A fun 100-word story
Of course it was a witch we outsmarted in the woods, not some feeble, senile neighbor.
Gleaming: a 100-word story
Day after day he winds blackberry vines around paperbacks, doorknobs, French fries, shoes—everything he can touch.
Every Imperfection
“Liar,” she taunts. She dips her fingers into a bowl of hard candy, knocking two pieces onto the counter. She stuffs one, wrapper crinkling, into her pocket for later.