#016 Your 100 Word Story

Let’s get this weekend write-life started! Write whatever sparks joy for you.

Here’s how:

  • 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.

REMINDER: You don’t have to write your story just on Fridays! Take this sentiment and free write all weekend long!

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    • Feasts and Fables

      Clever way of approaching humankind’s impact on the natural world. Thought-provoking. And congratulations on the paid subscribers signing up. How encouraging.

      • Reena Kapoor

        Thank you so much! I was trying to draw attention to how we lose sight of everything we have to be grateful for. I appreciate your reading.
        And yes, It’s a start especially since all my content is free. Happy writing and thank you for your comment.

        • Feasts and Fables

          Ah, of course, I see that in the words you’ve written. Happy writing for you too.

  1. Feasts and Fables

    Pedal Like The Wind
    Dark clouds gather without warning. The gentle breeze quickens, the crackle of the dried maize stalks whispers malevolently. The whirr of wheels is drowned out by the rustling of leaves. The atmosphere grows claustrophobic, dense, stifling. Pushing on, pedalling faster. Outerwear retains the heat and creates its own microclimate. Pedal like the wind, escape the weather front. The first spots are exaggerated, oversized. Faster, but no match for the clouds sprinting towards you, alongside, over you. Incessant now, the deluge. Laughing now, what else is there to do? Hysterical in the face of the storm. No worries, we are waterproof.

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