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Game
Steven was playing from behind from the start. Every time he made a play to get within striking distance, the deficit grew to the point it seemed out of reach. It didn't matter how aggressively he attacked or how ferociously he defended, the cards were always stacked against him.
If Steven had an opportunity to reflect, he might have suspected someone had rigged the outcome so there was no way of winning. However, that realization was simply too cruel to contemplate, and it hadn't crossed his mind until it was too late.
Steven never even heard his opponent call game.
Our Night Out
Thomas was excited to see Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre. President Lincoln would be attending, and he was overwhelmed with contentment that he’d be there on the same night.
Inside the theater, Thomas took his wife’s gloved hand and offered her a seat before seating himself.
The play was amusing and colorful with a copious audience.
Above, Lincoln sat with his wife Mary enthralled with the actors, then a shot fired, and screams erupted. A man jumped onto the stage and yelled before fleeing, “Thus always to tyrants.”
That would be the one and only time I’d see Lincoln.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Inner Child
A child’s world view is often slanted, by life’s gifts he often took for granted.
Too innocent, young to understand, the gift of true love portends to be grand.
Oh how I wish up to this day, my present happiness could be measured by play.
Fragile psyche as to when as a child came to harm, leads to a life often seen without charm.
The troubles of this life to which I often succumb, often seem monumental in task to overcome .
Having paid over again at a magnanimous cost, will I regain that which I know I have lost?
From Guest Contributor Christopher Baker
Host
I have chips and salsa ready for when the family arrives for Super Bowl Sunday.
The last time I hosted, I ran out of snacks and had to drive to the convenience store to stock up. I missed the most important play of the game and it’s not the same watching it on DVR.
They’re coming up the driveway.
I go to get the beer and my refrigerator sticks. I have to yank it and all the beer bottles fall, break, and spill on the floor.
Looks like I’ll be heading to the store and watching the game on DVR.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Duty And Thoughts Of Alisen
A sweep of peach graced the western sky...maybe. Sleep deprived, he couldn’t really be sure. Vision might be compromised, eyes too bloodshot to discern the ambiguous purity of grey dragging the downpour along the horizon.
And the windows were filthy.
Sunday eyed him from the corner, placid gaze sharpening as her head rose from his Nike, quasi-spaghetti dangling from open maw.
He identified with the drool-laden laces.
“Curious passion,” he said, observing the dog...but thinking of Alisen.
Sunday growled, mouthing the trainer, front paws tensed and backside hoisted by her wagging tail. Play and a walk.
Duty called.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
The Meaning Of Divorce: As Told By A Seven Year Old
My name is Caleb Jones. What does divorce mean? It means daddy doesn’t live here anymore. It means mommy and daddy used to fight, now daddy moved away. I don’t cry anymore. I can only see daddy on the weekends. Oh joy. My room seems grayer than I remember it being. My teddy bear, Howard, I hug him tighter than before.
Should I go out to play today?
No it’s raining, that’s ok I’ll read the book daddy bought me, last Christmas. It’s a good book. I read aloud. I can still smell daddy’s pipe as I read. Good night.
From Guest Contributor, Doug Robbins
Dinosaurs: A Play In One Act
Scene opens with two dinosaurs standing before the erect skeleton of a third dinosaur.
Dinosaur #1: It says here we used to rule the Earth.
Dinosaur #2: That's a myth. Just because our ancestors were large and numerous doesn't mean we ever commanded anything.
Dinosaur #1: You're always such a cynic.
Dinosaur #2: No, I’m a realist. If we had truly ruled the Earth, we could have prevented our own demise.
Dinosaur #1: I suppose you’re right. But what I find really curious is if we are supposed to be extinct, what are we doing in this museum?
The End.
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