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J_Ames
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Drabble me this. 100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely.
100 words of fiction. Not 99, not 101, not 847. One hundred words precisely. On choosing the winner, I couldn't care less about popularity and likes. I care about the storytelling. With a good side dish of solid grammar and following the rules of sticking to a hundred words.
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J_Ames in Flash Fiction

You can make friends, too

"Daddy, my friends won't play with me..."

Damn, the girl breaks my heart. She tries so hard. If there's one thing I never want her to feel, it's lonely. I know the feeling too well.

"Come here, baby." I tug on her hand, and she sits down on my lap. "You want Daddy to help you?"

She nods and gives me the saddest look.

"Okay," I decide. "Tomorrow we'll go to the playground, and I'll help you make new friends. Better friends."

I just need to pick up some duct tape and rent a car.

"You're the best daddy ever!"

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Write a horror story in two sentences.
“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”---Stephen King
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J_Ames in Horror & Thriller

She asked what I feared...

...and I said, "That brief moment where control isn't an illusion," and I ushered her up to the roof where complete control belonged to us. "Because all it would take is one step."