Tag: 100 words

  • Home

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  I knew as soon as I walked into the busy square, I knew I was home. Home. Home. Home. A word I never was able to repeat to myself until that exact moment. The history resonated out of each building and I could smell the food from various open markets. I walked…

  • Abandoned

    PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds  I always wondered how I could buy the abandoned truck and fix her up. My brother had been dreaming of owning a flatbed truck since he was five and saw one in a cartoon. I knew this abandoned truck had to be for sale… right? One Friday afternoon I got the nerve…

  • The Shadow

    PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda  I knew it was time to move the night I saw the shadows in the window. There had never shadows before Chloe’s murder. I knew one had to be a man due to sheer size and I was trying to talk myself off the ledge I recognized the other shadow.…

  • Poppy’s

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I only went to Poppy’s to see the window. To study the window. I wanted to know how I could do the same thing, but the only problem was the food. Poppy’s had the most fantastic stained glass window in their ceiling, but had the worst food in town. It…

  • Miss Smith

    PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz The library was the only place I ever felt safe. The only place I could check out as many books as I could carry. My parents never kept eyes on me after school so the public library became my stomping ground. Miss Smith came to be one of my most…

  • The Kidnap

    I hoped the auto repair shop would have my best interests in mind.  I was  looking for my father and Middleham Motors was the last place he’d been seen.  Even just getting to this point had been a struggle.  My mother had disappeared from my life when I was only 9 months old and I had seen – with…

  • Life in the Big City

    When I first moved to the city, I felt claustrophobic every minute of every day.  My bedroom was just big enough to hold a double bed and a tiny desk. I had never been one to hold onto material objects and it was serving me well.  Until now, I hadn’t been happy about the move.  The early morning fog…

  • Acceleration

    I always knew the fireplace would be a problem.  Jake obsessed with fire and he hated to clean.  Or at least said he always ‘forgot’ to clean.  I was left with making sure the chimney was clean and nothing easily ignitable was within a few feet of the fire.  The night I came home with the firetrucks filling my front yard, I already had…

  • Rain

    The rain started coming down in waves.  I held my keys in one hand hoping to be able to make a mad dash for my car.  I needed to get home before the real thunder and lightning started.  If I was gone from home too long, I knew I would come home to a house that was completely destroyed. …

  • Passion

    The passion in the artist’s eyes made me long for what I once had.  I once felt like I belonged to a group – to a community – but now I am not so sure.  It really started the weekend of my first “unofficial” show.  My then boyfriend (also a starving artist) had set me up…