100 Words

This comes from a second year seminar where we were asked to create a story using only 100 words. As a part-time writer I loved this small challenge. I wasn't expecting to create anything particular visual but through communication with others it was decided it would lend itself to a typographical outcome.

Chocolate Man
Bob wasn't your average man, he had an extraordinary skill that nobody else on Earth possessed. It was a freak Cadburys accident that had left him with the ability to turn anything into chocolate with the slightest touch of his left index finger.

However, this wasn't an enjoyable skill to have. Try explaining why you can't do that high five or ironing with one hand. This was becoming rather problematic, the NHS refused to help so he literally took matters into his own hands. He touched his chest and waited. When the transformation was complete he ate himself and his problem was solved.

So, here it is. (Excuse the shoddy photography!)




Screenprinted onto 120gsm cartridge. Type arranged this way to represent the usual story format; beginning, middle and end.

More hundred word stories:

Confirmation
The office was riddled with an almost complete silence; the only sound came from the lonely buzz of the emergency lighting. The silence was smashed by a loud screech of a lone telephone, it's unanswered scream echoing into the air.

From where she sat, she could see the lonely city, the fluorescent glow made her squint uneasily. She was waiting for confirmation, the shrill noise was an indication. It was done. It was over.

The Sock Drawer
The sock drawer was always a dangerous place for Steve to venture. He didn't belong there, all those lost beings, searching in never ending vain to find their missing partners while the more fortunate smugly watched on, praying they would never have to endure such anguish. Steve truly did not belong here. He felt their eyes on him, jealous of his importance and strength. This was a mistake of the grandest kind.

World Decisions
His job was mediocre yes, however, he never failed to do it efficiently. He believed the world would implode if his job wasn't completed to the highest degree of accuracy, perhaps it would.

He oozed confidence, his success rate was off the charts. He bubbled on the inside as he began the mundane process over again, he was reassured in knowing that countless world decisions couldn't have been made without him.

He believed in actual fact, that everybody needed coffee.

And this is how my mind works. Strange, I know.