Sponsor |  finestkind | Sep 1, 2006 8:47am | Rules are simple, and lifted directly from 100words.net: Post something, anything*, as long as it's only 100 words. Dead serious here - not 98, not 102. Any posts failing to follow this basic rule will be removed because, really, the whole point is 100 words :p
*Offensive, derogatory or inappropriate material will be removed and may result in the poster being banned from this forum. Moderator decides what's inappropriate, and has final say, no exceptions. |
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Sponsor | | BlessedOne | Sep 1, 2006 8:54am | This is a new, regular part
of our forum. My thanks to
finestkind for moderating
this thread. I hope members
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Sponsor | | finestkind | Sep 1, 2006 9:07am | I'll start it off (cutting and pasting from some old, old stuff):
Take him back again. Go ahead. Believe him when he tells you he's fine, you're fine, everybody's fine. I didn't move down here for my health, you idiot.
Try standing up for yourself. Act like the person I always thought you were. Make him eat out of your hands for a change. Please, don't let your daughters grow up thinking that this is how love looks, drunk and cocky and racist.
I will go back, my life will go on. This life isn't mine, it's yours, and the sooner you figure that out, the better off your kids will be.
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Go ahead, count 'em. Oh, and if your post isn't exactly 100 words and gets removed, feel free to edit accordingly and resubmit. |
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Sponsor | | floweringmind | Sep 1, 2006 7:08pm | Good wine, good friends and good music!
The world might be falling apart around us but we are going to go down having a good time and loving being alive!n
Running like you are out of breath with the burning spiraling air pouring through you until you reach the finish.
Sitting in a patch of clover I was surround by green until the girl told me I had to get out of the shamrock shake machine. 76
Stardust skipping off the tops of my toes to kiss the buttercup trees on the far side of the hill.
I love raspberry muffins. |
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|  cindra24 | Sep 3, 2006 12:00pm | This is a piece from a story I started and never finished. The 100 words part made me cut out names and pair a bit down. Hopefully the explaining part doesn't count.
They were born during the full moon of a thunderous spring. Lightning flashed in the sky as if heralding their arrival. Eager to start their life among the newness of the greenery and all that inhabited it, they nearly sprung forth. I wish I could say it was a painless birth, but in their eagerness I was nearly ripped from this life as they were rushing towards their own life. No screams of unhappiness at leaving the warmth of their mother, they seemed to sing out to greet the new world they have become a part of with their birth. |
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Sponsor | | finestkind | Sep 5, 2006 5:45am | | Quick note: please make sure that your post (not including any intro, though none is needed) is only 100 words. I've already had to take out two of 'em, but those folks are free to re-post the same piece of writing (after adjusting for word count, of course). And no, this post isn't 100 words, because it's admin and admin notes are boring and nobody wants to read 100 words worth of blah blah blah admin nonsense :p |
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|  Ambrosia | Sep 5, 2006 8:39am | A re-post
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I was walking down the street of past fashion outcasts, a silent tapping on the window stalls of rampant cheep confeti costomers. Their faces like blank slates of steal and motionless. Smiles plastered in the corners of their eyes like wax tears on a downtown clown. Poor and pocketless. But he smiles none-the-less, at tries to make back bones better - Trying to make money out of thin lean coats and lace underwear. A high price to pay for the low cast and hollow trodden camps down the east end of the street, where no one ever goes. But me. |
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Sponsor | | joemayer | Sep 5, 2006 10:00am | You administrators! You think you're so special. "We make the
rules, we enforce the rules, so we don't have to
abide by them." While we sweat bullets, count words, wedge
contractions into places they shouldn't be, and write grammatically incorrect
partial sentences, you act like the police officers who feel
that traffic lights don't apply to them. Slip through while
that light is just a little bit red because you
know that you won't ever get a ticket and your
insurance will never go up. Seriously, would it kill you
to make your administrative notices exactly one hundred words long? |
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