A few weeks back, I entered an online compo to write a short story of 100 words. The idea was to create vivid story using a limited number of words.
Not sure what ever happened to my submissions… but anyway… now that that’s long gone, I gladly publish them for you to enjoy:
The trigger shakes. Smelling smoke from the dingy club stained in my clothes. I hear the echo of those crappy techno songs bouncing in my head. Beer saturated lips. Worst of all, I feel my fear and failures; they’re knocking at me relentlessly.
I can’t go on. Below me, the waves smash the rocks. Then moon hangs low. If I pull, one noise, and I’m gone.
I hesitate. Then, the sun breaches the night time sky, a vivid display of beauty. I stand, awed. I toss the gun. I am more than this. A new day arrives. I am alive!