I have written as few words as 25 in the past, but 100 words is probably my favourite length. I enjoy the challenge of penning 100 words exactly. I have just had my eleventh 100-worder published by CafeLit.
Here’s the blog post.
I tumbled, salt- and sand-blinded.
It churned and pummelled me until I was spent.
The dappled light became my sky as I drifted down, relinquishing myself to the depths.
Flashes of luminescence confirmed that I was passing – but, through barely-open eyes, I saw lanterns encircling me, caught flicks of rainbow shimmer. White faces lit with eyes of emerald and aqua loomed and retreated.
A streak of energy fizzed through my body. I thrashed my tail and, as they disappeared, sped behind.
The tiniest detail can spark off an idea. I collect them, like butterflies. They can be strange or beautiful...and, as they flutter around, I pluck them out and use them to write. Sometimes they turn into poetry, sometimes into stories, but a lot of them have grown into something much bigger - books. I have not yet decided whether I am a children's or adults' author as I write for both. So, I'll just call myself a writer. View all posts by helenlaycock