100 word story. Exactly. No More. No less.

[IARainman]

I assume because that is one of the aspects of the fantasy that interests the author, which was what I was getting at when I said your fantasy has to resonate with the reader to make a connection.
For instance, you are not going to like Ghosts on CBS if you don't like the premise. But a particular episode might interest you even though by nature it includes a premise you are not wild about. (The one where Hetty and Trevor hook up. And yes, I am using myself as an example. I am not a fan of ghosts as characters. But I got hooked by a couple of well-written episodes.)



Me too. It can be pretty intimidating to give feedback when there are so many amazing writers on here. I feel like a fraud offering suggestions to them.

I hear you. I write as it comes from my head (and that’s probably really obvious) sometimes it can be raw and fresh, sometimes I’m sure it’s confusing to anyone other than me. This exercise, needing to give some thought to conservation of words and efficiency is a good one, and fun for both the author and reader along the way.

 

[MargotPayge]

I feel like it's helped me. I know I rushed my stories just to get stuff up and published on the site. If I worked on them as heavily as I worked on these stories or my poetry, they would be better. But they would also still be on my computer. So at least I am putting myself out there, even if it isn't always the best representation of what I can do.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Genteel

Tea in the garden after croquet. The blue satin of the young lady’s dress rustles softly as she crosses and recrosses her ankles.

She toys with a stray lock of flaxen hair, savoring the smoldering look it brings to the gentleman’s dark eyes.

“Oh Mr. Ramsey, dare we?”

His erect member looks shockingly incongruous against the crisp twill of his summer suit, but fills her delicate hand admirably.

Such a contradictory organ! So enticingly brutal, yet so heartbreakingly tender.

Pressing her lips together in a pretty moue, she strokes him until he spends in the grass at her feet.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I was just talking to someone in PMs about writing in this format. And there may be more ways to approach this, but it seems things fall into a few limited categories:
1. Poetic - it lends itself to word images.
2. A scene from a larger work (or reads like it)
3. An anecdote with a twist
4. A Joke with a punchline
5. Describing a scene
6. Describing a situation - more like the setting of a television series.

They can all work, but some are harder to pull off than others. I think I like the anecdotes with a twist or jokes best. But there have been some very compelling scenes put forth here too. Poetry is tough, but I keep trying. I haven't seen anyone try a character sketch yet, that might be cool.

Describing a situation is probably the hardest because it relies on your fantasy immediately resonating with someone else. In the relationship you describe, I would be interested in what motivates the two characters to engage with each other in that particular way. That's my 2 cents.

I usually build these shorts around an image or detail I find erotic. Sometimes in the writing I find a cute twist or payoff, but I never start out with one already in mind.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

What would she do if she had a month to live? Dishes, it turned out. Laundry. Cleaning. Cooking.

Paperwork. So much paperwork.

It was amazing how much work it took to die nowadays.

People kept asking about her bucket list. They got quiet and uncomfortable when she showed it to them, written out neatly in her notebook.

Make a will. Call the funeral home. Interview the hospice. Re-home the dog.

It was a full time job, dying.

Sometimes people asked her why she bothered. So that her kids wouldn't have to. It was the last gift she could give them.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Office Casual

“There’s no dress code for programmers, right?” Alyx asks

“Right.”

The next day she shows up in an adult-sized Pikachu onesie. She works like that all day, scrunched up in her chair with the hood pulled up over her head.

I call her aside later.

“Alyx, what’s going on?”

She unsnaps the front to reveal she’s not wearing anything underneath—not even panties.

“You’ve been naked all day?”

“Technically I’m not naked, but I have been masturbating. At home, I discovered I’m more productive when I’m edging.”

“Oookay … but don’t let the guys know.”

“Pika,” she nods.

 

[Sparky74]

Feral

She’s alway lived by herself on the island, naked and wild, skin baked brown by the tropical sun. The hair on her head is a tangled mane—dirty blonde like the tufts under her arms and between her legs.

The sailor catches her watching from the underbrush.

“Hello pretty! Who are you?”

Her nose twitches. His unfamiliar scent makes her yearn for something, but she lacks the words to say what.

Warily she approaches him, raises her rump to present her aching pussy. Is this right?

When he drops his trousers and mounts her, she knows that it is.

Absolutely amazing, just love it.

 

[visioneer]

Good discussions, MargotPayge, IARainman andBrightShinyGirl, on writing micros. When writing a micro, I'm usually trying to capture the emotion of a moment as a glimpse into something larger. I think of it as simultaneously writing yet not writing the story. "Vignette" is a word that comes reasonably close to how I think of these.

