Announcing the 100 Word Story Anthology!Each 100 word story is its own kind of special. Now you can read 117 of our favorites published over the past 6 years in "Nothing Short Of: Selected Tales from 100 Word Story."
Lost DownstreamBy Linda Grierson-Irish
Our father was an ancient river god. We, his fish, speared by his glance, gutted ‘til our mangled hearts bled, steeped in his ale-soused breath.
Photo Story: The Doll InsideBy Ryan Dempsey
They’d tried to forget it, tried to leave it in Raleigh, but it made the trip, hiding amongst the other boxes still sealed from the move.
Immediate Family OnlyBy Laurie Ann Doyle
The very least he owes me is a body. A thumb, a wrist bone, the big barrel of his chest. But there my father sits: gray soot in a gold cube.
Photo Story: welcome to the statesBy Madison Blair
my first lover smelled of indiana; cigarettes, dust, and cheap leather. the one after him, kentucky (bourbon and broken horses), and the last, a hint of florida (citrus, salt, and spring break,) and a dash of texas (barbeque, heat.)
KosherBy J. Bradley
You watch your mother and father kiss one last time before their ashes marry, just like what happened to all the other parents.
Full-Length MirrorBy Paul Strohm
Claire has been wanting a full-length mirror in our New York apartment. How come, I want to know. You can look at your top half in the bathroom and you see your feet any time in the shoestore.
Photo Story: Winter BirdsBy Kris Faatz
Every winter, thinner ice on the lake, rotting and fragile. Soon the birds will go farther north, chasing the last crystal cold.
WaitingBy Kathy Steblen
Fourteen days holed up here with peels of wallpaper, like streamers, looping in mock festivity above my head.
MicaBy Rishee Batra
Everything changed when we started to role play. I dressed up as sunrise, you the wanderer staring east over the ocean.
LightningBy Bronwen Griffiths
The lime green coat with piping. She loves the way the coat shines, the contrast of greens, the acid of the lime against the pine-coloured braids.
Ranch HouseBy James Z. Schwartz
A garden-variety ranch house on a street full of garden-variety ranch houses. His tidy room’s a refuge from dirty dishes, unmade beds, soiled laundry.
ListeningBy Charlie Stephens
Through the peeling wall I can hear you snap your bones one by one. Tiny pings of destruction. In the morning you start with your feet: tiny bones are easier.
Photo Story: The Cold BulletBy David Drury
The story goes that when bank robber Wells Duluth was shot dead, the bullet came out the other side encased in ice.
Photo Story: The LiverBy Charlie Stephens
We called that bay “The Liver” then, for its brown thickness, for its shame. We had moved back in like roaches, once the wealthy foreigners abandoned us for someplace cleaner to enjoy themselves.
Thursday 20th September, 2012. It was the very pleasant and fine morning, weather was also fine and the cold winds were blowing . All my tiredness of work had gone away due to proper sleep and I was feeling much relaxed and comfortable so, I made my mood to have a coffee in order to enjoy this government holiday along with the sweet voice of radio. Quickly I turned to my kitchen and prepared a coffee for me within 5 minutes itself. Then According to my plan I began to enjoy coffee along with news headlines and songs on radio.
After some 5-10 minutes when I had the first sip of coffee, the program on radio had turned to a show named “Sacchi Kahaniyan”. This show was all about true life stories, and I was frozen for a minute when I heard my friend Vishal is telling about the experience of our trip to a “forest”. Slowly and slowly as he start speaking about our trip, I began to fell down in those moments when we have planned a visit to forest and finally completed it.
It was some two months before exams we all friends I, Vishal, Anunay and Pretam ,planned to have a trip to some nearby places but all of us wants to do some adventure so, we decided to visit a dense forest in the outskirt of our city. After our exams which were finished in June we all prepared to go on an adventurous trip along with some food, water, torch and most importantly our cell phone.
But the day was so strange we did not find any vehicle which can drop us there, anyhow we managed to find a taxi which took us to the outskirt of the city. Another evidence of the strangeness of the day was Pretam had forgot his cell phone at home. Some of the passers by had told us the way to forest. Forest was looking very beautiful; voices of many birds, insects and animals can be heard properly. As we were moving forward we make a mark on every tree in our path we would remind us the exit of the forest, and it was firstly decided that we will always keep our mobile in switch on mode and contact each other if we lost in the forest.
As we were moving forward Pretam felt that somebody is following our foot steps but leaving his intuition to a joke we moved on. When we reached in the interior of the forest we lost our way and suddenly the smog spread every where and we were not able to see each other properly all of us got very scared of what was happening around us suddenly we noticed that Anunay is not with us, then we heard someone shouting and we thought it was Anunay, so we started searching for him but due to white smog we are not able to find him. Then I got an idea to call him and ask about his position so, I tried to call him but because of network problem we were not able to contact with him and as the day was strange our torches were left to no use in such dense smog.
After walking for 2-3 hours, I again tried to call Anunay and this time I was succeeded in getting a reply from him and he told us about his location. Vishal went to find Anunay and we were waiting for them near the marked tree. At this time the dense smog also had reduced to lighter now things can be seen properly. We were constantly trying to contact Anunay and Vishal with our cell phones so that it will be easy for them to find each other. And after 1 hour we heard good news from Vishal that he is succeeded in finding Anunay. We felt very happy and relaxed to see each other. Then with the help of marks created by us on the trees we came out of the forest. Really it was a very strange day, as every one had thought that we will enjoy the trip but came home in a scared mood. We thanked God for protecting us and our cell phones which helped us so much to remain in contact with each other.
Suddenly the sound ringtone of my cell phone distracted me from my thoughts. I picked up my phone ,it was Pretam and he told me about the program running currently on radio. At the same time Vishal on the radio had finished his story, show operator thanked him and asked him to write a story on this incident.
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