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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Tue Sep 25

Is It Art Yet?

A lump of greyish clay, misshapen and ugly and drying at the edges, lay neglected on the dented art table, as it had for over three hours now. And for three hours Melody had been staring at it, uninspired, wishing that it would become art.

The exhibition was on Tuesday, and she had a lump of clay.

‘Wow.’

Melody looked towards the door and the source of the voice. It was Sascha: groveller, poseur and professional #1 Fan.

‘Wow, Melody, that’s amazing. Those lines are so desolate.’ Sascha moved to Melody and asked ‘what do you call it?’

Melody sighed.