S T O R Y O N E:
It was a spur of the moment decision.
It was a thing of beauty, and a thing of anarchy.
The engine revved, his hands sweating and his body buzzing at the adrenaline. More. He wanted more. The car moved faster, the lamp posts turning into exaggerated blurs as he sped across the vacant road. He'd never felt more alive.
And then he stopped. The world around him came back into focus. And he let out a breath.
What he'd done was reckless, mad even—but there was no denying it. With the unforbidden came an unparalleled thrill. And that—that was exhilarating.
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I don't plan on writing many Author's Notes, but I figured I'd quickly explain: basically, each day I will be posting a new 100-word story (flash ficiton—hence the description), about whatever I feel like writing about, about the dark and light, the good and bad. I hope to do this for 100 days in a row, ending with 100 100-word stories, hopefully all vastly different. I hope you'll come along for the ride.
YOU ARE READING
100 Word Stories
Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
