A Problematic Potion (100 Word Fantasy Story)

Once upon a time, there was a wizard charged with a task, to brew a potion of invisibility.

With a pixie by his side, he traveled the realm for ingredients.

A dragon scale, from a mountain’s peak. Two cups of water from the mermaid lagoon. Nectar from the lemon blossom plant. One four-leaf clover.

Once all components were complied, brewed, and sparked with magic, the potion was complete.

Pride in his chest, he sampled the final product at his workshop.

The wizard reeled back, spitting it out. The concoction tasted like sour milk. His feet turned invisible.  

The pixie laughed.


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What Inspired My Short Stories (Part Four)

Hey Writer Bees!

Today, I’m sharing the inspiration behind more of my short stories. From my experience, inspiration came come from anywhere. Even the littlest thing can grow into an amazing story or poem. And sometimes, fiction can say a lot about the author. Like in my case.

A Remnant of Earth

In writing and in my reading preference, Sci-Fi is not the genre I immediately reach for. However, I decided to challenge myself. So, I tried my hand in sci-fi storytelling and frankly, I wasn’t too disappointed. This story came from simply playing around in another genre. It was a good exercise to dip my toe into sci-fi. Whenever you want to challenge yourself as a writer, try writing outside your comfort zone. Create a story in a genre you don’t usually write in. It’s a way to broaden your horizon and get those creative brain working.

How Specters Visit

Fun Fact about me: One of my guilty pleasures is paranormal investigator TV shows. Which is ironic because my heart can’t handle horror movies or excessive gore. While I do believe in ghosts and adore ghost stories, I’m not sure all the ghostbusters gear they use on those shows actually work. And yet, I can’t seem to look away. When investigators discuss “spirit possession”, I wondered what that’s like for the ghost, not the person. Really, this tale was born from the question, “how would a spirit describe possessing a living person’s body?” Out came this little supernatural comedy. 

A Different Kind of Happiness

Ever scroll through social media and see posts from old friends or classmates? Photos from their picture-perfect lives and tropical vacations and their adorable children? For this story, that’s exactly what I did. Yes, I was feeling down about myself. It’s easy to feel inadequate when comparing yourself to others. But I try to keep in mind that not everything on social media is what it seems, I have my own goals that may differ from others, and that’s enough. Many of us, myself included, struggle with their mental health. That’s why I like writing stories with positive messages, to spread a little light. It’s one of the best parts of being a writer.


If you are interested in where my ideas for stories come from, be sure to check out PART ONE, PART TWO and PART THREE of this series. And if there’s a specific story that you are curious about the origins of, let me know in the comments. Maybe if there’s a part five, I will consider including it.

Is there a story behind your stories? What has inspired your creative endeavors? Talk to me in the comments.

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For Better, For Worse (100 Word Horror Story)

The front door slams shut. He kisses his wife, breathless.

The sound of groaning fills the space. Skin slick with sweat.

“Promise, babe, next Valentine’s Day will be much more romantic.” He panted.

She smirks, her wedding band caked in blood. “I’m holding you to it.”

Outside, shuffling in the woods. The smell of rotten flesh.

“After this is all over.” He grabs an axe.

Thump-thump on the door as soulless eyes peer inside.

“For better, for worse.” She aims a cross bow.

A decomposing arm smashes through the window, shattering the glass.

The undead hoard surrounds the desolate cabin.


Wanted to write a romance for Valentine’s day but was also in the mood to write about a zombie apocalypse. Had fun writing around with both genres in this story.

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How Specters Visit (100 Word Ghost Story)

“So, what did it feel like?” She asked, curious. A spread takeout boxes between them.

He struggled with holding chopsticks and feeding himself. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Well, try!” she huffed. “I’m dying of curiosity here.”

He hummed, hands juggling to find the right words. “You ever pull on a sweater that’s too big and get lost in all the fabric? That’s how it felt.”

“Seriously?” She slurped some noodles. “I’ve heard about spirit possession on those ghost hunting shows and always wondered….”

