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100 Word Challenge: Peculiar

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Today’s a special day for me. I will mark this down on my calendar as an auspicious event, one that deserves an annual celebration. Today, I take up the mantle of 100 Word Challenge, inheriting a favorite writing prompt from word-meister extraordinaire, Velvet Verbosity.

Lately, I’ve been reading Ransom Riggs’ Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children trilogy. I love these sorts of fantasies. The whole time I’ve been immersed in these books, I’ve wondered what my peculiar talent would be if I was one of Miss Peregrine’s wards.

Would it be invisibility, or would I be a firestarter? Maybe I could fly, or have superhuman strength. If I could choose, I’d want the power of shapeshifting – being able to change into any animal I wanted.

I knew there was something peculiar about you,” she said. “And I mean that as the highest compliment.”

The first word, for this reincarnation of 100 Words is:

Peculiar

Send me your 100 words – fiction, memoir, poem, thriller, mystery, scifi… whatever you’d like. Only, make it 100 words exactly – no more, no less. You can use the word, or imply it in your story. You have until midnight Tuesday CST to submit your entry.

A link back to this post is greatly appreciated, and remember, everyone likes comments. Try to spread a little love to your fellow Wordsters.

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

48 thoughts on “100 Word Challenge: Peculiar

  1. My 100:

    It’s really quite peculiar, this hunter’s den. A room set in a forest, his trophies hang scattered across the tree trunks, some on plaques, some on the tip of the spears that slayed them, and still more impaled on the ends of the naked branches, the same fear frozen on each face. All but one, the most peculiar of all, which stretched across the top of the crystal fountain from which the hunter always drank. This is his greatest prize, his pride and joy. Instead of just the human head for once, there lay the trunk and arms as well.

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    • Hi, Cherry! There are a couple of ways to join in. If you have your own website/blog, write a post using the prompt and link back to this page. Then add the URL of your post to the Mr. Linky widget (it’s the little green link at the end of my post.) Or, if you would rather, you can write your 100 Words and leave the whole thing as a comment. Easy Peasy!

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  2. Thank you for being “that person” who served up that shins kicking and got me back in front of my keyboard. I was pleasantly surprised how quickly this came.

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  3. I minor in collecting giraffe figures and major in hippopotamus figures. Great first word and photo. I’ll get my laptop fired up so it’ll be ready tonight – that machine has serious issues…LOL

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