A hundred words on a lost art

Somebody once said letter writing is a lost art.
That’s probably true, considering most of the written communication we see nowadays is on some sort of screen.
I read an article on the Internet — which kind of proves my above point — about someone who had the idea to craft responses to text messages in calligraphy, snap photos of the paper with a phone camera and send the pictures as replies.
The web went wild, as if seeing whole words written out instead of abbreviated brought about a wave of nostalgia it wasn’t sure it could handle.
It made me LOL.

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A hundred words about academic eligibility

I’ve never played sports for a school so I’m not even qualified to talk about this, but I am anyway.
I’ve been around high school sports for a while now. I had a bunch of classes with student-athletes in high school and college.
Since I wasn’t able to play sports, it bothers me to see student-athletes throw their opportunity away.
When I read the story about eight South Carolina freshman athletes who may not qualify academically, I was saddened.
I realize it takes effort to be an athlete.
It takes more to be a student-athlete.
Put priority on the classroom.

A hundred words about swimming

I feel sorry for people who don’t know how to swim.
Especially those who don’t know how to swim and live in Alabama, where the sky is so blue and the summer months are so hot you probably really could fry an egg on the sidewalk.
I’ve been swimming a lot lately, and it’s helped. Since the mercury in the thermometer has been so high, I think swimming has become somewhat instinctive — like a survival mechanism.
I’m exaggerating, of course, but it is nice to have a place to find relief when the sun beats down like Germany on Brazil.

A hundred words about social media

Social media revolutionized communication.
You know what your friends eat breakfast or worse.
I’ve noticed everyone is a photographer on Instagram.
There’s Pintrest.
There’s Twitter, where you have 140 characters to make your point.
Twitter has been wonderful. It’s forced me to learn to cut the crap from my writing.
I used to detest hashtags because there are no spaces, which makes me think everything I know is wrong.
During The World Wars miniseries, I had a change of heart.
Hashtags remove tweets I don’t need, which is what I did to 121 of the original words in this post.

A hundred words on the end of a sports column

Rick Reilly quit writing.
Not reading his column anymore is sure to be as unusual as Shaq making a free throw. The Cubs winning a Series. Wakefield frying a radar gun.
I looked forward to the column.
Sometimes it amazed. Other times it aggravated.
Whether it was amazing or aggravating, most of the time I felt like I could become a writer from reading it.
His column — one I first discovered in Sports Illustrated — showed what happens when sports takes a back seat to the people who play them.
Rick Reilly quit writing, and reading sports won’t be the same.

A hundred words about a blank screen

Whoever said if you stare at a blank screen long enough you’ll find something to write about lied.
They lied through their teeth.
My screen isn’t blank anymore, but I feel like my brain is.
I had an idea for a football-themed series, but football season doesn’t start for weeks.
Weeks of staring at a blank screen.
Fortunately, TBS has established a nightly block of “The Big Bang Theory.”
That reminds me to thank CBS for renewing it for three years so I’ll have something to watch besides my blank screen.
Well, I guess they told the truth after all.

A hundred words about a walk

The throbbing in the soles of my feet heightened as the temperature dropped.

It’s probably the week’s worth of steps I’ve taken. Maybe it’s the jagged rock, which worked its way into the bottom of my foot through a hole in my right shoe.

It appeared on my third day of walking. The third day of sleeping under the stars or the occasional overpass.

The third day after I lost everything. I lost it all because of my pride.

My feet were killing me. I looked behind me and saw a series of bloody footprints.

Yup, it was the rock.

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A hundred words about online ads

I missed an episode of “The Big Bang Theory.” I watched online, but sat through four or five ads when the show got to where they put commercials for people with a free Thursday night. I’ll watch one ad during my online TV, two if I’m feeling jolly, but five is ridiculous. I don’t care to learn how, if I use a certain credit card, I can have a cash back concierge. If I did, I’d watch the show on TV. No, I wouldn’t. I’d DVR it and fast forward the commercials. Next time I’ll remember to erase the DVR.

My 100-word posts are inspired by a WordPress blog called All of 100. The authors of the site, which has been operating since 2009, committed to write 100 words a day – no more, no less. I decided to take up the challenge because I thought it might help me write more concisely. It is more difficult than I thought.

A hundred words about a journey

He ran.

Down the pitch-black corridor he flew. This was not an easy sprint, but something within said it must be completed. Suddenly, he turned sharply to the left. He went through a doorway, took two steps to the right and stopped on a dime. For a few fleeting moments he felt relief, but quickly turned around and began another sprint. Through the doorway and back up the darkened hall he ran.

He was pleased to return to the recliner just before the commercial ended and the second act of the newest episode of “How I Met Your Mother” began.

My 100-word posts are inspired by a WordPress blog called All of 100. The authors of the site, which has been operating since 2009, committed to write 100 words a day – no more, no less. I decided to take up the challenge because I thought it might help me write more concisely. It is more difficult than I thought.

One hundred words about my recorder

It has contained many stories, and through it their pages come alive with language.
It has heard the voices of veterans, who told tales of fighting for freedom. It has replayed soldiers’ shaky tones as they remembered comrades who didn’t come home. It has documented the struggle and strength of a brave boy who refused to back down or give up throughout a long battle with cancer. Time and time again it has been a megaphone for those who have overcome obstacles and triumphed in spite of tragedy.
It has contained many stories, and within it their essence is preserved.

My 100-word posts are inspired by a WordPress blog called All of 100. The authors of the site, which has been operating since 2009, committed to write 100 words a day – no more, no less. I decided to take up the challenge because I thought it might help me write more concisely. It is more difficult than I thought.