Outside the school leaves were on the ground, all green and orange and yellow. A group of adults were talking on the corner by the bench that you could jump from. They had deep, grown-up voices and were saying things about stuff – countries in the world and money and things. Oh, the world isContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: New Term”
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100-Word Fiction: ‘Old Neily’
Old Neily was sat by the fire in a rocking chair. His wife was gazing out of the small window into the mist. Before there were proper tracks you couldn’t even get a tractor up the hills, Neily said. When the mist came down you were so soon lost. The trick was to follow aContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Old Neily’”
100-Word Fiction: ‘You Have Three Hours’
They said things had got easier but his head was all over the place and the stifling room didn’t help. He couldn’t think. These memories were forcing their way in and distracting him. Somewhere behind where he was sat, his girlfriend would be chewing on her pen. They would be drinking lots in the eveningContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘You Have Three Hours’”
‘Ice’: a 100-word story
The kid was in the water, gasping for help. The brother jumped in. It was freezing. He reached the kid and put an arm round him. He looked and saw a channel where the ice had broken. The kid was lifeless. He had to be quick. The cold was forcing his lungs shut. He surgedContinue reading “‘Ice’: a 100-word story”
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