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.

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Tue Sep 18

Heartsong

Nesta gathered hearts. They came to her as little balls of shimmering yellow light, surrounded by an aura of gilded colours, riding on the winds of change and anticipation. They’d hover above her cauldron, drawn to the lucent liquid that filled it: consecrated water, rosehip, and the beat of his heart. She had never returned it.

She caught them in jars, like fireflies, and lined them up on the rickety wooden shelf. Each night she would pick one to put by her bed; sometimes she could pretend that she’d found her heart, and she’d fall asleep on a happy lie.