101 Word Short Stories
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
By Ahaa Jan
Beyond the grille of Bella’s cage, without whispers, they pity and pronounce: Poor girl, still moves like she’s on a hot tin roof. See, her world’s upside down, uncorrected by her brain. But inside, Bella is dancing on the ceiling, listening loudly to the experimental beat of her heart. Forever wearing floral onesies and cauliflower…
And the Editors’ Choice Is… “Body Physics” by Nathan Alling Long Congratulations to Nathan for winning a Kindle Fire. Secret Prize If you don’t know about our weekly book giveaway, now is a good time to know about it. I buy one lucky reader a book every single week…it’s pretty simple stuff. You just have…
– Uch, Nuala. How’s you, love? – Aye, not too bad Maureen, I suppose. – What about your Martin, Nuala? Is he over his legs, from that time? – I haven’t a clue. Sure he left me in January. – He what? Jesus, I didn’t hear that. I’m sorry, love. – Took up with some…
As the lost soul frolicked in the forest, she came upon food, given by Mother Nature, growing from the ground next to a mossy green tree. She breathlessly devoured these raw dirty vegetables. She heard sounds coming from behind her. There was a little girl with the voice of an angel. The child hurried away…
By Sonal Soni
In such a tumultuous time, the masses beg for mercy and forgiveness. But the enlightened do not beg. The enlightened know begging is asking for something they cannot have. Will never have. Instead, the enlightened use a powerful force: hope. It is hope that will guide them through the uncertainty and violence. Seemingly, the conflict has…
By Patrick Austin
As the autumn sun begins to rise, he crawls from the bed. Exits the room, and heads for the kitchen. Same routine as always. Dragging his feet across the cold tile floor makes him aware the day has started. He reaches for the coffee, thinking of the soft pillow he left moments before. Knowing full well the only thing…
Stand at the outer barricade, and see the disheveled children wandering aimlessly, searching for other models just like them. They are the obsolete. Exiled to the barrens, where the sight of lifeless little bodies still makes one feel uneasy. Observe the melancholic nature of those remaining; watch as they struggle and wade through the hoards,…
