100-Word Fiction: ‘The Disappeared’

With one small bag and no note he became the next of the disappeared. He was seventeen. They searched for him on maps but the maps were empty and sand covered them. They searched for him across websites but found only redacted rhetoric. He was gone. And he was gone before he was gone. The government said they were liaising with other governments to see if anything could be done. The police said they had monitored him, but he was untraceable. His school said it was a tragedy. His parents said he was a perfect son. He had said nothing.

100-Word Fiction: ‘We Knew What We Were Doing’

So right we knew he’d lost control of the class yeah, and what we said was that we could get to him and make him snap. You know. We had planned it like. He was a nutter, man. Crazy. Everyone knew. Even the teachers. You could hear them saying things and when he came back to school everyone was just looking at him and thinking was he weird and how we could get to him, just for like a laugh. We knew what we were doing. We wanted him to lose it…

but oh he hurt the kid so bad.

100-Word Fiction: New Term

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 is a mess, one said, the world is a mess. He ran off away from them all across the grass to the trees. They didn’t chase him or anything. He put his satchel down on the ground. The park was so big and like an adventure.