I recently attended a virtual creative writers’ workshop hosted by Nicole Breit. It was a five-day workshop designed to inspire and guide writers craft a new 100-word story for each day of the workshop.

How do you describe yourself? It is a simple enough question. I wonder how easy it is to answer and what adjectives might be used, or are they nouns? Some people will associate themselves with their sex,

“Oh come on Bob, you said you wanted an experiment, but you said nothing about the parameters.” “Sweet Jesus! When I said fighting, I didn’t mean to the death!” “You wanted a test of the rays’ effectiveness.

The situation, as I was thoroughly informed, was that no overtime would be approved. It didn't matter that we were short staffed. It didn't matter that my manager couldn't run till. The rules were the

source Dried rice for hunger Rio just got home from work. His stomach is empty because he hasn't eaten. He feels very hungry. When he opened the larder he found nothing. There is no rice, bread or snacks

My entry into @jayna's wonderful Microfiction Contest. Enjoy! Synergy Fred's string company was struggling. Sales were down three consecutive quarters. He checked in with his counterparts at other string

source Too Late We crowded into the bathroom together. Sam unbuttoned her jeans and sat down on the toliet. With bated breath we each held a corner of the stick. A quick kiss. We waited for the result

They stand in the empty room. Everything was gone, there was nothing left over for sale. 'It is a good thing we don't have kids', he said. 'What if we had the 3 we hoped for...' She looked at him for a

At sunset the work is done, the crow said. We all have, what we wanted. The land will be ours again. When... we catch the last ones, they are hiding in the shed. So let us do what they cannot do, work

This morning you graced my ears with the finest of music, a joyful tune, a spell. We danced to the songs of the invisible things. We purred and panted and loved. Then I lifted you wrapped and limp from

{A dear letter to all skulls: you have the bony state that echoes of many a lifetimes, emit to human eyes to render a deep invesitigation, to gross out onlookers when dislodged from the body with all those

Source: Max Pixel The worst of all my fears came true this morning. My wife was at the mall, in tears, hugging another man. Touching his face, smiling. I fled, desperate to drink away the pain. I failed.

{And so we get the holy mother of posts: two haikus from @vdux from here and a Mizu No Oto contest from @marcoriccardi and @bananafish and in that vein two word-cap posts with @jayna's 50-word tasker and

Source: Pxhere | Image here My mother once told me, ‘God will teach you how to love’. I saw my wife hugging a man today in the mall. I ran home. I tried to drink the pain away. I could not. When she arrived

{This post is part of many contests. This one being assorted with the 50-word tasker by @jayna, her's and @thewritersblock's 100-word contest and @vdux's Haiku contest, woo hoo! And of course the main

Leena's hand curled around her walking stick as she inspected the hole in her fence. Two holes, actually: each in the shape of an exuberant, jumping garden gnome. Like most ceramic lawn ornaments, the

I miss my siblings. They keep me in a cage. I am awoken by a figure opening my cage. I go with them. It is better than the cage, but I wonder when I'll grow up and become a person? My new mom gets big,

Hey there everybody! This my entry into The Writer's Block's 100 word fiction contest! Only the smell of fresh snow could have woken her this early. Or a sound she longed to hear. Sydney crept along the

Oak Fractured by Lightning, Maxim Vorobiev | Wikimedia Commons The hills bled this morning. We never saw them coming. They came out of nowhere, mounting horses faster than the wind, their curved swords

source Christina and Charlie had never been happier. “Christina, smile for the camera. Beautiful. Radiant.” Snapshot captured. “Look out Vogue Magazine, here she comes.” “Oh Charlie, you’re such an optimist.”