Here's a link to an essay with ideas I found useful for adapting to the challenges of micros:
https://www.nycmidnight.com/howtowritemicrofiction

 

[MargotPayge]

Good discussions, MargotPayge, IARainman andBrightShinyGirl, on writing micros. When writing a micro, I'm usually trying to capture the emotion of a moment as a glimpse into something larger. I think of it as simultaneously writing yet not writing the story. "Vignette" is a word that comes reasonably close to how I think of these.

Good article. It gave me a lot to think about.

 

[IARainman]

Office Casual

“There’s no dress code for programmers, right?” Alyx asks

“Right.”

The next day she shows up in an adult-sized Pikachu onesie. She works like that all day, scrunched up in her chair with the hood pulled up over her head.

I call her aside later.

“Alyx, what’s going on?”

She unsnaps the front to reveal she’s not wearing anything underneath—not even panties.

“You’ve been naked all day?”

“Technically I’m not naked, but I have been masturbating. At home, I discovered I’m more productive when I’m edging.”

“Oookay … but don’t let the guys know.”

“Pika,” she nods.

Feels very much like an introduction to a bigger story. Nice premise

 

[Sparky74]

My very first attempt at writing anything on Lit having been a member since 2016.

The Scent of Desire

My Heart was pounding so loud I wondered right there and then if it would burst out of my chest, would she pass by the bench were I sat, today as I had done the morning before hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of her on her morning run. Then like clockwork she appeared, that wonderful athletic figure, like a glistening Greek godess, in sport's bra, yellow tee shirt and shorts.

But instead of running on by to my amazement she stopped and started walking towards me and sat down beside me on the bench.

Hi I'm Lacey she said softly.



Maybe the start of my first story who knows.

Comments welcome.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Good discussions, MargotPayge, IARainman andBrightShinyGirl, on writing micros. When writing a micro, I'm usually trying to capture the emotion of a moment as a glimpse into something larger. I think of it as simultaneously writing yet not writing the story. "Vignette" is a word that comes reasonably close to how I think of these.

Here's a link to an essay with ideas I found useful for adapting to the challenges of micros:
https://www.nycmidnight.com/howtowritemicrofiction

Good advice! My own traps are perception words and having characters “start” or “try” to do something instead of just doing it. ( I trained myself out of passive voice years ago.)

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

Feels very much like an introduction to a bigger story. Nice premise

I actually knew a woman years ago who wore a catbus onesie to work. I think she was fully clothed underneath, she just thought it looked cool.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

My very first attempt at writing anything on Lit having been a member since 2016.

The Scent of Desire

My Heart was pounding so loud I wondered right there and then if it would burst out of my chest, would she pass by the bench were I sat, today as I had done the morning before hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of her on her morning run. Then like clockwork she appeared, that wonderful athletic figure, like a glistening Greek godess, in sport's bra, yellow tee shirt and shorts.

But instead of running on by to my amazement she stopped and started walking towards me and sat down beside me on the bench.

Hi I'm Lacey she said softly.



Maybe the start of my first story who knows.

Comments welcome.

Too many words up front. Eschew phrases like “then and there” that add nothing to the story. Is it actually important that you’re waiting for her, or could a sweaty goddess just appear unexpectedly and flop down next to you?

Then you could get to what I assume will be the meat of the story in 100 words— how she smells. That’s a good premise!

I always count the title itself in the 100.

 

[Sparky74]

Too many words up front. Eschew phrases like “then and there” that add nothing to the story. Is it actually important that you’re waiting for her, or could a sweaty goddess just appear unexpectedly and flop down next to you?

Then you could get to what I assume will be the meat of the story in 100 words— how she smells. That’s a good premise!

I always count the title itself in the 100.

Thank you so much that is the premise the Smell but have also been waiting for her, so I guess my challenge will be what's more important to keep the reader interested and wanting more.

 

[luv2bfkd]

The Owning

On my back beneath you, feet flailing in the air, taking your hard cock, taking all of it, again and again.

Then you’re in me completely, pressing firmly, grinding, your hard shaft gently stirring inside me.

‘Ohh yesss’ you groan. ‘Whose pussy is this? Whose little pussy is this?’

‘Yours’ I coo. ‘I’m your pussy.’

‘Good girl.’

Your thrusting resumes, barely withdrawing and back in completely, slowly getting longer until you’re fucking me with your full length.

