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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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The Funeral

It was a simple ceremony. The ashes were scattered on a nearby hill. The friends gave the next of kin – all one of her – a lifetime supply of hot dogs and weed. Even the ex showed up, though she spent the whole time in a parked car on the road. Of the friends, there were many, with not a dry eye to be found. Afterward, they all looked at their own stashes, and worried about what was cut with Fentanyl.

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

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Call Home

“I don’t see Mom anywhere.” Alicia stopped so suddenly that her suitcase rolled right into her. “What do we do?”

“Call her. Maybe she’s on her way.” Chloe stepped around Alicia, letting her own suitcase come to a natural stop right before the baggage claim exit.

“I can’t! My battery is dead.”

“I’m sure we can find a….”

“You’re right! There’s a pay phone right there!” Alicia ran off.

Chloe had actually been thinking about pulling a MacGyver in an airport shop, but this would do.

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

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Ticking Clocks

Alice slaved over the numbers. Every time the equity balanced, the income didn’t. Without even this rudimentary level of accounting, how could she hope to complete the tax forms? Finally finished, she double checked the address. The likelihood that congress would chose to change something so basic was low, but the laws change every year. Best to check.

Yep. Same address as the last ten years. Her eyes slid down the instructions by a few paragraphs. There the changes for the year listed something she hadn’t worried about. The date for filing had been changed. The new date? Yesterday.

The Challenge: Write a story of 100 words based on a photo
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast

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Buggy

Desmond slipped the electronic surveillance device under the dashboard while the perp run into the convenience store. As soon as the guy hopped in the driver’s seat, Desmond took up the conversation where they’d left off.

“So, did you kill this one too?”

“What? The clerk? Nah. Didn’t have to. Walked right past him with the goods in hand. It’s cause I’ve got the devil’s own luck.”

“But that other guy?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I killed him.”

He had him! A couple of hours later Desmond collected the bug. Nothing but static and the rumble of the engine.

The Challenge: Write a story of 100 words based on a photo
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Shaktiki Sharma

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The Door Into Summer

There were 32 doors in Ruth’s house. She knew for sure because she’d counted them when her cat, Sargent Pepper, insisted on trying each and every one.

The first door she opened let out on a snowbank. Sargent Pepper gave her such a pitiful yowl, as though the cold and wet might be a personal insult.

This was followed by a tour of every room, and every closet until at last they returned to the back door, where, of course, the snow remained.

“I promise someday this door really will let out into summer,” she told him. “Just not today.”

The Challenge: Write a story of 100 words based on a photo
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Sarah Potter

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