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Desperate Measures

Marge had seen bathrooms of all kinds all over the world. There were the ones on a train in China with only two foot shaped stands and an oblong hole in the floor. There was one in France that sprayed your tush if you pressed a button. She would even count bushes alongside the road. This took the cake.

“Are you sure it’s hooked up?” Marge asked Sally.

“Well, there’s no water, but there’s a pit under it. It’s better than your flooded apartment.”

“Alright, but can we do something about the cows watching?”

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: What’s His Name

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Hot Stuff

The music and talking and general party mayhem was so loud that Anna was pretty sure no one else heard the sirens. She wouldn’t have, except she happened to be next to the window when the first fire truck screeched to a halt in the street far below.

“Fantastic party, Anna!”

“The best!”

“Hey everybody, let’s cheer for Anna! She’s on fire tonight!”

While her friends carried on, Anna muttered to herself:

“Lord I hope not.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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The Truly Special

Jane couldn’t wait to see the main attraction of the day. The tour guide said repeatedly that the angora goats they were petting now weren’t so special, and the yaks were common as dirt in Mongolia. What was really worth their time would come later. It was going to be even bigger than the statue of Genghis Khan! It turned out to be a department store.

“What makes this so special,” Jane asked.

“It’s the tallest building in Mongolia. 15 whole stories!”

Jane’s New York City apartment was on the 31st floor. She groaned.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Marie Gail Stratford

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Shattered

The vase shattered. Ruth was so sure of her grip, and yet the evidence was irrefutable. She rubbed her arthritic old hands thoughtfully.

“Oh no! How horrible!” Inga scuttled out of the kitchen. “Don’t move! I’ll get that cleaned up right away.” The maid brought a broom.

Ruth considered how long she could hold off before putting out another one of Ted’s ugly vases and how soon she should call the doctor. Ruth bit her lip.

“No need to be so upset. It’s just a vase. I don’t know why you want all these things anyway.”

“I’m just a material girl.” Ruth smiled sweetly.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sarah Ann Hall

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Sleepy Hollow Take 2

Old man Matheson flicked his rod, letting the line out fast so the floater could land in the river’s current. That should get the hook and fly into the eddy far enough away that his daughter’s shouts wouldn’t disturb the fish.

Not that it mattered. Really, he should probably shout back to her, calling her to enjoy this glorious sunset. But sunsets were for quiet, and thinking of all the times you were too foolish to take them in, and quiet wasn’t her style.

It didn’t use to be his, either. Even now he was busy fishing, never quite able to achieve stillness. Still, the sun set. His daughter shouted. He flicked.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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Sleepy Hollow


Liam, Alicia, and Sally walked home from school along the twisting dirt road. Already the days grew short and cold. The ordinary became spooky.

“I heard there is a haunted tree along here,” Alicia glanced over her shoulder.

“Oh! I know just the one. It’s right around the bend.” Sally pointed ahead.

“Who are you trying to fool with a story like that.” Liam sneered, but he also walked faster.

“Whoooo!” called an owl from the depths of the hollow tree.

Liam and Alicia set of running.

“Who indeed!!” Sally took off after them.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Ship of Fools

While the party raged below decks, Anita considered her next art showing. It wold be in SoHo, of course. If only she had some idea what to put in it. Despite the balmy, moonlit night, all she could think of were out of season icebergs, homicidal gun collectors, and crazy presidents. By the time she’d made enough pieces to show, would there be a world left?

“That’s it!” She shouted, overturning her deck chair. “Zombies! Everyone loves zombies.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Ted Strutz

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Daily Spy Thriller

Matt slipped out the hidden door to the tin roof of the tenement building. The door groaned and chattered closed before the lock clicked home. He paused to be sure no one heard. No sound came from inside. No motion from outside.

