Create a 100-word micro story.
This is how it works: We give you the first fifteen words. You fill in the remaining eighty-five words to create a hundred-word micro story.
Rules:
1. You may not change the provided title, the first 15 words, or the punctuation. Your story must, semantically and grammatically match what is given.
2. You may not add more than 85 words. The entire story must be exactly 100 words.
3. It must be free of spelling and grammatical errors.
4. Content deemed offensive by the ReadLit Team will not be accepted.
5. Multiple submissions are welcome.
This is how it works: We give you the first fifteen words. You fill in the remaining eighty-five words to create a hundred-word micro story.
Rules:
1. You may not change the provided title, the first 15 words, or the punctuation. Your story must, semantically and grammatically match what is given.
2. You may not add more than 85 words. The entire story must be exactly 100 words.
3. It must be free of spelling and grammatical errors.
4. Content deemed offensive by the ReadLit Team will not be accepted.
5. Multiple submissions are welcome.
Intersection
Neither the house nor its inhabitants seemed to mind the traffic increase at the intersection…
Neither the house nor its inhabitants seemed to mind the traffic increase at the intersection of Bang and Whimper, when the half-deserted streets of Indecision and Do-I-Dare Meander closed for imperfections in their sander. Still the cyclists came and went, chatting of their time ill-spent, and buggy biddies with shopping carts traversed the lanes with trepid starts. But then we lodgers heard that all the engineers had erred to build a thing just so absurd no car or bus or limousine could penetrate their wire-mesh screen — Enough! we cried, for we grow old and cannot let our cross streets fold.
Neither the house nor its inhabitants seemed to mind the traffic increase at the intersection, after all, the increase only amounted to a tractor and combine harvester trundling past every now and then.
True, they seemed to get nearer every day and once nearly collided right by the front door. The drivers started having words, which escalated into a full-scale argument and eventually blows. It always happened at this time of year. Two farmers fighting over a bit of disputed land so neither cultivated it. We didn’t mind, it left us in peace to have lots of baby rabbits.