The 100 Word Stories Weekly Challenge!
Are you breathing? Do you have a heartbeat? Then I've got a challenge for you! Actually, a friend of mine has put forth this challenge to anyone that can type, record and email. His name is Laurence Simon and he's been producing the 100 Word Stories podcast for over 4 years. He writes and records a daily story composed of exactly 100 words. This form of extremely short fiction is known as a Drabble.
The 100 Word Stories podcast invites anyone who want join in on the fun. You don't even need to be a professional writer or a master grammarian. Heck, just look at some of my stories and you'll clearly see that they accept pre-school level writing. All you have to do is write a 100 word story based on the weekly theme, record it and email it by midnight on Saturday. Laurence then compiles them every Sunday into one recording for your listening/reading pleasure. Once you've heard them all, you can vote for the one (or more) that you liked most.
All of my stories are posted here but make sure you go on over to 100 Word Stories and listen to all of the stories for that week, and then vote for
Weekly Challenge #269 - Topic: Read
Two gentlemen, one in a very expensive camel colored tweed jacket, the other in a dirty and dingy grey hoodie with holes in it.
Two lives, one that studied abroad after earning his masters in philosophy, the other studied philosophy in the streets of Brooklyn while earning a living.
Two players squared off face to face, one reading the stoic eyes of his opponent, the other calculating the moves he must make to bring the other man down.
One Chess board lays open in-between the two combatants while two friends see no difference whatsoever in the man across from himself.
Weekly Challenge #268 - Topic: Toxic
Putrid… that’s the only word that describes the stench that enveloped my nostrils that day.
For each and every breath I took, a bit more of that toxic aroma filled my olfactory and overwhelmed my nerves. I became unbalanced as my knees began to shake and give way. My vision flickered and proceeded to close in from all sides as if some tiny being was slowly walking from the back of my brain to the front, turning off the lights in each section and closing the door.
Light became dark, dark became comfort. Rescued was I, from Aunt Agatha’s meatloaf.
Weekly Challenge #267 - Topic: Ocean
Weekly Challenge #262 - Topic: Rebirth (sort of)
Weekly Challenge #256 - Topic: Tunnel Vision
Weekly Challenge #256 - Topic: Warped
Weekly Challenge #255 - Topic: Vestiphobia
Weekly Challenge #254 - Topic: Consternation, Floor Wax, Firewood and Deadly Marshmallows
Weekly Challenge #253 - Topic: In my happy place
Weekly Challenge #252 - Topic: Paris & Quality Control
Weekly Challenge #251 - Topic: Marbles
Weekly Challenge #250 - Topic: Eye Drops and It's Just Magic
Weekly Challenge #249 - Topic: Frozen Bananas
Weekly Challenge #248 - Topic: I saw the light
Weekly Challenge #247 - Topic: Are we there yet?
Weekly Challenge #246 - Topic: Fake
Weekly Challenge #245 - Topic: My hat's off to you
