100 Word Challenge | It Has All Ended Well After All

100_word_challenge_julias_placeIt has all ended.

Well, after all, that is the point. Nothing lasts forever. If it did, we’d get tired of it. But I never even got the chance to get tired of him.

His chest stopped rising and falling a few minutes ago. I can’t hear anything but my own sobs now.

No more snuggles, no more kisses.

As I lay in the road, motionless by grief if not from the wreck, I hate the idea of living without him.

A car approaches. It doesn’t see me.

But now I see him.

It has all ended well after all.

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100 Word Story | Noah Looked Worried

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Noah looked worried.

He had never before been vomited upon by a pretty nurse and he didn’t know the protocol.

“Are you okay?” he ventured. “I could grab a paper towel or something.”

She started crying, tears leaving her face red, but slightly less covered in sick.

“I’m sorry,” she tried to say and found she couldn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed softly.

Noah found her beautiful.

“Would it help if I did the shot myself?” he asked.

The nurse looked at him and cautiously handed him the syringe.

Unfortunately, Noah couldn’t stand needles either, and promptly threw up on her.

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100 Word Challenge | The 13

The following is my 100 word story submission to Julia’s Place. The fact that there are 102 words shouldn’t dissuade you from reading it. The prompt words (“the 13”) don’t count toward the total. Enjoy!

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Many have mused over the thirteen cryptic ingredients of Haley’s Miracle Tonic, but only one has made a fortune by his interpretation—Jack Tupper.

“Obviously, the ingredients correspond to a unique mixture of spring water, cane sugar, ginger root, and some secret spices,” said Jack in a rare interview. “What else could ‘bubbling tears, honeyed rod, a red man’s toes’ and so on mean?”

Gruesome as they were, no one bothered to try the literal ingredients until Todd Winston came along. Only he knew that the miracle of the tonic was worth more than Jack’s fortune. With one drink, Todd became all-powerful.

100 (plus a few) Word Challenge | Could I Really Wear That?

Click here to see the prompt that inspired this story.Normally, I follow the rules for Julia’s 100 word challenge and stick to the word count suggested.

This week, I’m being a rebel because the story that came to me could not be trimmed to fit.

Oh well. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it anyway.

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With my folks out of town and Jessica getting out of work early, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck cleaning out my dead grandfather’s office. But here I was anyway. Looking around the room, I knew that this job was going to take forever. When I die, I hope I’m not as big a packrat as he was.

“I wish I had more time with my girlfriend,” I said to nobody, knocking some knickknacks from a shelf in a dramatically futile gesture.

“You could,” said a voice.

I spun around to see a short Arabic man standing amid the clutter of my recent outburst.

“Wishes are my area of expertise,” he said.

“What? Where did you come from?” I spluttered.

The man stooped to pick up a broken jar. “My former master must be dead, for he only used two of his wishes, yet here I am in front of you.”

“Your former master?”

The short man pointed to a large portrait of my grandfather.

“He was a hard man, but smart. Shrewd. He never trusted me. And his wishes made me work hard every day I was in his service. In gratitude for my release, I will grant your wish.”

“What wish?” I asked.

“More time with your girlfriend. Here,” he said, reaching into the folds of his robe and handing me a pocket watch. “Simply press the button on the side and time will stop for you and your girlfriend.”

“How do I know it will work?”

“You just saw me materialize in this office. Besides, I couldn’t lie to you even if I wanted to, could I?”

“Really?”

“Wear that watch tonight. Take your girlfriend out on a date. Press the button and see what happens.”

I looked down at the watch, inspecting it as though I was some kind of expert at paranormal timepieces. “One question,” I said. But the room was empty again.

When I picked up Jessica that night, she commented on my new watch. “Just wait until you see what it does,” I said.

I waited until we were on a busy sidewalk for maximum effect, pulled the pocket watch out with a practiced swing, and pressed the button. Nothing happened for a second… then we heard a shout.

“Watch out!” someone cried as a car jumped the curb to our left.

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100 Word Challenge | Through My Twin’s Eyes

I was adopted, so used to pretend that I had a long lost twin.

I would close my eyes and imagine that I could see what my twin saw. I still imagine this sometimes when I’ve been drinking.

I saw hands that looked like mine, but instead of typing at a computer, these hands held tools high above the ground, building skyscrapers.

I always strained my ears, but even when I listened carefully, I could never hear what my twin heard.

Until the scream, when I saw the ground rush to meet me.

I can’t see through his eyes anymore, but I do feel the heat.

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100 Word Challenge | But where did the noise come from…

Light filtered strangely through the mosaic ceiling. Lightning threw the faces into sharp relief as thunder gave voice to the demons depicted.

Jess stared, transfixed as she listened to the audio tour.

“The Baptistry of Florence has seen the baptisms of many notable figures. In fact, the poet Dante, famous for his Divine Comedy…”

The player abruptly died in unison with the structure’s artificial lights.

Rain turned to hail. Thunder laughed as the mosaic crumbled, revealing a blood red sky.

No lightning, realized Jess numbly as winged figures swept in with the hail but…  Where did the noise come from?

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100 Word Challenge | Brought to you by the letter “C”

“Careful,” chided Charles. “Criminals and curs camp close-by.”

“Chicken,” countered Cathy.

Captain Chadwick chuckled.

“Chaps,” called Chadwick, “Courage can cause cuts. Cowardice certifies calamity. Choose courage.”

“Captain!” called Carl. “Cannibals!”

“Canoes?”

“Canoes,” confirmed Carl.

“Curses,” called Chadwick. “Charles! Circulate cutlasses and clubs. Cathy, climb that cliff. Carl!”

“Captain?” consulted Carl.

“Carry my cap. Crawling covers it in crap.”

Captain Chadwick crouched. Chadwick’s company copied closely.

“Covert crawling for ten clicks, then charge,” the captain commanded.

Cannibals clamored from canoes, combing the crabgrass, closer and closer.

“Curs!” cried Cathy, cliffside, causing confusion.

“Charge!” called Captain Chadwick.

“Courage,” whispered Charles to himself.

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