100

A short, short story every day. No more than 100 words. No less.

The Rules

Only one story per day.
Only 100 words per story.
No post-publication editing, save for spelling errors.
Sudden illness, lack of internet access and emergencies only temporarily excuse the author.

100 was created by Melissah Burt but is probably not an original idea. All work is protected under a BY-NC-SA 2.5 Creative Commons License.

The author accepts challenges, which can be submitted via this form.

Interested in the process? Check out melissah.net | Writing every Sunday for author commentary and your opportunity to offer opinions and feedback.

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Sat Sep 8

Do Over

The sky was a purple bruise, the lightning white lacerations against the sickly surface. The land was as ill as the sky; a dry, chapped memory of a better place.

Perched on the gentle slope of a tall hill, hidden from view by stubby remnants of a forest, Red surveyed the dead world. She had been walking for hours, and now her calloused feet were crying for respite and her back was burning from bending.

But Red was too busy to stop. She delved into her pocket and retrieved another shriveled seed.

And planted it.

And watered it.

And prayed.