The #100wordstory is just that, exactly one hundred words long.
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High in the castle, our slave worked for us whether she liked it or not.
“They’re mine!” Maidy cried.
“Everything is mine,” Father said.
He tied the wings to his shoulders and hopped through the corridors until the paper shredded.
Crack! The castle walls split. With papery wings gleaming from her shoulders, Maidy stepped through soared away.
When Father took out his dogs and gun, I would not go. For if he caught her, she would surely poison our soup.