Eyes glowing, the ghost shrugged their human vessel’s shoulders. “It’s an out-of-body experience. No pun intended.”


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That Fateful First Date (100 Word Love Story)

I don’t know what exactly it was about that fateful first date.

It could’ve been the crispy french fries.

It could’ve been the five-dollar pink roses sold by a homeless woman.

It could’ve been the way you held me in your arms in the middle of Rockefeller Center.

It could’ve been two lucky pennies thrown into a New York City fountain.

That chill of December. That crowded train ride home. Being at the right place, right time.

It could’ve been all those things.

What I do know is that first date led to years of laughter and adventures and love.


Today is my partner and I’s anniversary! To celebrate, I wrote this piece based on our first date, all those years ago.

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Two Cups of Joe (100 Word Fantasy Humor Story)

Arm in arm, the duo strolled into the cafe. One wore sunglasses and a wide brimmed fedora. The other did not.

“Hello ladies, what can I get for you?” The cashier greeted.

“One soy pumpkin spiced latte with two pumps of cinnamon.” The lady said.

“Sure thing,” they typed in the order and looked toward the pale woman. “And for you?”

“One cup of O Negative, if you have.” She smiled, revealing her fangs.

Eyebrows raised; the cashier froze then asked. “Small, medium or large?”

“Small. I’m trying to cut back,” The vampire laughed. “Oh! and a blueberry scone, please.”


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A Remnant of Earth (Sci-Fi 100 Word Story)

Shoved to his knees, the scavenger kneels before Lady Pellanora of the Vega Galaxy. Sitting on a throne, she wears a gown of silver stardust. Hulking mechanical guards at her sides.

Knife to throat, he pleads. “Your brilliance, apologies for entering your realm without permission. Please, grant my ship safe passage and in exchange, I’ll bestow a priceless artifact.”

“And what, feeble human, could you possibly offer me?” The Lady muses.

He holds a glass vial housing a green sprout in soil sample. “A remnant of Earth.”

She scoffs. “Earth was destroyed.”

In his helmet, he grins. “Earth is resilient.”


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Romance Among Thieves (100 Word Love Story)

“Darling, I’d give you the world, If I could.” He kissed her gloved knuckles.

 Her eyes rolled. “Always the charmer.”

The two masked lovers cloaked in darkness. A city in midnight. She cut one perfect circle into the glass ceiling.

“It’s true, I’d give you my heart on a platter…” He crooned as he shimmied down the rope.

She shushed him. “Be quiet or we’ll be caught.”

“And a diamond on your pretty finger.”

On a pedestal, a massive diamond sparkled behind lasers.

He snatched the jewel. Security alarms blared.

Ruby lips smiled. “I love you too, idiot, now hurry!”


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A Different Kind of Happiness (100 Word Story)

“I scroll through social media, and they’re all married, in great shape, with nice jobs, nice houses. Some even have kids,” She curls into herself, holding a school reunion invitation. “And then there’s me, single with a minimum wage job and muffin top.”

“Not everyone’s lives are as perfect as they appear,” He assures her. “Do not compare yourself.”

She sighs. “I know but, they all look so happy, and I…” Her fingers graze the golden lamp.

Grinning, the genie leans forward. “What is it you desire?”

“I don’t want all that. I wish for…. A different kind of happiness.”


Remember, mental health matters above all else.

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The Graveyard Shift (100 Word Spooky Story)

“G’Evening, Miss Lorelei.”

Tipping his flat cap in her direction, he pushes the wheelbarrow along the dirt path. The moon is full and bright.

“G’Evening Mister George, George Junior.” Regarding father and son with a bow of his head, his mud caked boots trudges forward. Thick fog blankets the graveyard.

“G’Evening Miss Ramona.” Next to her, he finds an empty plot and grabs a shovel.

Alone in the cemetery, the gravedigger whistles a tune as he digs. Tree branches full of orange leaves bristle. A woman’s delicate voice carries on the wind.

“Good evening, Jim. How’s life been treating you?”


Based on this week’s prompt of the week!

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