Category Archives: 100 Word Short Stories

“Big Trouble” (A 100 Word Short Story)

Preface: Don’t get too excited. I don’t know if this will become a permanent feature again or not. All I know is that when I pasted all my earlier 100-word stories together for this page, I realized that for the most part I really enjoyed writing them.

And you have no idea how hard it was for me to resist putting a little mini commentary with each one.

So here’s a new 100 Word Story for you. And all I will say is that it is based on a rejected series of radio spots I wrote for a client at my day job, and I liked the spots enough to keep the idea from going to waste. Their loss is your gain. Or not. - JCF


Things came apart when the police caught me driving in the penguin mascot costume. Now it’s all over between us – she won’t speak to me, her father won’t be out for another six months, and I’ll never be able to look at a hamster again without weeping. But I did learn few things. For example, I learned that you can’t return certain pieces of clothing after they’ve been worn, and you can’t replace your future mother-in-law’s cat. In any event, when I get these casts off, I’m going to make things right. If I ever get a next time.

Micro Monday: “Pareidolia (The Second Commandment)”

Rather than let the Hubble fall in flames over Australia, they strapped it to a booster and shot it out of the solar system, a territory explored only by Voyager.

Twelve years later, it pointed into a part of the universe discovered by its successor – a dark patch dubbed The Place Where The Lord Hides – and began to send data.

“Will we finally see the face of God?” they joked.

But the images ultimately raised more questions than they answered. They were of a paint splatter on a fence, a stain on a cathedral wall, a burnt piece of toast…

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening: Stan Ridgway, Can’t Stop the Show (The Big Heat)

Micro Monday: “The First Commandment (A Christmas Story)”

He was reaching for the first stocking when he heard the call.

“Kris!”

Then he saw him, radiant, glowing, carrying a sword with a blade made of blue-white light.

“Michael! What brings you here?”

“It’s all over. You’ve become more important than The Boss.”

“No! I never meant that to happen! You know that.”

Michael nodded. “But you’re a symptom. I have orders to bring you home…”

“Or else?”

“Or else.”

He sighed and dropped his sack. “All right, then. But will you indulge me one last mug of cocoa? One last cookie?”

Michael sighed. “For you? Sure.”

“Join me?”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
Pick it up on the night train
Down on the corner of rhythm and blues
Where I have met all of my boys since
Back in ’52

(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “The Second Commandment”

Sounds he’d never heard before were coming out of their mouths. It was chaos. Worse yet, they were all leaving, architects, slaves, and hod carriers alike, all dispersing, not by profession, but in a seemingly random manner. Even his number two man started spouting nonsense and eventually wandered off with a water bearer, both jabbering like birds.

Nimrod looked up at the structure, now knowing that it would never be finished, would fall into ruin, and eventually crumble into dust and be forgotten.

“That does it,” he told himself. “Next time, I’m not building a tower. I’m making a bomb.”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
I’ve got a head made out of bone
I’ve got a problem with some chromosomes
I’m on a one way ticket to the mutation zone
And there’s plenty more like me at home
There’s plenty more where this came from
There’s twenty rancid moments in each pack

(via iTunes)

Micro Monday: “The Fifth Commandment”

“So how did you find me?”

“I got your address through the Bureau of Missing Fathers.”

“And what happens now that you’ve found me?”

She found a clear spot on the table and put down her bag, glad to be free of the weight inside. “By all rights, I can kill you.”

He nodded. “The Bureau sent me a letter. Is that what you’re going to do?”

She shook her head. “Not anymore. Now that you know I exist, it’s better that you stay alive.”

He sank into his chair. “Very well.”

“Want to see a picture of your granddaughter?”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
Did you ever have the feeling
You’re the only person living in the world
And people that you see
Are one-dimensional and never there at all

(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “The Third Commandment”

The last thing he remembered was Cleveland. Or Pittsburgh. Now this room, all white, and a single chair he sat in until the door opened.

And then, “I want to show you something,” and a screen. Video of scientists looking at computers.

“What’s all this?”

“It’s North Korea. They’re marrying their nuclear capability with their missile technology.”

“What’s this got to do with me?”

“We want you to stop it.”

“Me? I just play the guitar.”

“Because of the graffiti we see all over the world.”

“What graffiti is that?”

The tap of an impatient foot. “Eric Clapton is God.”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
And Mama raised us up
To never tell a lie
Except when there’s a secret
Where the neighbors tend to pry

(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “The Sixth Commandment”

The chief asked what the story was.

I looked around the crime scene. “An intruder. The mother walked in to check on her son and saw someone standing over the crib, holding a pillow to the kid’s face. She screamed and the guy ran out.”

“She get a description this time?”

“The same funny clothes. And she said there was an odd smell in the air. Like ozone.”

“That’s what, three times in six months?”

“Four,” I said. “Someone has it in bad for that kid.”

The chief shrugged. “I can’t figure it, either. They’re such good people, the Hitlers.”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
Did I ask you for your love
Did I ask you for your dedication
I don’t want, I don’t want your love.
I don’t want, I don’t want your affection
But I’ve got to have the car
I need it for the weekend

(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “The Ninth Commandment”

The woman ranted as she watched her car hemorrhage green radiator fluid onto the asphalt. “My husband is not going to be happy. Not happy at all.”

“She ran the light?” the officer asked me.

“Yeah.”

“She get that shiner in the accident?”

I looked at her as she raved. The color around her eye was darker than purple, with traces of yellow through it. “I don’t think so.”

“My husband is going to kill me,” the woman said.

“Anything else?”

I took the officer by the shoulder and led him away from the woman. “Cite me instead,” I said.

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
I never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
I had to steal from Peter
to pay what I owed to Paul

(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “The Seventh Commandment”

“Did you tell her about us?”

“No.”

“Why not? You promised!”

“I know. But something came up.”

“Look, I swore I wouldn’t go through this–“

“Calm down. It’s not what you think.”

“What, is she saying she’s pregnant now? I’m tired of your excuses.”

“She’s not pregnant.”

“Then why didn’t you tell her?”

“I didn’t have to. She ended it.”

“She called it off.”

“Yes.”

“And she’s not going to put up a fight?”

“No. “

“You seem pretty sure about that.”

“I am. She doesn’t even know about you.”

“So what happened?”

“She found out about my wife.”

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
Far too many people
For a quiet night with myself
Oh I could be anyone tonight
Focus on a feeling
I’ve detected while I’m sleeping
Sing a chorus of
On Broadway and deny it all
(via iTunes shuffle play)

Micro Monday: “Eight Minutes and Thirty Seconds”

He told himself that he would wait until the last minute before calling.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t counted on the time it took for the lack of light to reach the satellite watching from inside the orbit of Mercury. The time it took for the satellite to send the message. The fact that this message moved at the same speed as the last warming rays of the sun.

The warning reached Earth thirty-six seconds after the darkness hit. When the flash freeze came, he still had the phone to his ear, waiting for her to pick up on the other end.

A 100 Word Short Fiction Every Monday

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Listening:
Into the deep, the long forgotten sleep
You can feel that your eyes are shut closely now
Where do you know, there’s no-one that can know
As you lie you can try to be happy now

(via iTunes shuffle play)

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