I was walking to the living room when I saw a hat on the table. I looked at the hat and questioned “why was that hat on the table?”. My dad yelled, “don’t touch it!” I touched it and I went flying to the future. I saw myself. I was walking across the road and a car ran me over. I let go of the hat and ran to my room. I never saw the hat ever again. When I was 80 I was walking across the road peacefully and a car just ran me over. I am now in heaven.
I hope you like my 100 word count story. Have a nice day and always be nice to everyone. Bye readers.

Hello Shlah.
ReplyDeleteWhat a really cool story. You have a wonderful imagination. I wish I could write stories like this. I haven't tried to use only 100 words.
Maybe next time remember to use more punctuation.
Did you have to keep counting how many words you had written?