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As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 99
“Tell me about your childhood.” Audrey tapped her pencil against her cheek and pierced me with her eyes.
I squirmed into a fetal position in my chair. “Bicycles, Barbies and circus clowns.”
“Why are you starving yourself to death?”
“I eat.” I counted the knots in the carpet.
“Popcorn and celery. 85 pounds and dropping. What have you buried?”
“Nothing. I remember my childhood in detail.”
“You invented it.”
To make her prying stop, I shut my eyes. In one heart-stopping moment, long dormant memories stirred and shattered my perfect life.
“The first one was my uncle,” I whispered.
The song’s intro is kind of long but it begged to be included.