Oh yes. Give it to me.

Soon you will again be buried inside me, seeding me, marking me as your pussy.

Owning me.

 

[Sparky74]

The Owning

On my back beneath you, feet flailing in the air, taking your hard cock, taking all of it, again and again.

Then you’re in me completely, pressing firmly, grinding, your hard shaft gently stirring inside me.

‘Ohh yesss’ you groan. ‘Whose pussy is this? Whose little pussy is this?’

‘Yours’ I coo. ‘I’m your pussy.’

‘Good girl.’

Your thrusting resumes, barely withdrawing and back in completely, slowly getting longer until you’re fucking me with your full length.

Oh yes. Give it to me.

Soon you will again be buried inside me, seeding me, marking me as your pussy.

Owning me.

Really love the descriptive words.

 

[BrightShinyGirl]

I tried to play fair and devote exactly the same number of words to each partner’s viewpoint.

Fifty Fifty

She stretches out underneath him, arching her back, taking him deep. His cock feels enormous inside her, filling her, completing her.

She crosses her ankles behind his butt.

His full mouth is on her tits, teasing, tasting.

“I need your cum,” she whispers. “I need it so bad.”

Her pussy is so wet and tight and warm. Her nipples are like ripe raspberries, begging to be sucked.

He tries to go slow, but the urge to thrust is irresistible. He pins her to the bed, slim hips pumping uncontrollably.

“Take it!” he moans. “Take it all!”

They cum.

 

[Sparky74]

I tried to play fair and devote exactly the same number of words to each partner’s viewpoint.

Fifty Fifty

She stretches out underneath him, arching her back, taking him deep. His cock feels enormous inside her, filling her, completing her.

She crosses her ankles behind his butt.

His full mouth is on her tits, teasing, tasting.

“I need your cum,” she whispers. “I need it so bad.”

Her pussy is so wet and tight and warm. Her nipples are like ripe raspberries, begging to be sucked.

He tries to go slow, but the urge to thrust is irresistible. He pins her to the bed, slim hips pumping uncontrollably.

“Take it!” he moans. “Take it all!”

They cum.

Absolutely lovely.

 

[joy_of_cooking]

She was dressed when she answered the door. That was a good sign. She said, "Oh, hi, Robert, come in!"

That...wasn't.

"Jerry, Mom," I reminded her.

"You look just like your father. Well, you can come in too."

It was a good visit, though. She was mostly lucid until after dinner. Then she asked, "How'd you meet her, Robert?"

"Jerry. How'd I meet who?"

"Amanda. I know about her, you know. My mind's going but it's not gone yet."

Of course she knew about Amanda. "In college, Mom. Sophomore year, remember?"

"And how long have you been fucking her, Robert?"

 

[MargotPayge]

Mosquitoes

I hate Mosquitos!

 

[Sparky74]

"There's a thin line between love and hate."

Yes and that thin line is usually repellent.

 

[luv2bfkd]

Mine, All Mine

You’re mine when we get home.

After other things, I’m going to get on top and mount you.

I’m going to sheath your hard cock with warm…wet…silky soft…pussy.

I’m going to ride you, making you take my pussy over your full length again and again.

I’m going to grind all over your shaft, squeezing, caressing, milking.

You will have no choice when I cum. I will be fully impaled on your breeding tool.

You can resist all you can, but I will have my way. I will make you explode, sowing your seed way up inside me

 

[luv2bfkd]

Fertile

Splayed out spread eagle on the bed, her mind slowly returning to reality.

Three times he had mounted her, fucking her to multiple orgasms.

Three times he unloaded deep inside her.

The sheets beneath her soaked with their combined juices streaming from her sloppy well used pussy.

It’s her fertile time of the month. Her primal instinctive desire to be impregnated is strong. Three loads of sperm. Still not enough. Her womb wants more.

‘Is there anything left in those big balls that needs to be in me?’ she coos.

‘Let’s make sure’ as he mounts her for round four.

 

[IARainman]

“Penny!” Came the call from the bedroom. He only called Penelope that when he wanted sex.

She was not surprised to find him naked, in bed, when she arrived in their bedroom.
“Penny, cum for me,” was his simple request. She knew his voyueristic tendencies.
Silently, she slipped out of her dress, bare beneath, slid onto the bed and plunged her fingers into her cunt while her other hand rubbed over her tits. Carefully she neared orgasm, watching him.
As she approached orgasm, she watched his eyes roll back and his last breath draw an end to their love affair.