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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Thu Sep 13

Dear Callie

The road ahead of me stretches over the sand dunes then disappears over the horizon; miles of hard, bubbling tarmac becoming a tiny dot. For a minute I almost let myself believe that you’re just over the horizon, waiting.

Whatever. Facts are you’re still out there. I could walk this road for a billion years and never reach you. It’s hard, you know? Like, I wonder if I’m making this up in my head, and you’re fine. No electroshock. No pre-mortem examinations. Just you, happy and well.

But I’m coming, just in case. Whatever is out there, I’m fucking coming.