No Time to Whine

Thursday afternoon, the white billowy clouds waltzed across the turquoise blue sky as the old blue truck suddenly tore in front of me.

“What the hell, you crazy? You almost hit my bike, Stupid!”

“Quick, throw the bike in the back and get in,” said my older sister, while motioning me to hurry.

Before I got the truck door shut, a round of gunfire opened up. Like the speed of jackrabbits, we raced across the dirt road. My sister slammed my head down to the seat.

Stay down!” she shouts, “Dad found out about our wine party last night!”

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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.

Photo source: Janet M. Webb from This, That and the Other Thing

41 thoughts on “No Time to Whine

      • Sonel says:

        Oh, don’t I know that. Nah, around here I am the drama queen, so if I am happy, everyone else is happy…hahahahah. But I don’t have a shotgun. Maybe I should get one! LOL!


    • Sun says:

      these 100 word stories are wonderful for our imagination…so much room to play with different scenes and characters. thanks for sharing, Claire.


    • Sun says:

      it’s the poor dad scene…got some rebel daughters on the rise and doesn’t quite know how to parent correctly. you’re right about the too strict discipline, Patricia. 🙂


    • Sun says:

      This dad needs to get a grip on his anger problem and yes, stay away from all substances that make him go crazier. As always, thanks for your time, reading and sharing, Rochelle.


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