One Hundred-Word Wonders is a writing prompt that celebrates the marvel of storytelling in a concise form. Within the realm of micro-fiction, writers have mastered the art of crafting complete narratives in just a few sentences.
These bite-sized pieces should showcase the power of brevity, leaving readers in awe of the vast landscapes painted within a mere hundred words. So, how can a story be effectively told in such a limited space? Let's explore the possibilities together.
The theme and word prompt today are the same:
BARTENDER
Write in exactly 100 words, a story, poem, or creative non-fiction in any genre, using the prompt word or theme. The 100-word count does not include the title. Please use WordCounter or your writing software to ensure your piece is exactly 100 words.
Place (copy and paste) your 100-word response to the prompt with its title in a comment below. If you’d like, publish on your own Substack site with a link back to this page.
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These prompts don’t have a deadline.
My response is included below.
Very Dry
Bar at The Stanley Hotel, Estes Park, Colorado | Photo by Caro Henry
The bartender wiped the counter, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each stroke held a hidden message.
A guest approached, his eyes darting from side to side.
“I need a drink that will chase away the ghosts," the guest said, with a tinge of desperation.
“Anything in particular?” the bartender asked.
“A very dry martini,” the guest said.
The bartender poured the drink, a silent offering to the abyss.
"Drink this, but beware," he said.
"What do you mean?" the guest asked, fear creeping into his voice.
"That way madness lies," he said, a warning lost in the shadows.
Any trip around the Boulder/Denver area should include a visit to Estes Park and The Stanley Hotel, whose website proclaims: [The hotel] might have eventually succumbed to the wrecking ball, if not for a fortuitous visit by author Stephen King. A stay of one night was enough to inspire his third major work and first hardcover bestseller The Shining, which remains a landmark masterpiece in a long and well-known list of novels.
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Half way through my “Bartender” story which will hopefully be ready for next Monday if I get time to write it here in Philadelphia. Bruce tonight and running up the Rocky steps tomorrow so a packed schedule 😁
(If you’ll excuse the ‘double tap’, Caro, a story I wrote last year that I’m fond of).
The Looker (100 words)
He wasn’t the only one. The barman mixed cocktails on automatic as he stared at the couple dancing provocatively in the dimly lit corner. It was hard to see where one body ended and another began. What do they say? Get a room. The stranger pressed her against the wall. The barman tired of the show. I was transfixed. The woman smiled lasciviously, her lover’s lips pressed hungrily to her throat. The barman slid the martini towards me. “Maybe stop staring now, fella, give them some privacy”. My voice was a whisper. “But my wife has never looked so beautiful”.
Great story Caro 👍🏼
Thanks very much for the mention 🙏
Half way through my “Bartender” story which will hopefully be ready for next Monday if I get time to write it here in Philadelphia. Bruce tonight and running up the Rocky steps tomorrow so a packed schedule 😁
(If you’ll excuse the ‘double tap’, Caro, a story I wrote last year that I’m fond of).
The Looker (100 words)
He wasn’t the only one. The barman mixed cocktails on automatic as he stared at the couple dancing provocatively in the dimly lit corner. It was hard to see where one body ended and another began. What do they say? Get a room. The stranger pressed her against the wall. The barman tired of the show. I was transfixed. The woman smiled lasciviously, her lover’s lips pressed hungrily to her throat. The barman slid the martini towards me. “Maybe stop staring now, fella, give them some privacy”. My voice was a whisper. “But my wife has never looked so beautiful”.