Tag: The Fourth 100
The fourth 100 one-hundred word stories collection.
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In the River | A 100 Word Story
#365 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
The river raged with souls untamed Of those who never had a name, They must go where the water takes them Hoping home will come again. Take them to an unknown place Where everyone has a face, And speaking truth is met with grace To get there we must stop this chase. Now the raging river has calmed To let us through the great beyond, Please wait for me if you get there first I’m drowning yet I feel such thirst. Against the river we all must go Fear not the dangers of below It is safer than you know.
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She | A 100 Word Story
#364 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
She ran like the wind when no one was chasin’ Not a care in the world when things were easy. And she jokes with her friends at the end of the day, They’re gone now—in her heart they stay. She says when she grows up she’ll still laugh and smile But she’s changed—she’s not the same. And the friends in her life, they come and they go, She can’t help herself, they need her, she knows. At the end of her life she’ll sit down and say It was fun, I was happy, I did it my way.
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Just a Game | A 100 Word Story
#363 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
It was just a game, That’s what everyone kept telling me But where were their voices When the game turned deadly? And my life was on the line. Now no one has words Only empty explanations They try and try to be more caring About a choice, a move, a crime. It wasn’t a game. There were definitely rules. I broke every one— Faced with consequences in the mirror. My choice, my move, my crime. I tried to be more caring Talk myself through fake accusations, Your life on the line The game has just begun But I’m walking away.
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Not Earth | A 100 Word Story
#362 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
We looked to the sky for their sign They said keep watch, help was coming Two decades gone and not a word or signal Hope dashed away on the tale end of stars Every night a comet flies by We are planets away left alone and abandoned Waiting for hope to eventually come Have they forgotten us like the setting of the sun On a mission to find life Instead we rather end life None of us wanted this life Where is our promised new life? In the dust of a forgotten planet Look beyond the stars to find us.
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Pianist | A 100 Word Story
#361 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
With trembling fingers and beating heart She sat up straight in her chair A bead of sweat threatening upon her brow There was no backing out Only thing to do was start The keys she tapped came naturally Her fingers played each note Feeling the instruments that joined in The sheet music a distant memory She only need listen to her heart The bead of sweat fell with little notice Followed by another Worried that she may never finish Before her time would be cut short Then she saw red upon the keys She cried and touched her last key.
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On the Line | A 100 Word Story
#360 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
Terrible and bitter sweet, She checks on her garden and tends to her clothes— Hanging on the line, Blowing in the wind, Drying under the hot Summer sun of the day. She thinks no one’s watching As she sways to the music carried on the wind, A bird perches on the limb of a tree, Watching her every move—waiting. Another joins the bird…then another— Then four more. She keeps on dancing her tuneless score, Smiling at a neighbor jogging by. They look up at the birds Run faster! Get away! Soon there’ll be another feeding, A bird buffet.
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Too Soon | A 100 Word Story
#359 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
The pendulum swung from side to side It never stopped, it never died. For it the pendulum stops it’s swing, The whole world must begin again. In mixed expressions from on high, Lightning crashed down from the sky. It split a tree and broke the earth, Signaling the dawning of a new birth. Until such time as dawn should rise, No one would question or even try. Till danger brought a tree right down, And forced us all to blame the clown. With faces full of yesterdays sad news, Accepting all the verbal cues, To say goodbye—gone too soon.
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The Message | A 100 Word Story
#358 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
Years Of sUrrender gone in a whisper and Trouble sHeds Its Nightly sKin because skY gOds are Under clouds and Kings Need sOme Water to drown in MEadows where the sycamore grows. Yet weather’s gOne hiding Underground tHe night mAkes us Victors and hEalers to the needy but what caN becOme of the small yet Insignificant man anD his Earlier plAns to die Try telling your tale to tHE crowds who don’t care who QUestion Every ExterNal move you try to make And wilL you With A Yearning to See the rising sWelling tIdes that siNk even the mightieSt ships
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Road of Dreams | A 100 Word Story
#357 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems
There is a road where none exists, and comes with the rising of the moon. It goes to a place, a far away land, then disappears with the break of day. The road quickly vanishes, but the sounds of the people fails to fade. They walk amongst us even now. Listen carefully to their laughter and cries. Their souls can only live in darkness, hidden away from our eyes of judgement. One day they hope to see the sun again. Be part of us, dance and sing again. Until that day they hide away, along the hidden road of dreams.
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