The clerk of the Quickmart gave him an odd look as he rang up the chips and cigarettes, but none of Matt’s enemies came to thwart him in his quest to free the universe of tyranny and hunger. He returned home in triumph only to find he’d locked himself out.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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What Friends Are For

“I was in a hurry, so I just shoved my feet into my shoes. And then, you’ll never guess – I felt something move. Inside my shoe! It was….” Alicia paused a moment so she could have a big reveal.

“It was a spider.” Sally didn’t even pause as she was rummaged through her medicine chest.

“How did you know?”

“I saw those shoes yesterday when I was over at your place. They were full of spider webs.”

“Oh, you’re no fun!”

“Too true.” Sally handed over a tube of spider bite ointment.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sarah Potter

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Eat Your Heart Out

Kimberly cut another slice from the loaf even though the bread was still too warm, and kind of squished.

“Not more health food!” Matt stomped around in the kitchen behind her. “All you feed me is rocks and twigs! Can’t we have real food once in a while? Why do you feed me this anyway?”

She had planned on slathering on some homemade jam, but seeing the hole in the bread, she changed her mind. She held it up to look at him through the heart shaped hole.

“Oh. Yeah. That’s worth it.” Matt took the slice. He smiled a little as he left the kitchen with it.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Kelvin M. Knight

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Weather Permitting

“Is there really a place to camp here?” Carol looked over the hillside. Even if they found a flat spot, everything was covered in sage brush.

“Just a little further.” Martin kept up a steady trudge.

“We should go back. It look like rain.” She let her distaste out in her voice.

“Rain. Beautiful rain. If only it had rained more five years ago. Then this would all still be woods and we would have already set up camp.”

“Ah. Right. The forest fires.” Carol decided there were worse things than damp sleeping bags.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Danny Bowman

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Relative Values

“You have got to be kidding me. A million bucks for this? The place is a wreck! Daddy, why on earth do you want me to buy it?” Anita glowered at the ivy covered walls.

She already had a villa in New Hampshire and a chateau in France. This was supposed to be an artist’s retreat for her and her boyfriend.

“I thought you might get a place we both could enjoy.”

“You like this?” Anita quirked an eyebrow.

“Sure.” Her father took a tee and golf ball out of his pocket and placed them in the yard. Swinging an imaginary club, he shouted, “Fore!!!”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bulltot

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A Thousand Words Unsaid

Marge didn’t feel like waiting for her laptop to finish booting before she went to the bathroom. When she came back out, Jane sat at the little hotel desk, staring at the screen saver.

“Is this from the eclipse? Wasn’t that something? A bunch of us flew in to Idaho for it. There were tailgate parties everywhere, but I don’t remember seeing anyone set up a tent. I wish I could take pictures as good as yours.”

“That isn’t one of mine.” Marge took the laptop back.

“Well then, who took it?”

“Microsoft.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Jan Wayne Fields
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Inspiration: The wallpaper that came with my new computer features a lit tent at night much like the provided picture.

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After a Very Long Flight

“We were lucky! We got the fanciest hotel room in the city!” Jane looked smug as she threw her suitcase on the only luggage rack in the rather ordinary looking place.

“I’m beat,” Marge muttered. “I just want a long, hot soak in a tub.”

“Tub? Oh.” Jane backed away from the bathroom door. There was only room inside for a tiny shower. “They don’t really do tubs in Iceland. You’re supposed to go to a public bath.”

Marge flopped onto a bed, too tired to deal with it. Half asleep, she rolled over, and fell off.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Vacation

“Do you have to go?” Fred eyed the growing mound of paperwork.

“I lost the bet.” Marge finished printing off her flight confirmation. “Believe me. I don’t want to travel with Jane anymore, but what can I do?”

“Did you have to make the bet?”

“If I won… I really wanted that mask….” Marge looked thoughtful for a minute, then grabbed her flight bag from under her desk. “I’ve won so many bets; reached the top of the Rock of Gibraltar; found small steps in the temples of Indonesia. Who knew there aren’t any non-volcanic rock in Iceland!?”

The door closed behind her before he could offer overtime.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: CEAyr

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