Wayne found a site that was doing a contest for a 100 word story. These are all over the internet so whatever but it got Wayne and I talking about the concept of a 100 word story. Can people make one that is self contained, can they make one that isn't just a pitch for a larger story, can they make one that isn't this tiny slice of life but says something about the character or story. While we were talking I typed one out and I though I would throw it up here for you guys to comment on and ask for you (yes, YOU!) to share your 100 word or less stories.

Please be honest with any criticisms and I would also warn you that there is some animal cruelty in it and a *gasp* sentence fragment. I like the sentence fragment.

If he was traveling the country, who was supposed to be taking care of his dog?

And why did they let that happen?

A fellowship, united by happenstance, arrived by boat. They readied themselves for a reckless run across several dozen city blocks, with flickering hope stretching the horizon, distrust growing within them. Armed inadequately, they limped and scurried through empty cafes and homes, desperately escaping notice; the few times they failed, their tenuous partnership was found well-placed. They could not stop to eat, or sleep, lest they be overtaken. Only one had the courage – or the fear – to speak of what fate would bestow upon them just around the next corner. Then the fucking tank punched Coach off the bridge.

Well played sir, well played.

I also wonder why he'd leave the dog alone because even if he hired a pet sitter I doubt there'd be much time for the corpse to putrefy before the sitter got there and notified the police. Other than that I like it.

Now I want to do one, here we go

Here's mine:

The sword glinted in the flickering light. What seemed ages ago, men and monsters had fallen before its blade, and a kingdom had been forged where only chaos had been before. Now, however, it merely glinted in the darkness, its work complete. The light grew brighter as the flames that surrounded the sword grew in intensity. Something below gave way and the sword tumbled into the inky void. And so at long last, Excalibur returned to the lake. The sword was home.

Well, here's me, jumping on the bandwagon.