101 Word Short Stories
Below you will find all stories that were submitted for this contest.
By Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
The cold against Michelle’s face penetrated through her delicate skin. She couldn’t see through the snow teeming down from the open sky. If only she had walked through town instead of the forest. With numb feet and hands, and throbbing ears, there was a good chance she had frostbite. She forgot her cell phone on…
And the Editors’ Choice Is… “The Idea of You” by Sarah Bakewell Congratulations to Sarah! 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 to check your email……
By Simi Jubilee
Hitman, Lex, calls Governor before letting the killer dogs loose into the house. “I’ll be there in a few.” Lex follows and is surprised to see the father speaking with his daughter, both still alive, the dogs beside them. “All of us weren’t bad. It’s not for enjoyment.” Their skin melts, leaving two small creatures…
Fifteen years later, I see him again. In the green, wet world of rain. We wear sandals, our toes damp and plump. His mouth is the only thing dry. We’re older now, and ruined. Our words spit scabs, salt cutting tongues. Such is love, in the now, in the future of our perfect selves. Back…
By Rachel Khosrowshahi
I’m not that kind of fortune-teller, but I don’t say that at first. Okay, maybe I’m not explaining it right. I just read what they write. It’s in the letters. Like the actual words. You see, handwriting is a gesture of the mind. At first I did it with doodles and stuff. Then I figured…
By Melissa Hrico
Layla arrived silently with a head full of fiery orange hair and flustered scarlet cheeks. A late-autumn thunderstorm that night violently shook the hospital. Torrential rains and screaming winds invaded from the frozen North. By the next morning, the leaves had all fallen. I carefully pulled Layla’s tiny, curled fingers through the empty sleeves of…
Their relationship started innocently: friends who talked mostly online. He was in an abusive relationship, and she was unhappy in hers. They were a support for each other in all ways. For six months, they met whenever they could. Lunch breaks for coffee, dinner, overnight trysts. Every time she said they couldn’t work, and he’d…
