100 Word Challenge in 2009

In February 27, 2009, I tried my hand at blogging.  My daughter was part of a writing blog.  She and her friends established AllOf100, so they have a creative outlet for their ideas, challenge each other, and develop the discipline of writing that any serious would-be writer knows he/she needs to develop.  They first started using blogspot (allof100.blogspot.com) and later on moved to wordpress (allof100.wordpress.com).

They published a book of their best pieces sometime in their junior year at Stanford.  They have gone on to challenge kids of all ages in many schools since then.

Their rules are simple.  They want you to keep to exactly 100 words in your piece, not counting the title.  They encouraged writing everyday.

This was my first entry as a guest writer that day.  I wrote it to express how I’ve come to accept my daughter’s growing up and going on her own:

It took me a while to understand my profound grief over your new life away. I realize now that I feared you would be taking with you all eighteen years of who I have been. It turns out, you didn’t. You have not really left. You are in the hum of the kitchen and the hallways, the music from your piano, the dog-eared books you read and shared, the organized clutter of your things. You never really left. You are always here.

The proverbial umbilical cord no longer pulls nor strains. Rather, a welcome of separateness has taken over.

In April 6, 2009, I made another entry.  This was to celebrate a recent trip:


“Summer Breeze” is blaring in my ears. Glorious salty sweat is trickling down my face, searing my eyes, grazing my lips, painting my shirt. I smell the fresh sea air enveloping me into its warm embrace. My mind is joyous over the unaccustomed lack of searching, digesting, analyzing. My body is in tune with the rhythm and crunch created by my limbs charging into the granular sand. Right, Left. Right. Left. The pelicans cautiously leave their three pronged prints diverging from mine. A flock of seagulls careen over to disrupt the perfect blue sky. I am rest. I am peace.

In May 13, 2009, I made another entry, inspired by a scene from a movie that I happened to be watching.  I imagined being a scorned child or parent, or being in a relationship of convenience:

Don’t patronize me by telling me you have gone out of your way to spend time with me. I’m not a chore nor an obligation. I will not grant you bragging rights to your friends to highlight your kindness. I’m not your neat little package you tuck under your bed when it’s convenient only to be rummaged for when it so pleases you. I’m either in your life or I’m not. I’m either integral to you as carelessly running your fingers through your hair or nourishing your empty stomach. Or I will not be part of any of it. Not one bit. So spare me the humiliation.

I learned a lot from this bunch of kids. It was refreshing to read their ideas and to celebrate their creativity.  They inspired me to keep on trying.

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7 Responses to 100 Word Challenge in 2009

  1. Pingback: 100-Word Challenge: THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY | My Writer's Cramp

  2. eof737 says:

    Simply lovely! I should consider a 100 word challenge… I am a bit wordy. 😉


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  4. A. R. Schultz says:

    I recently partook in a fifty-word challenge, and I had a spectacular time doing so. It’s great practice–and after all, practice makes perfect. Great post! Keep up the good work.


  5. That’s wonderful. Thanks for the pingback to my blog!


  6. What a great idea. Man, I wish I had been this creative in college.


    • likeitiz says:

      Hahaha! I said something similar to some parents who found out about this. I think I had said, “If only I was half as creative in college! I wonder what that could have led to.”


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