100 Stories to tell

[NyxxofStars]

Oh I'm totally joining, if I may?

[DeMaizu]

But of course! Go right ahead.

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i think i'm gonna join !! looks like a ton of fun

here's my thread <3

quick question, though: do we have to go in order of the prompts?? or is it okay to skip to #51 and do #1 later on?? (not that i plan on doing so yet, i'm just wondering)

Sorry I didn't address this sooner, but here is the answer;
Go about this any way you wish! I'm not a very strict person, why should I care which order you do them in? As far as I'm concerned, as soon as you make your own thread, the content is yours and therefore you get to make the decisions about ti!! *ahem* it. I mean it. Misspellings like me. Also, if you want to start on one and then drop it halfway through to start another in hopes of inspiration, go ahead with that too!

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The girl’s boot crunched over the hardened snow, her dress-like coat’s long, light brown hem brushing against it. Her hands were gloved in fabric that looked to be of the same material as the coat hanging on her shoulders. Raw wind howled against her, tangling in her doe-brown hair as it left.
“I know,” she murmured, her voice almost un-hearable in the wails of the wind. “I’m sorry.” She looked up, staring at the dusk setting over the white-dusted treetops. No one can really say how long she stood there, watching the sky shed its light-hearted blue for white-scattered, starry, grieving midnight dark, before she closed her eyes as the wind finally lay down in rest and tears started falling down her face. Her mouth opened, as she sank to her knees, her coat billowing out around her, and a heart-broken wail emanated from her throat. She screamed; for the lost mothers and fathers and children. For the war, forcing more lives to be sacrificed. For babies left outside kingdom walls in biting winters on the orders of tyrannical rulers, their cries fading as the cold claimed them.
She was Sadness incarnate, and she wept.
She wept for the ones losing their way into sticky black, turning their backs on their lives. She cried for the children with no one to hold them in comfort, no one left to tuck them in at night or give them food. She wailed for fathers and mothers losing children to paranoid soldiers, bodies soaked red in blood. She screamed for the lives lost on the battlefield, blue skies turning scarlet in fiery bloodlust.
She was Sadness incarnate and she wept.
Her sobs faded as the wind picked itself up again, howling in grief for her. She didn’t move; she stayed in that position, kneeling on the hard, cold snow, her arms wrapped around her torso, her head denting the white ground. Who knows how long she stayed there, silent tears dripping down her nose, before she stood, her coat and her gloves and her dress all arranging themselves as they were before she had knelt. She looked up at the dawning clouds, tear-tracks running down her cheeks and turned. Sh began walking; she didn’t know where, or when she would stop again, but she knew she would keep walking.
She was Sadness incarnate, and she wept.
She was Tarell, Lady of Sorrows, and she walked.

[{smug lemon}]

I'm so doing this. I write fairly fast, but it will be fun to see how creative I can get with these without straining for ideas

Gonna go make a thread !