Thought I'd share some stuff.
A little project/writing challenge, stories/snippets that are exactly 100 words in length.
Ten seconds on the clock and I’m wondering whether - nine - this is actually happening; not long on the squad - eight - and I’m already confronted with something as cliche as - seven - a bomb with an actual countdown. I’m half expecting - six - some sort of masked villain to enter the room - five - to announce his plan, but I don’t think he’d - four - have time for that. And now there are only three seconds left on the clock and I realize I’ve wasted - two - my final thoughts. I don’t even have any kick - one - ass final words. I hope someone remembers to feed the—-
The young man thought it important to note that, despite his unfortunate appearance caused by a recent violent altercation, the fellow he fought with, an old friend until events that had recently transpired caused the relationship to turn sour, had been damaged far worse. Indeed, a crooked nose and swollen eye were nought compared to a cracked knuckle and broken thumb in his eyes. Though some may beg to differ had they been informed of the nature behind the young man’s assailant’s hand injuries, a powerful punch backfiring somewhat due to the attacker’s inexperience. Regardless, they both looked quite foolish.
I feel obliged to put forward the assertion that the faults of our relationship were not your own, which is to say I object to the idea that you are to blame for our altercations; for I feel that I need to carry the burden of guilt. Indeed, life leads us down many paths and ours are simply diverging, again, not through fault of your own, but due to changes in my outlook of the world and growth as a person. That isn’t to say I’ve raised my standards. I simply mean to put forward that it’s me, not you.