Your 100 Word Story
A 2023 OPPORTUNITY
This is the last weekend! Anyone who participates will receive 6 months comped and the next two winners will receive 2 FULL YEARS comped! It’s my way of saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!
Time to flex your writing skills and share your best 50 words to add to mine! Clock is ticking on this giveaway that ends at 10pm EST on Sunday, December 31st.
IMAGE PROMPT
I could tell you where to go with this image but there’s just too many options and the last thing I want to do is influence you one way or another…let’s see if you can impress me! 😉
A 100 WORD STORY COLLABORATION
[MY 50 WORDS]
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
Write your 50 words to follow mine, then copy/paste them into the comments. Be sure to put “[My 50 Words]” first so I know it’s an official entry.
REMINDER: You don’t have to write your story just on Friday!
Free write all weekend long!
HOW TO JOIN THE COLLABORATION
I write 50 words (see above) then you write an additional 50 words.
My 50 must start. Your 50 must follow.
You have all weekend long to copy/paste your 50 words into the COMMENTS section of this post.
My 50 words will always use the IMAGE PROMPT as inspiration.
I will select my favorite 50 word addition to my story and share it in the following ways:
Substack Notes (you will get tagged as well)
Upcoming First Edition email on December 1st and January 1st (respectively)
If you are up for this challenge scroll to my 50 words BENEATH the IMAGE PROMPT! Good luck!
JUST WANNA WRITE YOUR OWN 100 WORD STORY?
Here’s how:
Write exactly 100 words. Not 99 or 101. The Word Count Police are tracking!
Genre? Writer’s choice! So long as you give us all the thrills and the feels.
To Fic or to Non-Fic? You decide. What matters most is that you’re satisfied with the output.
Copy/paste your words in the comments, then share on your own Substack, and maybe, share to social media!
A Note on Substack Notes | Click the 🔄 “Restack with a Note” and copy/paste your story for added reach and growth.
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
“[My 50 Words]”
As dusk began to envelop the village all fell silent, anticipation growing in the cold night air.
Then it happened.
An almost imperceptible sound drifted from the mountains, growing louder by the second… it was laughter! What did this mean?
Confused faces were replaced with fear as the avalanche began
You beat me to this. And you probably did it better, so hey 🙂
Not better. Interesting our minds went to the same place with it 🙂
A laugh in the dark when there shouldn’t be one is a horror classic. Guaranteed spooky vibes.
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 words]
This is the story your children still tell. Once, a fiction. But a story told over and over begins to hold truth.
In the dead night, mangled by years of myth — more monster than mother — and faced with so many taunting children, who wouldn’t be drawn to song?
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Then instead of either, a newborn baby’s cry echoed on the mountain. People stepped into the snow, wondering what it meant. One by one they turned to Haruto, the young man afflicted with that embarrassing case of frostbite last winter, who blushed cherry blossom pink and ran into the dark.
I’m going to give this a shot, I’ll post the results soon.
[My 50 Words]
Children shudder sleep away. Last five years friends’ souls frozen in snowflakes.
Yoyo and Jushiro were the firsts to enter the gaping tree hole. Half past midnight Snow Hallow heard weeping. At a quarter to five Yuki-onna laughing. At sunrise, the children singing—
“It’s their turn to wither through winter.”
As the sun was setting, the people of Snow Hallow listened from their homes. Yuki-onna will emerge soon from her year long slumber. If she’s heard weeping, all the children must hide till the end of Winter. But if she begins to sing, no one in Snow Hallow is safe.
[My 50 Words]
Only fifty years later, no one remembered any of this. So when the singing began, people opened the windows. They went outside, shivering without their coats, to hear the unearthly voice echoing between the mountains. They adored it. They begged for more.
And then, of course, it all went wrong.