I think you should make up some fable about like.. How the hamster got his stubby tail yeah . Or you could write about hippies following jam bands and garlic grilled cheese and hula hooping. :H
now ya see a 100 word starts like One day there was.... my stories start like Once in the times of lore...... yeah.... not a 100 word story.....
Once in the land of Gourmentos there was a young lad by the name of Hatch. Hatch T. Buckingsworth. Hatch attended the finest preparatory school, ate the finest poultry, and bathed in the finest soda (which left him quite sticky unfortunately). This particular day, Hatch had just finished his bath when his mother, whose name was also Mother (she had a very practical mother), called him out into the back. Hatch ran as quickly as he could out to the back, but on his way he tripped and fell in a pile of hay. Due to the years and years of soda baths, the hay all stuck to Hatch. He was very sad. Mother came as soon as she heard Hatch wailing from around the corner. When she asked what was wrong, Hatch responded that he was sad that hay was all over him. Mother (who was also quite practical) told Hatch not to worry, and that because there was no conceivable way to get the hay off, Hatch was set for life. That night, Hatch was sent away to work on a farm. For you see, Mother had lost all of the fortune her husband left her, so she sold Hatch to a farm as an incentive for the donkeys and mules to plough the fields. Hatch was in no danger, as the hay could no be removed, and because it could no be removed, he was set for life. And they all lived happily ever after. Except Hatch, who was constantly being chased by donkeys and mules and ponies, and goats and... that is like 264, so it is a little long, but so awesome
once there was a bean, this bean grew into a mighty plant, this mighty plant grew more beans which would one day themselves grow into mighty plants, this is the story of one of those plants.... it's name was herb, which is ironic, as he was a legume, he lived in the dirt, but his leaves gave him great energy from the sunshine, he very much liked the sunshine one day an evil man put him in a closet, and it was cold, dark and dry, her was very unhappy with this, he had to forsake his leaves and stalk but now he's on his sill again, and he's happy 118, what now biotch bad story, I weep that it has come from my hands, but it's close
Once a young lady wanted a box of salty crackers. She went to her mother, but she would not give her any. Thoroughly discouraged, the young lady made her way to the shop to get some crackers. On the way, she spotted an ant crossing the sidewalk, picked it up, and swallowed it whole. It was very tasty, and satisfied her desire for crackers, which is odd. That is the end of this story, but just the beginning of Fred the Ants tale of epic proportions "From Mouth to Rectum: the story of an ant in a human digestive tract". 100 on the nose :H this story sucked I wish i could have written more...why the heck am I doing this? wait, I shoudl figure out what the Hutzel [sp? it is a dance from Ukraine] Book was again and write that
Once a young lady wanted a box of crackers. She walked to the shop. On the way, she spotted an ant crossing the sidewalk, picked it up, and swallowed it whole. It was very tasty, and satisfied her desire for crackers, which is odd. That is the end of this story, but just the beginning of Fred the Ant’s epic tale "From Mouth to Rectum: the story of an ant in a human digestive tract" 75 i was way to lazy to write a new one
once there was this guy who wanted some crackers so he was all like "damn! i need some crackers in this house, bitch!" so he got on his hotmaude and drove to the cookie store. He spent 15 hours in that cookie store only to realize you cant buy crackers in a cookie store, but he did happen to out eat the cookie monster, and god damn, that was a sight to behold. then this guy got home and smoked a phat bowl, watched a delightful episode of every ones favorite kids from colorado, and then passed out, only slightly saddened that he did not get the crackers he so desired, thus having a lonely cheese brick that he will have to wait until tomorrow to eat. its over!
dude! i swear to god that i didnt not get the idea of crackers from burby, i typed it, then read their stories...thats funny to me
alright, im coming with another one...making up stories is fun now, this one time in south dakota...no, it was north carolina, there was a man named joe, who liked to make castles out of sand. He made many other things to; alligators, swatch's, bus's...well, thats actually all he could make. So, one day, as he was making a balloon out of sand, this girl comes up and says "i like your bubble", and he said "no, its a balloon", and this angers the girl, cause she is a bubbleholic, so she retorts angerly "why not make a bubble?", and joe replied "because i only make castles, alligators, swatchs, bus's, balloons, lamps, bubbles and peter griffens out of sand, making a buble out of sand would be impossible!" so then the girl walked away in an displeased skip and joe created some moonshine from the sand. the end! the best stories dont have to make sence