Challenge
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.
Secrets
Rain was thundering down on our old tin roof. I couldn't sleep. It wasn't because the rain was loud, or because the wind was howling against my window. Even the thunder wasn't enough to keep me awake. It wasn't because I thought our old shed house was going to cave in at any moment.
I couldn't sleep because tomorrow was the most important day of my life, and I hadn't told anyone about it. My dad had asked, only just tonight at dinner, if I'd had anything big planned the next day.
I wanted it to be my little secret.
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