Posts tagged 100 word stories

a pretty sight – 108/1000

It was days before we found her, and when we did, it was a pretty sight.

Yes, I mean that.

There was beauty in finding the last victim, but finding her as she was, her body rigid and cold among the brambles deep in the woods, that was beautiful, too.

Like she deserved to be laid to rest there, and here we came to take her body and turn it into evidence.

It isn’t fair, how some lives end before they really had a chance to begin.

What a beautiful dress she was wearing.

I wonder where she was headed.… Read the rest

frankenlover – 107/1000

‘The doctor says your heart is still beating,’ I write, tears rolling down my face. ‘But it feels like you’re already gone.

You may never read this, I’m not sure what you’ll be able to do, after. Maybe you will walk again. Maybe you will speak to me. Maybe you’ll hold my face in your hands and kiss me.

I promise I’ll do everything it takes to keep us together, forever.

I have the potion. I just have to push it into your veins and they promised you’d wake up!

I just have to do this before your heart stops…’… Read the rest

it’s quite wrong – 105/1000

I’ve never been here before, standing in the rain on the sidewalk with a man running the back of his hand down the side of my cheek.

I’ve never felt this before, this sweet electricity, this furious pulse.

But all I can think about are the folds of my stomach, the skin that stretches my shirt too tight, my lumpy thighs in these pants.

He moves his hand down but before he could get past my neck, I stopped him.

“No, I’m sorry,” I said. “My body is not yet ready to be loved.”

“You are quite wrong about that.”… Read the rest

Just My Luck – 101/1000

“Get what I asked for?”

“You know I got it, why’d I come if I ain’t got it?”

“Let’s see it.”

I watch them open the bag from the corner of my bike shop while a guy has a gun to my head.

I don’t know how my bad luck had them breaking into my shop, but it’s just my luck.

I see the money, and then he turns to me.

“Alright, what do we do with this one?” he nods toward me.

He throws me a bundle and I feel the gun move away.

“You betta stay quiet, kid.”… Read the rest

the ticket home – 83/1000


After the battle, he was lucky make it into the medical tent, let alone get a bed.

He guessed that’s what happens when you lose three limbs in one day; you get special treatment.

With two legs and an arm gone, he wondered whether he would ever walk again.

Nurses and Medics raced between the beds, doing the best they could, but I know a lot of people died that day.

I was one of the lucky ones out in that field, being tended to under the big gray dome of the sky, knowing eventually I’d get to go home.… Read the rest

revenge at the castle – 81/1000


I stormed his castle, crossed the moat onto the muddy ground, pressing myself against the outer wall and shimmying sideways until I found an opening.

I raced up stairs, fighting off swordsmen, and people throwing rocks. But I dodged and ducked and moved higher until I found his room, where he hid from me – with her.

“How dare you barge in here?” he roared.

“How dare you betray me?”

He draws a sword and we spar, metal clanking and breaths huffing, much like they used to between us.

“You deserve this,” I say, and plunged my hilt to his … Read the rest

the verdict – 74/1000


“This is all I can give you,” he said, and it wasn’t enough for her.

She knew before he even said it that those words were lingering in the air between them.

The distance, the caution, the unwillingness to open up and really share a life.

Not to mention being the dirty little secret after years of not being a secret.

But as much as it hurts, it doesn’t touch the fear of being alone, and the dread of having no one to come home to, no one to hold her in their arms.

It never should have been him.… Read the rest

eternal torment – 71/1000


There was that time we were together and not together, when we shared space but not a life.

I can’t forget how much it hurt the days I couldn’t touch you, and how sad it was to even smile at you, because I was crying inside.

We’re never going to be friends now, you and I. If this ends, it ends.

I can’t live in a world where you’re right there and I’m over here and you won’t reach out and touch me.

Eternally platonic, I would have broken to pieces, doing everything I could to feel your love again.… Read the rest

on the topic of isolation – 60/1000

She hated it when he wasn’t there for her.

She loved it when she could be enveloped in her lovers arms, when she could be pressed against him chest to chest, when she could rest her head on his shoulder, when she knew his arms would be there to roll into when she woke up.

The mornings when she wakes up alone, she wakes up weeping.

She knows these cuddles won’t be for long, and she might hot have them very long, either.

But when she gets them, his embraces are like water: she thinks she will die without them.… Read the rest

the sword – 42/1000


I didn’t want to fight. I wasn’t made for battle, I was made to sit on a throne and be quiet and pretty.

When my brother ran in, he was already mortally wounded and died in my arms.

His blood was the anger I needed to pick up his sword and fight back.

A rebel entered. Had I been empty handed, he may have left, but I was armed, and he engaged me.

His sword came down, and I saw the faces of my people in his blade.

I hacked and stabbed and finally killed him.

But all for nothing.… Read the rest