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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: 100
“Daddy, tell me a story.”
Ellen grabbed the remote, turned off the television and climbed onto Jeff’s lap.
“Not now, Doodle-bug.” He gave her a gentle nudge.
After countless life-or-death decisions and run-ins with EMT coworkers, he sought escape through mindless entertainment.
With four-year-old persistence, she settled against his chest. “Once upon a time, in a castle far away, lived a king and his bee-yoo-tee-ful little princess.”
“Then what happened?”
“They…” her voice faded into a yawn and her eyelids drooped.
Jeff’s taut muscles eased. He set down his beer, kissed her silken curls and whispered, “…lived happily ever after.”