Tag: 100 word story

One day?

Chris Hall43 Comments

Photo Prompt © David Stewart

It was lashing down that fall, as she stared outside, willing for something to happen. She’d switched on her tv, and sat down on her dilapidated couch. She’d watched some of the news, but nothing had really grabbed her. She’d switched it off.

She’d picked up a trashy novel from her coffee table, as several magazines drifted down to the floor. Another chapter finished, she sighed and put it down. Surely she could do something better than this?

She went into her kitchen, and brewed some coffee. She mused as she poured, then walked back.

Could she be a writer?

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

24 October 2025

That’s a big tree!

Chris Hall78 Comments

Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox

‘We can easily climb that big old tree.’
‘Definitely.’
The two boys dropped their bikes.

They both stared at it, then trotted around.
‘Gosh, it’s so tall, we can hardly see the top.’ ‘No probs though.’
‘Which side shall we try?’
‘Tell you what, I’ll go on the bendy one, and you can go on the straight one.’

The two of them jumped up, and began to climb.
The first one went more quickly on the bendy one, while the straight one was rather slower.
But then they almost met at the top.
‘Well, that proves something,’ as they giggled.|

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P.S. If you haven’t seen me saying something on your post, I believe it’s gone to spam. I won’t just leave a ‘like’.

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

17 October 2025

Funny?

Chris Hall53 Comments

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot

It was the middle of the day and the middle of the week. Always the same, just like clockwork. Only the obvious tasks. She would remove the slightly drooping flowers on the top few steps. She’d already brought some new ones to freshen it up.

She looked up to the tall windows and beyond, she said a little prayer, closing her eyes.
But then it happened, and so quickly.

She walked back, slipped and tripped.
Her beautiful blooms were held up.

But, oh dear.

Her bloomers were on show, just as the old rabbi appeared.
What a confusion…
Oops, indeed.

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

10 October 2025

Going Up!

Chris Hall32 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

A fascinating building, so tall and slick, and some interesting jutting parts. Most peculiar, but in a good way. Fast escalators and faster lifts, let’s not bother with those stairs – that’s too much time and time is money.

Staring at the window, so clear and sparkly, how would that work, she wondered?
It was her first day to work there, as she sat down in her cubicle.

She had many tasks to do, working flat out for more than two hours. Then a voice appeared, ‘you might like to join us by the window.’

And, of course, that’s history now.

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

3 October 2025

Just dusting…

Chris Hall47 Comments

Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She’d been humming in an off-key, as she dusted in the music room, moving things around a bit, but not too much. ‘Well, a job is just a job,’ she muttered to herself, as she decided to listen to the radio.

The music was rather bland, strange that it was tuned to that particular station. ‘What nonsense,’ she mumbled, while tuning further.

‘Ah that’s a bit better,’ as she started to hum again.

Her dusting became more vigorous and more animated.
The music felt almost alive.
Suddenly she grabbed the nearest guitar, and she shouted, ‘I’m going to boogie down!’

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

26 September 2025

Who’s coming for dinner?

Chris Hall24 Comments

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

‘Something delicious to eat this evening,’ as they walked through the hall to the dining room and sat down.
‘We need to order, but we also need to do something else.’
‘True. We should crane around the tables and chairs.’
‘We maybe could have a little look in the library – there is one, isn’t there?’
‘Plus, we could also duck into the kitchen, we could see what is best.’

They stood up, leaving their napkins.
So what happen next?
.
.
.
‘I’ve got it,’ she said. ‘It’s me, Miss S in the hall, with the candlestick.
That’s it, we were playing Cluedo!

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

19 September 2025

Those Guitars

Chris Hall47 Comments

Photo Prompt © Yvette Prior

‘Wow! What a sculpture.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Very much so.’

‘Is it made in bronze or copper, perhaps?’ He peered even closer. ‘Hold on. Are they real ones? I mean, real guitars?’
‘Sure.’
‘But how did you do it?’
The guy… the artist, shrugged his shoulders.
‘But, will you tell me… or is it a secret?’
‘Well, basically just lots of paint.’
‘Could I buy it? Although, I guess it’ll be very expensive.’
‘Not as much as you would think.’

‘Those guitars had been in a locker, but now no-one would pay anymore.
I got it for a song.’

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

12 September 2025

What a car!

Chris Hall46 Comments

Photo Prompt © Ted Strut

It was a good year, in fact, it was a great year, so many people said that.
Do you know why?
I will tell you.

Come, sit down here. Just next to me.
Ahh, such a booming town. Lively, busy, such a good place to be then.
He thought for a moment, and continued.
What a beautiful car. It was my first, you see. Very grand at the time. He smiled, showing his gums.

I wonder what happened to it.
You see, I don’t remember that.
Lots of things I don’t remember now.

Does anyone know?
I guess not now.

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

5 September 2025

Another bar

Chris Hall61 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

She had been staring for some time. She’d been cradling a large brandy glass, and it still wasn’t empty, it was warm and mellow, like she could’ve had a small cigar in the past. But that was long ago, it was so different then.

She watched the young things, who were dancing in the moonlight. She began reminiscing – so many ideas and plans, but nothing was real.

She put down her glass, as she took something out. She fiddled with it, and put it back again. Nothing worked.

She stood up, and walked away.
But no one saw her.

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

29 August 2025

What’s in that building?

Chris Hall50 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

‘That’s a big building.’
‘What’s in there?’
The two of them had been walking around, since they were on holiday and in another city.

‘Well, it’s open…’
‘… and free, apparently.’
Half way up they realised it was a new venture – art, lots of art.
‘It’s a gallery.’

‘Ooh look at these. Installations – and huge ones.’
‘But what do they mean?’
‘Do they mean anything?’

There was several storeys, and all very odd.
‘Gosh, look at these…’
‘… lots of mannequins and umbrellas.’
‘It’s called Art on the Roof.’

‘Beyond bizarre. That’s enough for me.’
‘Shall we go for lunch?’

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