bathe in the last rays of sun before the first day of winter. I sat there with the aging porch swing rocking back and forth back and forth wondering when the first delicate snowflake was going to float onto the ground. I could smell the cake from inside the house drifting through the clear glass window. Trying to decide when I should get up from the hypnotizing rock of the porch swing. I stood up sadly looking at the fresh green grass knowing that it soon wouldn’t be green but white, and turned toward the house.


  9. I stolled down the street. It was a Friday night. Shoving my hand into my sweatshirt pocket I pulled out my gold coin that my Great Grandmother had given to me. I turned the coin over and over. Then the familar feeling of it in my hand was gone. Looking to the dirty sidewalk I saw it roll pass a peice of chewed gum and there it went into the sewer. I ran over. I looked down into the holes but it was no use, it was gone. I got up, wiped the grime off my jeans and walking home.

  10. My Mon flipped the pancake into the air. PLOP. It landed perfectly on the end of her wooden spatula. The sugary sent of maple syrup filled my nose , as the excitement of thepf catching the pancake dropped. Literally dropped. Onto the floor. "MOM!!!"my voice cracked. The perfect catch and she drops it. Nothing, silence. My brain spun. Circled and circles flying past. My ears were ringing. Sweat forming on my forhead. Why? My heart pounded like nothing before. Before I knew it I had let out the loudest, blood curtling scream I had ever heard.