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.
The Stop Sign
“See this camera?” he yelled, tapping the contraption mounted on his red helmet. The woman
“See this camera?” he yelled, tapping the contraption mounted on his red helmet. The woman waved to machinery making it impossible to hear. He pointed to the “Stop” sign flashing atop their prison tube, snatched her into his arms to reach the cosmic booster on her back, and Whoosh! They were off, at such tremendous speed that Stellar Rangers could never catch them. Once beyond the dark planet’s orbit, it became quiet enough for him to explain. “Fooled the bastards! We now have photographic evidence of the kidnapping, sweet Grusinda, and soon we shall return you to your planet.”
“See this camera?” he yelled, tapping the contraption mounted on his red helmet. The
The woman turned around and posed. The posture had as much gracefulness as a gastric bullock attempting to trampoline.
“That’s lovely dear,” said the photographer, “I hope it’s worked.”
“Is it really necessary,” the woman said, resuming her normal posture, “to take all my clothes off?”
“Well, I feel it adds a certain mystique to the proceedings and anyway I’ve got mine off as well.”
“I don’t know,” she said, “never had to go through this nonsense with the last passport photo.”