Tag: 100 word story

Very modern, isn’t it?

Chris Hall61 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

‘That’s odd.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well… look.’
They both stopped.

‘It’s a new building.’
‘So?’
‘All those structures feel unreal.’
‘What??’
She continued to stare. ‘Definitely peculiar.’

‘But I wonder whether we could get a coffee there?’

They walked up to the building, but then they were both stumped.
‘There’s no doors.’
They peered into the coffee area, although there was no coffee brewing.
‘I don’t think they are real people. They’re definitely busy, but I’m sure they are all bots and artificial cloning things.’

Suddenly all the windows became opaque.
‘More than weird.’
‘Let’s back away… and quickly.’

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

6 March 2026

A sunset surprise

Chris Hall70 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘Aliens? Can’t be.’
‘What d’you mean?’
‘Oh… nothing.’

They stood together watching another glorious sunset, and saying nothing for several minutes.

‘So why did you mention aliens?’
‘Whoa. Look.’ She pointed her finger as a bright light zoomed across the sky.
He said nothing.
‘Didn’t you see it?’
‘Nope.’
‘Hmm,’ she huffed.

She was still looking around the sky, when another one happened. ‘It’s that little bright green light again.’

But then it dawned on him. ‘Our son’s sitting just inside. He’s playing with a laser pointer pen and it’s green.’
‘Well, at least he’s stopped doodling on our walls!’

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: It’s been one of those weeks.
Words that Don’t Particularly Count: 100

27 February 2026

Barbeque?

Chris Hall50 Comments

Photo Prompt © Lori Wilson

Barbeque? Well, not usually called it here. We prefer the word ‘braai’.
But it’s just a way to say, ‘howzit’.

It’s time to open some beer… naturally, and to make sure all the meat is arranged around the grill, since everyone has something different.

The women have brought salads and stuff. They’re already ‘skinnering’ (gossiping), and very happy with that. Now it’s the perfect time for ‘sundowners’ for the girls… some lovely white wine – and chilled.

Route 66? Almost. This is Route 62!

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

20 February 2026

Park place

Chris Hall49 Comments

Photo Prompt © David Stewart

She had been moseying along that long sidewalk, since she had little to do that day. The street was wide and very, very straight, as she continued to walk on. There were trees on the left and trees on the right, and they had been planted for some years.

She almost felt that she should hug a tree.
But that would look daft.

A little later she entered the park there.
There was a handy bench not far, so she sat down.

Opening her big bag, she took out her writing book and a pen.
Then it became a poem.

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

13 February 2026

An interesting apartment

Chris Hall57 Comments

Photo Prompt © Jennifer Pendergast

It was my first pad, and for the first time it was just me on my own.
Rent, of course, but not too expensive. Well, it was pretty tiny.

Partly furnished, all old stuff, but usable.
A single bed, a little rickety. A big cupboard, a dressing table (hideous), and a chest of drawers.

I’d a beanbag and a couple of big cushions, my clothes and bedding, my books and the darling record-player, plus some albums.

On the landing there was a shared kitchen and bathroom.

The first night, I’ll never forget that.
I woke up.
A ghost appeared.
Perfect.

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

6 February 2026

Retro cake

Chris Hall61 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

‘Look at that wonderful cake,’ she said.
‘Nice,’ he said.
‘Right in the middle of that excellent cake shop.’
‘I realise that.’
‘It’s gorgeous… three layers, lovely, and it looks rather retro.’
‘It’s big.’
‘It’s just that… well, I was thinking, you know…’ as her voice trailed off.
He said nothing.

‘Are we moving to the next shop?’ he asked.
‘Oh no, not quite yet,’ as she lingered. ‘We could have an anniversary treat… it’s just a little bit early.’

‘Yep, that’s what we should do.’
She opened the cake shop door.
He followed her.
‘It’s flower power, isn’t it.’

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

30 January 2026

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 Hall54 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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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
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