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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My Favorite Blog Moments of 2022

Hello Writer Bees!

Hope you all are enjoying the holiday season.

To close out 2022, I wanted to share some of my favorite stories and posts from this year. Enjoy!

Writing Tips

How to Conquer Your Writers Doubt

The Golden Rule of Fiction Writing: Show Don’t Tell

5 Archetypes of Fictional Detectives

My Writer Life

Celebrating 500 Posts

Writing My First Whodunit Draft in College

What Inspired My Short Stories

Flash Fiction

The Graveyard Shift

Sunny Day Towing Company

Pixies and Paperwork


Thank you for all the love and support. It’s been a stressful year and you lovely readers have kept me afloat. Wishing you all positive writing vibes in the new year! See you in 2023!

Stay safe and stay creative. Write with heart.

Love,

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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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Love,

Lady Jabberwocky

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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Pixies and Paperwork (100 Word Fantasy Story)

You are one cubicle worker in an office full of other cubicle workers. Here, everything is beige and bland. From the monotonous typing of keyboards to the crisp business suits to the hum of the water cooler.

At your desk, you open the metal drawer. On top of a stack of manila folders and forgotten files stands a pixie. Rosy cherub cheeks and pricked ears. Dragonfly wings. Rainbow dust twinkles around.

“D’you want to leave?” The pixie whispers, smiling up at you. “Someplace nicer?”

The phone rings. Computer screens lights up with emails. You nod, almost too quickly.

“Yes please.”


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Scrunchies and School Bells (100 Word Humor)

“Ready for school, pumpkin?”

“Almost!”

Determined to start middle school with confidence, the teen checked themselves in the mirror again. First day of school outfit was make-or-break.

Oversized overalls. Power Rangers t-shirt. Around their wrist, a beaded friendship bracelet from camp.

Unfortunate braces in their mouth. A mountain sized pimple on their forehead.

They tossed a deck of trading cards and sour candy stash into their backpack. Essentials for being the cool kid during free period.

The bus was here. Their mood ring pink with excitement.

Leaning on the heels of their sneakers, they wheeled away toward new awkward adventures.


Fun fact: I’m a 1990s kid. Born in 1993! Between that awesome Finding Saban Moon documentary and Jax’s 90’s Kids song, I’ve been deep in 90s nostalgia this week. May spend the weekend rewatching some childhood favorites. Inspired by these 90s vibes, I wrote this short story. Not sure how good it came out, feels more like a character profile than flash fiction. Regardless, it was a fun little piece and fun character to play around with.

How many nostalgic refernces can you find in this story? What decade were you born in? Let me know in the comments!

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The Basil Sprites (100 Word Fantasy Story)(Repost)

Hello Writer Bees! Sorry for the late post this week. Work has been hectic! But I didn’t want to leave you empty handed. Since I’m in a fantasy genre mood lately, I’m reposting this short fairytale. Now that I think of it, this may have been the first 100-word story I’ve ever written. From two years ago! Hope you all enjoy. Write with heart! – Love, Victoria aka Lady Jabberwocky.


Hidden under basil leaves, they sit, aglow. With their firefly kisses and rice paper wings, they wait for the first sprig of spring to sprout. Wandering travelers fondly call them diminutive deities. In unwavering tradition, farmers tie bells or chimes to branches, to win favor with these guardians of the field.

Threads of golden luck tucked in their clutches, the little spirits bless the harvest of many. Be weary, dear friends. Do not ravage the earth nor mistreat nature itself. Common basil sprites will become vengeful imps, inviting weeds and death onto your land. Best to keep the bells ringing.


Stay safe and keep writing.

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