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 word prompt and theme today are the same:
JOURNEY
Write in exactly 100 words, a story, poem, or creative non-fiction in any genre, using the prompt word, theme, or both. 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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I sat on the deck on a worn wooden crate, gazing at the changing hues of the sea, from sapphire to cerulean, lost in contemplation.
Everything was as I remembered—the creaking ship, the scent of brine mingling with the ripe fruit in the cargo hold, the raucous cries of seagulls as they circled overhead, and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull whispering tales of ancient seafarers and hidden treasures. As I sat, I felt the weight of the years lift.
On the horizon, the islands ascended like emerald jewels, beckoning me with promises of adventure and discovery.
Author’s Note
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Two Women Dancing: A Journey in 100 Steps
We set out. The road: a manuscript of lives.
You and I: present tense, imperfect aspect.
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Your breath harmonizes with the wind.
I collect it in the spaces between my ribs.
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Night unfolds its dark fabric. We walk.
Time: a shared burden, lighter for the carrying.
Our silence: heavy with unspoken languages.
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Eyes meet. Suddenly: recognition.
Not of the path, but of you.
Unfolding: like a flower in reverse video,
human blossoming from stillness.
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No traveler steps on the same path twice.
We say: No couple walks the same journey twice.
The voyage is not the road, but the continuous
translation of self into other, and back again.
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In this motion, we find our stillness.