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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.)

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Make every word count.

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 99

CHILDHOOD’S END

            “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.