100-Word Story: A Quiet Ending

100 Word Story A Quiet Ending

A Quiet Ending

The sound of dripping water filled the whole building. Every drip amplified by the silence outside.

Droplets of water glided slowly through the air, eventually splattering in the growing puddle on the floor.

Dirty water rolled into the cracks between the floor tiles, soaking through the rotten wood below and dripping into the space underneath the building.

A brown rat looked up just in time to see a droplet of the dirty water splash on to his face. The water seeped into his skin, infecting his tiny body with a virus that no human would live long enough to identify.


75-Word Story: Giggles

75 Word Story Giggles

Giggles

Colin saw little men everywhere. Tiny men. Minuscule men. Men so small that no one else could see them. He watched in horror as they tampered with the brakes on his wife’s old car. He tried to warn her. She said he was mad. And yet, in her last lucid moments, as the brakes failed and her car plunged over the edge of a cliff, she thought she heard tiny giggles coming from the dashboard.


Written for the Daily Prompt: Descend

Procrastination

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Over three hours ago I sat down to write a story for this blog. Just 100 words. No big deal.

7 pm: Picked up a pencil and sketch pad (my writing tools). Realised I was low on paper. Spent 10 minutes ordering a new sketch pad online.

7.15 pm: Spent another 40 minutes browsing random junk on Amazon.

7.55 pm: Made a cup of tea. Checked email. Replied to emails. Organised emails into folders.

8.20 pm: Tinnitus irritating the hell out of me, so decided to search through YouTube to find the right music to block it out. Instead, watched a TED talk. Then another. And one more. Then watched some outtakes from Peter Kay’s Car Share.

9.50 pm: Finally found the right music. Pressed play. Laptop froze. Had to reboot. Accidentally put it into Safe Mode. Took forever to load back up.

10 pm: Made another cup of tea. Checked email. Replied to emails.

10.20 pm: Wrote half a sentence. Got stuck. Couldn’t think of the right word to use. Went to Dictionary.com for inspiration. Got sidetracked by Word of the Day (purloin, in case you were wondering). Spent five minutes reading about the origin of ‘purloin’. Still couldn’t find the word I wanted.

10.30 pm: Stared at the half a sentence I’d written. Realised I’m too tired to write a story now. I’m really annoyed with myself 😦


200-Word Story: Going Viral

200 Word Story Going Viral

Going Viral

The man was naked, all except for a pair of sandals and a bright yellow tie that appeared to point down towards his dangling genitals. He ran onto the stage in the middle of a live political debate, watched by twelve million British viewers. He raised his hands and turned to the audience.

“I am the son of God.” He shouted at the crowd.

Horrified politicians stood by, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as the man jiggled his genitalia and grinned into the camera. Security guards tried to grab him, but the man made a run for it and jumped up onto the podium, pushing the Prime Minister out of the way.

“I am the son of God.” He bellowed into the microphone.

Viewers at home stared at their TV sets and held their breath as security staff finally managed to wrestle the man to the ground.

The man became an overnight star. Within days of the debate, he signed a deal to star in his own TV show, The Naked Jesus. Nobody knew what the show was about, but it didn’t matter. The show was guaranteed to be an instant success.


Sorry, I didn’t manage to stick to writing a story every day throughout May – real life got in the way – but I gave it my best shot. 🙂

Written for the Daily Prompt: Farce

50-Word Story: Fluttering

50 Word Story Fluttering

Fluttering

Pink ribbons fluttered in the breeze, flapping against the little girl’s head. She giggled and swatted unruly strands of golden hair away from her face. The wind was getting stronger now; it was time to go home. The little girl spread her frosty wings and floated out over the mountains.


No horror today. The Daily Prompt, Pink, didn’t inspire anything horrifying. Although, I guess I could’ve written a story about skinless baby rats…

100-Word Story: Teeth

100 Word Story Teeth

Teeth

Teeth. Lips. A face. Maybe.

It was hard to tell in the darkness.

They definitely had teeth. She could see those clearly.

Biters. That’s what they were calling them on social media.

No one knew where they came from. They just appeared one night, in the darkness. They appeared at the back of cupboards, in the corners of unused rooms, underneath children’s beds. Sometimes they appeared outdoors in the darkest parts of unlit streets.

Teeth, surrounded by something that could be a face. Or maybe nothing at all.

Teeth that seemed to float in the darkness. Grinning. Always grinning.


I wrote this for the Daily Prompt: Bitter, but I misread the prompt – I thought it said biter. Might be time to get some reading glasses.

100-Word Story: Scabs

100 Word Story Scabs

Scabs

He slid a dirty fingernail around the edge of the scab and slowly peeled it back, exposing the raw meat underneath. Pinprick holes were still visible in the spongy flesh; holes left by the tiny parasites that had burrowed their way into his body.

He could feel them wriggling around beneath his skin, weaving their way through the network of nerves and veins. He wanted to dig his nails deep into his flesh and claw the tiny invaders out, one by one. But it was too late. He could already feel their microscopic teeth gnawing their way into his bones.


Written for the Daily Prompt: Exposed