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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Sun Oct 7

Megadik

Mikey sat in a corner of his bedroom, surrounded by a moat of his own vomit and covered in Veronica’s blood. In fact, there was hardly a corner of the room that wasn’t smattered with gore or bile or pieces of torn entrails. The bed was the worst, of course. That was where Veronica – what was left of Veronica, lay on either side of the bed. She had been torn in two.

Between his legs, Mikey’s artificially enhanced member throbbed. It had ripped her apart, just as the spam message had claimed it would. His penis had killed Veronica.