This is inspired by/based on the VSS365 hashtag on Twitter which I learned about from the blog Lisa Stapleton.
Tiny Tale Bundle Rules:
- There will be a prompt. This prompt might be a single word (which you will have to include in each story), a picture, a character, or something else.
- I will write a ‘bundle’ of three different Tiny Tales inspired by the prompt.
- The word limit is one hundred words.
- If the prompt is a word, then I am allowed to use variations of the word, for example for the word “scratch,” the word “scratched” is okay too.
- If you happen to want to do this challenge too, it would be appreciated if you linked back to my blog, as I did with the blog I got the basic idea from.
- Optional: tag with #tinytalebundles
- Optional: display the word count.
Some days there will be several prompts and you must incorporate both of them into each tiny tale. The prompts today are…
Tiny Tale #1
Minnie lay on the ground, panting, recovering from the frightful and tiring experience she had just had.
“Minnie!” Jasmine hollered, racing up to her, arms flailing wildly in shock. “Why on Earth did you do that!?”
“Don’t you get it, Jasmine?” Minnie said as she used her arms to push herself up. “I just smashed a glass ceiling.”
Word count: 58
Tiny Tale #2
He hadn’t spotted him yet.
Jackson ducked behind the couch and poked his Nerf gun over the top. He silently aimed, watching Yuri look around, confused, and pressed his finger down.
Suddenly, Yuri’s eyes stopped on the couch. In a half second, he dashed to the hidden gun and smacked it upward just as Jackson fired. The bullet ricocheted off the ceiling and crashed into the ground.
“Arrgh, c’mon!” Jackson yelled. Yuri, still recovering from a fit of laughter, picked up his own Nerf gun and targeted Jackson.
Word count: 88
Tiny Tale #3
Today, I discovered an attic of sorts in my new home. The ceiling was low and as I crawled around, I bumped my head on it. I have yet to recover and my head has a lump. Much to my disappointment, the attic had no ghosts or secret magical things, but I will put the space to good use soon.
I think of you everyday, Anna, and I miss you dearly. I still can’t believe you are gone forever, and I will never forgive myself. As I say in every daily letter, I am terribly sorry.
Word count: 100