Tag: 100 word story

Precocious, she was…

Chris Hall54 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

‘I want to go on the dodgems. The bright purple one looks best.’
She grins, looking to her older brother. ‘Pretty please?’ As she jumps up and down, then waves her little hands.

‘You’ve got the money, haven’t you. And I’m sure we’ve enough.’
She wheedles her older brother. And it always works.

‘Look, it’s stopping.’
She grabs his hand and almost drags him over to the pretty bright purple bumper car.

She jumps in. She’s always the driver, even though she can only just reach that pedal. Then he pays that tall guy, and they are off. Broom, broom!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

23 January 2026

Lift-off…

Chris Hall53 Comments

Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast

It had been quiet as usual, apart from those times when the services were on. I had a part-time job in the cathedral. I did various tasks, from the top of the gantry to do the stained-glass windows, to the lowest part in the crypt where I moved odd objects, but very gently.

I had been in the crypt, but for some reason I headed up. There was a strange noise, and it was getting louder. And then the whole ceiling disappeared into the sky, as the crypt ripped out.

I stared, and stared. It was a spacecraft. How extraordinary!

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Genre: Sorta Fiction
Word Count: 100

16 January 2026

Who did it?

Chris Hall53 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

What’s happened to that pond? It was fine last time I looked.
Who broke the edges? And who messed with the middle?
There’s still a little fountain, and it’s still working, although it’s a bit wonky.

It looks like ice, but it can’t be, since it’s spring. Proper spring now. Most odd.
I shall have to sit on my haunches and squat down. Then I can peer and look more closely too. Ah, that’s much better.

There have never been fish there, but something is moving.
Lots of them in fact.
Tadpoles, my children!
‘Ribbit, ribbit, it’s me, ribbit, ribbit!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

9 January 2026

Me and my Dad

Chris Hall61 Comments

Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox

Dad was a happy driver, and I could sit next to him now. ‘Clunk click every trip’ as we said at the same time.

We arrived at a kiosk by the park. Dad parked his almost new car – a navy-colour Hillman Minx. I had got out, and I hurried over there. There was no-one around, but there were lots of flyers. ‘I’m going to take one of each.’

Dad had been reading his newspaper while he waited for me. Then we strolled around the park, and I had my new camera. I clicked, and clicked again. It was such fun.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Non-Fiction
Word Count: 100

2 January 2026

Just visiting

Chris Hall46 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

That dining room wasn’t used anymore. It’s a beautiful table, mahogany, and still pristine since it’s usually covered up. She walked around it, slowly. Almost reverently. And then she stopped at the top of the table. There were so many memories.

With her eyes shut she thought about what she’d done.
A little girl, wearing a pretty dress for Christmas.
And all those grown-ups.

She flashed a thought. Opening her eyes.
Should she look at that covered up mirror? Would she dare?
But no. Too many ghosts still here.

She’s going to leave forever. There’s just one thing she’ll take…

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100

26 December 2025

The sea, the sea

Chris Hall50 Comments

Photo Prompt © Peter Abbey

As she walked along the beach.
And on her own.
So many memories. Some good, some bad, and some in-between.
Believe the impossible. A small smile. Did she believe that anymore?
She stopped. She looked out at the ocean.
Always beautiful – fair weather or storm. There’s no telling beyond the seasons.

How many years had flown away? Is anyone left?
The sands would know.
Would they say?

She turned, but looked back again.
Is it over, she wondered?
Another story to break?
So many broken hearts…
Couldn’t it be happy – just once?
But it’s time to move on.
For her.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction with a lot of Fact
Word Count: 100

19 December 2025

Ooh, a picnic

Chris Hall65 Comments

Photo Prompts © Dale Rogerson

The two boys were laden with presents as they grinned to each other. Great Aunt Margot was chatting to stallholders while holding her huge basket.
‘It’s a lovely atmosphere when it’s Christmas,’ she said.

‘We can sit down by that useful bench, and we can have a little unprompted picnic. I assume you’re both hungry?’
‘Always,’ they chortled.
‘We’ve crispy baguette, some creamy butter and some pâté.’
They munched for a bit.

Then Great Aunt Margot said, ‘that’s enough for now. All we need is a smallish tree and we can hoist it back home.’
And that’s what they did.

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

12 December 2025

Moreish…

Chris Hall64 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘We went into a little supermarket, didn’t we?’
‘We did. Happy memories…’
‘It was in a foreign place and quaint. You remember?’
‘Greece?’
‘Not that time.’
‘No, you’re right, it was Turkey.’

‘We sat down, since there was a few tables.’
‘And we drank some very thick and sweet coffee.’

‘Then we had a little look around the shelves…’
‘… and we bought some postcards and we sat down again and wrote them.’
‘They even had some stamps.’

‘Then after that we bought a tiny bottle of raki.’
‘And what else?’
‘You must remember that?’
‘Oh, of course – Turkish Delight!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

5 December 2025

Where are my glasses?

Chris Hall48 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

So where are they?

She’d looked in the bedroom and bathroom. She’d looked in the kitchen and dining room, but no. She was almost positive she had left them in the living room since she’d been reading. She sat down by her coffee table.

She had a thought.

Maybe those glasses had fallen under the couch. She knelt down and poked around, just as her cat appeared. They were at the same level. The cat playfully tapped one paw at her cheek. Suddenly, those glasses dropped from her head.

Aha, clever cat! Those glasses had been there all the time.

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Genre: Anecdote
Word Count: 100

28 November 2025

So windy here!

Chris Hall35 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

At last, something worked, she grinned, I’m so happy!

She had looked out very early, just as the sun poked up. She could see it was fine, as she showered and dressed quickly. She brewed her coffee, as she continued to smile; she wondered what this particular one had managed to cling on to life, since so many hadn’t. Dreadful really, as she mused while supping her coffee.

It was very windy, as usual, as she stepped out into her kind of garden. There it is, as she looked up. My first pretty rockery with some real living little flowers!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

21 November 2025