Category Archives: Notes

100 Word Story Anthology is now a dotcom! Visit and ‘Follow’ to receive email updates about new stories by fabulous guest contributors. And since March Madness begins this week, here’s a 100 word story on basketball: Echo Ball meets concrete: cracked, Read More

“Besides me wanting to be an artist, I wanted to be a movie star.” ~Patti Smith Performance dialogue, locations and performances on 125-Seat-Space Tumblr. If you stage it, do it with love. http://sharonrousseau.tumblr.com/

On the last day of my first trip to Palm Beach, wind-tossed sea covers the sand, and I pack summer clothes into laundry bags, pulling black boots from the corner where I discarded them the minute we arrived. Leaving a Read More

The Woodstock Festival didn’t happen in the village of Woodstock, NY, but the event’s story began there, and the town’s name instantly became significant as a description of the building musical and social consciousness of peaceful freedom. The valley was Read More

Freedom within structure. Years ago at a writing retreat in New Mexico, the teacher Natalie Goldberg used that concept as a resting place, a still point to return to when the pressure of how or why began to pull us Read More

Waking to coffee and more buzz about Gisele — Super Bowl Sunday. All part of the show angel wings, dragon tattoo “American Life.” ~me Material Koan I found yesterday in Manhattan near Material Girl’s old stomping ground. Appropriate for the Read More

The potter’s hands turn / curves of earthy seduction / molding dampened clay. ~me, city.

Under midnight moon / a snow lantern glows, warming / the path to my door. ~me Several posts on 100 Word Story Anthology reference home—either directly or temporarily or metaphorically. See what you think.

Pat Horner (artist, writer, editor, publisher) contributes to 100 Word Story Anthology with “3313.” We’re also taking 100 Word Story Anthology to WordPress. The site will feature a follow tab for email updates each time a new story’s posted. Stay Read More

Against charcoal sky / shadows of tangled branches / fading into dusk.  –country The distant lamp posts / now flecks of jade and honey / in winter twilight.  –city