Thread: 100 word story

Write a story using only, no less than, and <i>exactly</i> 100 words, using each word only once.

Rules:

* Using a word and then using the plural form of the word counts as using the word twice.
* Using a verb and then a different form of the verb counts as using the word twice (for example, you cannot use both "run" and "ran" in the same story).
* Hyphenated words count as two words.
* Contractions count as one word, but the words included in the contraction (for example, "they" and "are" in "they're") cannot be used again in the story.
* Using a word and then using a word that is spelled the same but has another meaning does not count as using a word twice.

If there's any confusion on other rules I will edit this later.

Example:

My boyfriend's devout recycling is an admirable habit. Problems arise, however, because I take five different prescription medications, so of course every month he insists in scraping the labels off each little orange plastic tube. If Dr. Ferdy cut back on those psychotropic drugs we'd only accumulate two bottles per thirty day period. Doc thinks this coctail works well, but don't antidepressants get canceled out by bipolar meds? How depressing, loafing around a tiny apartment as it fills wall over shelf under windowsill with emptied attempts at bipolar, depression, anxiety and even psychosis cures. Empty chemical shells poison our home.

I'm not certain if I've repeated words.

Outside Fuckwit is meowing fervently, his incessant pleading mewling upsetting a busy evening. He begs an audience, yearning for touches, affection—perhaps fresh water or food this time? Demanding pussy.

I rise from Ronnie Dio screaming rainbows in the dark, grasping cold metal, swinging open my door. Carlin scatters across linoleum, spooked (what else could be new?) once more by that hulking monstrosity who provides to him daily influx of Purina.

Have they been feeding Stinky chopped liver? one wonders. Five Hundred Birch Street smells like piss again. Soon we will remove our feline’s testicles, and good scents shall prevail.

Originally Posted by formerly elibats

but don't antidepressants get canceled out by bipolar meds? How depressing, loafing around a tiny apartment as it fills wall over shelf under windowsill with emptied attempts at bipolar, depression, anxiety and even psychosis cures. Empty chemical shells poison our home.

D'oh!

Outside our window unidentified species of feathered creatures fly and flit while chirping verses indecipherable yet lyrical to my ears. She is below, watching crime dramas or comedians, true Hollywood horrors communicated through boxes which transmutated her mental acuity once gleaming now mush while thoughtlessly expanding that horrible crevice between us. Actors voices conveying nothing but fragmented sounds, still a blinking cursor reminds me I am here as time denotes some shows halfway status. Clock ticks march endlessly toward impending battles sparked by hours spent separately. Wars climatic presence looms close. Sacrificing important freedom should parlay young love’s fearsome tirade.

She stroked his hand. Glass divided them, distorted their smiles: freakish and twisted. A chamber loomed down the hallway, emitting an ominous silence only he could hear. A matter of time now with polished boots tapping on linoleum, waiting for time to expire. Both breaths grew short; they knew extending inevitability was pointless. One shuffled off, disappearing outside, exercising freedom. Another stood, ready. Strapped down, needle in, poison flowing. Grimacing, smiling all at once, struggling into death's release. Over quickly but always lingering for free walking friend. Guards grinned. I am one. No smirks here. Routine in prison day's work.