As a change from posting a poem, I thought you might like to see this ultra short story I have written. It is barely a story. More like a paragraph. 100 words.
I’ve recently joined a local writers’ group. Sometimes we are given a specific subject and we have to write a short story to a specific word count. Sometimes it’s 300 words. This time it was 100.
The subject for this story was “freedom” but we’re not permitted to use the word ‘freedom’ in the title.
We then read each other’s work (without knowing who wrote what) and mark it.
The top three then get small prizes!
Everyone then gets to read out their work to the group. It’s great fun and writing to a specific word count is an excellent discipline.
Here’s my very short story on freedom. Let me know what you think.
Ow. It’s so tight in here. Claustrophobic. And I keep hearing this thump thump thump all the time. It’s driving me mad. And there’s barely anything to eat.
We’re on the move again. I’m being squeezed so much my head hurts. Ouch. Ow. It feels like my body is being used as a battering ram. I can’t take this much longer.
Wheeeee! Hey this feels good. Looks like I’m finally escaping from this hell hole. Face to face at last. I can’t wait to meet her. I’ve waited nine long months for this.
Freedom – here I come!
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems