Category: 100 Word Challenge

I have a new name, a new start, a blank page but what to write? Almost overwhelmed by options. I can be anyone. Anything. I am free to become a person I love, to create a life I love. I pick up my pen and write: I will be happy. I will be strong. I will be loving, but I will...

They held hands tightly, watching the beautiful colours that lit up the darkness. Each reflected on their year together and, as the flames leapt skyward, they turned to share a kiss. It had been exactly 365 days since they met for that first time, it had been a different bonfire, and some of those 365 days had been a challenge, but...

It was Halloween and the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards made for a mystical night: Jessie sat by her altar, in her sacred space, and called to her ancestors. “The veil is thin, I welcome you all,” she spoke into the night. Some time passed, and then she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. Whipping her head...

He wasn’t a handsome chap. He wasn’t rich or intelligent. He had his quirks, his issues, his baggage. Don’t we all? But she saw in him something so much more important than any of that; his heart. She saw, in those kind eyes, right down into his caring, nurturing, giving soul. Her friends judged her. They mocked & laughed at her...

The world is at your feet, Princess. You can be anything, don’t let them tell you otherwise. Ignore their rules; run free, climb trees in those pretty, pink dresses, jump in puddles, dirty your flowery Wellington boots and muddy those delicate knees. You will be a well known woman, Princess. Others will look to you, empower them with your choices....

Taylor parked up outside her Grandma’s home and sat in the car for several minutes, preparing herself for the next hour or so. Walking through the doors she was welcomed by the staff and signed the visitor’s book. She took a deep breath, the scent was overpowering, that smell that makes forgetting where your loved one is impossible, and then she...

With only a few hours left before she left, the suitcase lay open still only half packed. Every time she folded something to put in it she pondered whether going back was really a good idea. Sure she loved it, every second it, of being back in her home country, but the leaving…Oh god, the leaving felt like tearing a...

It was grey, and it was raining. A large cloud had been hanging over me for some time now. I had tried all my usual tricks; outings with friends, candle lit, bubbly baths, reading over loving notes from family and playing with the puppy, but nothing was shifting that fluffy looking demon above me. The days passed and I got more and more...