Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
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Mike sighed, the sound of his breath stupidly loud in his ears.
Ah well, he thought to himself, stooping to pick up the flip-flop before someone else’s kid tripped over it and he found himself knee-deep in explanations, it’s not as loud as it was in here ten minutes ago, chasing Amy and her friends around like the zombie monster from Scooby-Doo. Birthdays, eh? All noise, cake, snotty noses. Still, Alison would have the rest of the sprogs under control now and then they could…
He caught his train of thought; there was no ‘they’ anymore, only ‘he.’